Spring Break Discoveries
I cracked open my eyes to the sound of police cars speeding by on their way to some robbery or shooting or both. You could say that I was born to the sound of New York, New York's heartbeat. It wouldn't be so bad if that heartbeat was filled with junkies, woman beaters and pimps but it is what it is. Shaking some feeling back into my blood deprived arms; I sat up on the same bed I slept on for the past 10 years.
My room was the smallest room of the apartment and that's not just me saying that. Both my mom and my sister have commented on it multiple times, of course in different manners. My bed occupied one side of the room completely. Directly beside my head is my short, two drawer dresser where I keep a random assortment of stuff I really don't have a place for. Beside my dresser is my dreadfully small closet, which I guess is suiting for the variety of clothes I have available. On the far wall is my singular window which is closed to a smog-filled morning. To the left of the window is my much loved bookcase. Every shelf is filled with books and even then I have to keep the rest in a box under my bed.
I have all of the Harry Potter series, including that mysteries book they dedicated to the first 3 book of the series. Below Harry Potter I have my Warhammer 40k books and below those are random singles and bits and pieces of other series that I have. Yeah, I love books. In between all the furnishings of my room are posters of my favorite bands and anime. Thanksgiving Break last year, mom made me get rid of all the anime posters she didn't like which were basically ALL of them. Anyway I keep them hidden under my bed since my mom never looks down there.
Oh my bad, I got so into describing my room I forgot all about myself! My mother named my Kinantha Samuel Williams, but everyone calls my Kin for short. I live in a Big Apple apartment with my thirty-seven year old mother and my eighteen year old sister. I myself just turned sixteen and I go to Willard High School with my sister who's a senior. Where's my dad you ask? He left my mom just minutes after I was born. Yup, he blamed her for my 'condition' and stormed out the hospital. According to my mom he took the car and all his stuff and just left, so that's all I know about that jackass.
The condition he got so worked up about would be me being a hermaphrodite. The more commonly used word in my community would be shemale, but I prefer the term futanari which is from Japan and sounds a lot cooler. I have light-skin as opposed to all the other dark-skinned members of my family. I have naturally curly hair that comes down to my collar bones. According to my grandma I'm really skinny which I guess is better than being obese. I stand at five feet seven inches and I love wearing skinny jeans. Now you know what I look like, which is really nothing that special.
Swinging my legs out from under my thin covers, I finally confront my morning wood. Oh yeah, and I love to jerk off. It's not like I consider myself a guy or anything, I just go with the flow and when I get…up there, I get hard like everyone else with a penis. After putting some thought into I discarded the idea. My mom was probably waking up anyway in the medium sized apartment the slapping sound wouldn't go un-noticed. Sighing in frustration I put my feet on the carpeted floor and tip-toe over to my door. Cracking it and looking both ways, I rush across and enter the bathroom. Finishing my business and brushing my teeth, my little friend had finally calmed down. NOT that I had a small dick, NOT that I cared about how big my dick was or anything.
Exiting the bathroom, my sister brushed past me and slammed the door behind her. Her name is Shanitha though everybody calls her Shay for short. She knows all about my condition and when mom isn't around its torture central. And mom is never around. Shay has the more developed body between us, with…lets be honest BIG everything. Big thighs, big hips, big ass, really big breasts; the whole sha-bang.
"Morning mom." I said as mom exited her room like a zombie.
She worked as a nurse at a hospital nowhere near here. Her hours were nine to five, although since they're always under-staffed it's more like nine to ten. It's not like we're poor or anything, not like some people, we just need the money so we can move into a house. She's a fairly good looking woman which is where Shay gets all her characteristics from. The only difference is saggy breasts from two kids. Heading into the living room she fell back onto the chair and turned on the T.V. as per her morning ritual before going to work.
Meanwhile I poured myself a bowl of lucky charms and began to devour the teeth rotting cereal while celebrating another day out of school. I not gonna lie, I'm kind of smart. And by kinda smart I mean AP classes smart which are real pain, but mom gets what mom wants. Exiting the bathroom, Shay glanced at what I was eating, made a face and walked back into her room to put on clothes to go to McDonalds. Would I like McDonalds? Absolutely, but I didn't have a Sugar Daddy who gave me money, bought me clothes and took me shopping for jewelry. Not that I wanted one.
You would think my mom would be more concerned about the going-ons of her eldest daughter, but there was something strange going on in that relationship. By strange I mean, my mom practically avoided Shay and Shay may no attempt to change that. It was like Shay knew something I didn't and used it over mom, but what do I know? Finishing my third bowl, I'm a growing girl, I hopped on the computer.
The computer was a Christmas present from Uncle Charles to me, but after a talk with my MOM, Shay had it moved into the family room. As you can imagine this made it difficult tug out one onto a towel, but not impossible. In the mean time, Shay left the house in Apple Bottom jeans and a pink tube top while a single word to our mother. Ignoring the class act that was my older sister, I got onto Facebook and checked out what was going on today.
After liking a few pictures that Kayla posted yesterday, I got a message from the very same.
Kayla: Yo gurl
Kin: Hey Kay
Kayla: Headed to the movies today, I pay for you if you wanna come?
Taking a moment to silently thank God, I sent back an affirmative and switched over to YouTube. It didn't take long for my mom to drag herself up so she could take the elevator down to her car.
"Don't be on the computer all day now." She said, stretching.
"I hanging out with my friends don't worry." I said and immediately realized my mistake. "We're going to the park right down the street."
My mom nearly busted a nut (Ha Ha see what I did there?) whenever I mentioned leaving the sanctuary of the apartment. It was like she took all the attention Shay didn't want and shoved it down my throat. It was so damn IRRITATING!
"Alright now." She said eyeing me suspiciously.
Waving goodbye as she took the elevator down to the street (we lived on the 9th floor), I wait ten minutes and then performed a lockdown run on the house.
I locked the elevator gate.
Running around to each window I closed the blinds and locked the windows shut.
I closed mom's bedroom door just because I need something extra to do.
Outside the kitchen window was the fire escape, which I carefully climbed out onto. Keep in mind I was still wearing the Sponge-Bob pajamas I slept in and a T-shirt. Scooting over to the edge of the fire escape I concentrated on not looking down as I swung one foot over the railing and then the other. Luckily it was smoggy outside or else I would have to wait until no one was looking which took FOREVER. Carefully I placed one foot on the edge and then the other until I was edging along toward the window, using holes in the wall as grips. Reaching the first window, I oh-so-slowly crouched down and pulled the window open before sliding inside.
What on God's green Earth could warrant me doing something incredibly stupid you are surely asking yourselves? The simple answer would be lotion. The key to a satisfying fap session is great lotion, which is well worth my life. Cracking the window once more, I walked the larger room and turned on my sister's light. Her door was the only door in the house that had a lock, save the bathroom. Paid for by her Sugar Daddy of course.
Searching through her junky room, I'm not kidding she had clothes everywhere; I quickly found her ridiculous supply of lotion. She had more than twenty bottle of expensive lotion and do you think she shared any? Of course not. Grabbing something aptly named 'Guilty Conscience' I noticed something on her dresser that didn't fit in her room. That thing was a flash-drive. Everyone in my family is allergic to all but the simplest forms on technology so for Shay to have a thumb-drive in her room is beyond me.
Snatching the 8GB device up, I quickly left the room and closed the door. Sliding back into the seat I marked the times as 9:27 for future references. Sliding the flash-drive into the computer I waited a couple seconds for the computer to acknowledge the device. In the mean time did a mental check to make sure I didn't miss anything. Finally I entered the drive which was divided into three folders: Picz, Vidz and Misc. Marveling at the laziness of the person who named the files, I clicked on the pictures one. Right off the bat was a picture of Shay pushing her naked breasts against a stripper pole.
Nearly falling out of my seat in surprise, my mind went black for the next seconds as my little friend caught on quickly.
"This must belong to her Sugar Daddy!" I thought to myself as I clicked through the pictures in embarrassment.
They progressively got worse and worse, or better and better depending on how you looked at it. Part of me wanted to close out the thing right then and there, but the other part of me already had my hand on my cock. There was no way I was going to jerk off to my sister, right? I answered my own question as I began pumping my cock in excitement and taboo.
"This is so wrong." I whispered to myself as I stroked in fevered excitement.
This pictures went on and on from fishnets to bikinis to schoolgirl outfits. Sloppily I squirted some lotion into my hand and continued ever deeper as I jerked my cock to pictures of my sister. Rubbing my sensitive crown, I finished off and realized that I had forgotten something to catch the jizz. Crying out loudly, I came all over the wooden floor in front of me.
"Oh shit." I gasped aloud.
Usually one orgasm was enough to hold me over for a couple hours, but my meat was raring to go. Sliding out of my bottoms I ran over to the kitchen, cock slapping my leg all the way, and grabbed some paper towels. Cleaning up my mess I checked how many pictures there were and was shocked to see that the folder had 113 pictures of my sister. With this I was caught a crossroad, did I continue or did I retreat to the internet.
Backing out of pictures and entering videos, the choice was made for me. They very first video was of my sister giving a black dick a titjob. Mouth hanging open I began jerking once more, with renewed vigor. I imagined Shay giving me a titjob, her breasts sliding up and down my cock as she smiled up at me.
"You like fucking your sister's tits huh?" She said liking the crown of my pulsing cock. "With your big black cock sliding in between my fun sacks."
"I love fucking your tits!" I yelled as I release another load into my still slick hand.
Coming down from my greatest orgasm ever, I could barely breathe from a sudden wave of exhaustion. At most I managed 4 maybe 5 cumshots a day, so having 2 back to back was a little more than I was use to. Despite still sitting pants less in the Family room with a cock limp and slick with a combination of cum, sweat and lotion.
"I can't believe I just jerked off to my sister." I muttered to myself in disgust.
Despite being too tired to go another round, I was still too shocked to stop watching the videos. The current one had her sucking ever deeper on a big black cock. The next had her stripping down shoving black cock like dildos into her pussy like a nympho. I just couldn't believe my sister was…selling her body basically for money and meaningless shit. How could my mother miss this, what was Shay holding over her head? Copying and pasting all the stuff onto a file I had hidden in the pictures I freak out as I glanced at a clock that read 2:47.
I had to meet Kayla at 3:30! Freaking out I returned the flash-drive to the dresser of my whorish and sexy sister. Running into my room, I slid into my 'Talk Nerdy to me' and grabbed my wallet before sprinting for the elevator. Halfway to the gate I realized my dick was pants-less and nearly face-planted onto the floor. Turning around I was hit by a sudden inspiration of perversion. Instead of heading into my room I slid back into Shay's room and grabbed a pair of jaguar panties and skinny jeans out of her closet.
"You are totally a pervert of the highest caliber!" My conscience yelled at me.
"I know, I know." I repeated to myself under my breath as I locked Shay's door.
Riding the elevator down, I raced out the apartment's lobby. Jogging down the street I took the train toward a part of the city with a little more traffic and a little better quality of movie theaters. Coming out the train station I all but sprinted into the movies. Looking around I quickly found Kayla rocking out on a Japanese dance machine with a fairly large male audience.
"Kayla!" I called out.
Looking around, she quickly found me and pushed her way through the guys. Just like everyone else in my life, Kayla is sexy as fucckkkk. We have the same AP American History class together and we've been friends since kindergarten. She long straight weave with red highlights and low cut shirt from the school and a skirt. Oh and there's the fact that she has F-cup breasts that jump everywhere every time she moved. Asians really are awesome (She's part Japanese and part black). Luckily for me I just double-tapped back at my apartment. Unluckily for me, she decided to greet me with a flying hug and smothering with her cleavage.
"Thought you'd never get here." She smiled looking up at me.
While I'm no giant, Kayla is short. I'm talking 5'2, basically the shortest I've ever encountered my age or above. Kayla and I have gone through hell and back together. I've put up with three of her obnoxious boyfriends and two complete assholes. She's put up with…well I really don't do much but she still puts up with my nerdiness I guess.
"There's something I need to tell you. Actually it's kind of a long story." We both said at the same time before blinking at each other in surprise.
"I guess we need a really crappy movie then." Kayla joked.
Luckily a really crappy romantic comedy came out two weeks ago, horrible reviews every which way. These added together to form a completely empty theater.
"I don't get it, why play it if absolutely NO ONE is watching it?" Kayla joked loudly, spreading her arms to the empty room. This caused her low cut top to stretch against her boobs. Not looking where she was backing up to, she fell backwards on her ass. Laughing, I extended a hand to help her up and was refused. Rolling over I received an eye-full of Black Veiled Bride panties.
"Black Veiled Brides, really now?" I whispered.
"You pervert!" Kayla laughed, blushed and hit me all at the same time. "Did you get…you know…Never mind." She trailed off seeing the confusion on my face.
"What? Tell me!" I smiled as I pieced the puzzle pieces together.
Kayla is the only outside my apartment that knows I have a dick. I told her our freshmen year and since she didn't believe I showed her. We've only gotten closer since as prepare to end our junior year.
"NO I DIDN'T GET HARD!" I spit out my sprite and coughed.
"Hey, keep it down!" She hissed covering my mouth.
With the previews over, the overwhelming tide of crap was beginning with a typical Hollywood shower scene.
"What about that?" Kayla giggled.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "So what did you want to talk about?"
Suddenly Kayla started acting all shy and what not. I couldn't wrap my head around the way she was acting. It was like…oh god…Boyfriend number six is on his way.
"You won't believe what I found on a flash-drive from Shay's room!" I exclaimed.
"You only go into Shay's room for lotion to jack off with." Kayla said bluntly.
"I swear all you care about is my dick." I said angrily. "I found pictures of naked and-and giving titjobs and sucking dicks and stuff!" I said lowering my voice.
"Oh shit…Are serious?"
I nodded my head as fast as I could.
"Did you fap to it?"
I threw my hands up in exasperation. I swear when Kayla found a subject she stuck to it like glue, it would be better if that glue was attached to my penis.
"I'm serious, do you know what this means." I didn't let her respond. "It means Shay is selling her body for some jerk off and getting stuff in return. I checked the date on some of the videos and they date back to before her 18th birthday, which means-"
"This means that the guy did stuff to a minor. I feel like we're on SVU!" Kayla said sucking noisily on her drink.
"It also means blackmail is in the air." I suddenly said aloud in surprise.
"Oh wow, never thought you'd go there. That's dark, I like it!" Kayla giggled and latched onto my arm.
"Oh god, here comes the boyfriend." I thought to myself.
"So you know I've been dating since Junior High and I've gone through like 5 guys since then." She began, looking everywhere but my face. "Just so you know I still got my hymen and stuff."
On screen the female crashed her bike into the male love interest.
"Despite the hymen thing, I know all this stuff." I said a bit uncomfortable with Kayla's proximity.
"Damn it Kin, do I have to spell it out?" Kayla said angry. "I wanna be your girl…and stuff."
I thought I'd seen everything when I found that flash drive, but the day keeps getting better. How to deflect this? I don't wanna lose my best friend!"
"I know this is out the blue and you might feel the same way so I'm going to make you love me." Kayla said shakily sitting up.
"Kayla I-" I began not sure on what to say. I liked Kayla a lot, but we'd been friends forever.
Before I could finish Kayla pulled her top over her head, letting her braless tit bounce free. Everything I said about being too tired to get an erection. Yeah, I guess you could call me a liar. Standing up Kayla swung her leg up and straddled my legs. I lifted my hands to push her back, but Kayla grabbed them both with a grip a never knew she had. Pushing my hands back she leaned forward and captured my lips.
So here I was in an empty theater, basically being raped by my best friend who wants be my girlfriend and enjoying every minute of it. Repelling Kayla's tongue with my own, I fought her tooth and nail for control of the situation. Unfortunately (or fortunate depending on how you look at it) Kayla was in MJROTC and did more than take notes every day. After what felt like an eternity, Kayla pulled up for air and I had long since stopped resisting. Before she could say anything I wrapped my hands around her back and pulled her closer so I could latch onto her tits.
She buried her face in my neck as sucked on each nipple in turn, her mewls reaching my ears. Down below, she ground her panties against a rapidly growing bulge in my, or should I say my sisters pants. Doing something I had wanted to do for the longest I cupped each breast and let them melt into my hands.
"I love your tits." I said, unintentionally husky.
"I love you." She responded, sitting up.
She played with her own tits as she rotated on my crotch in slow sensual circles. Unable to stop myself I let loose a loud groan as my erection became more painful by the second. Reaching around her I grabbed a handful ass in each hand, my more primal instincts taking over.
"I can feel your cock against my pussy." Kayla blushed and looked down. "It feels so big."
I swear, I almost lost it right there in my pants, by through the force of my will I managed to calm down as Kayla unbuttoned my jeans. Even though she started this, her hands were shaking in anticipation or fear. Getting my zipper all the way down, we ran into a snag.
"You're…too…hard." She grunted as she struggled to free my cock.
"Here let me." I said in frustration after a couple seconds.
Helping Kayla dismount my crotch, I simply pulled my pants down to my ankles. Catching sight of something she hadn't seen in three years, Kayla gasped and flinched back. Technically she hadn't seen anything yet as he was just bulging in the panties I stole.
"How are we going to…you know?" I asked looking around.
The floor was a definite no, way too dirty. Having Kayla bent over the row in front of us was tempting, but if anybody came in it was game over. Finally Kayla was the one who came up with a solution.
"Sit down." Kayla commanded and I quickly obliged her wishes.
Taking off her panties and gently putting them on the back of the nearby seat. Kayla turned around and sat on my lap, not on my cock but right behind it.
"I can't see it, but it feels so damn big." Kayla commented in giddy excitement as the movie entered a dark scene. "I can't believe we're doing this."
"I can't believe you wanted to do this." I replied as I leaned back.
Slowly she gripped my cock with one hand, then two and began stroking me. Tossing a nervous glance back, she lifted herself up a little and spread her lips apart as she speared herself at the speed of molasses on my cock. With that came the second near orgasm of the afternoon as I shuddered under her sex's warm lips.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. Y-you're inside of me." She gasped as she went ever lower and I tried ever harder to not prove how much of a quick shot I was.
Everything was smooth a silk, until she reached her hymen. She sent another nervous glance back at me and I returned an equally worried glance. I would probably never have to worry about my hymen, so I had totally forgotten about Kayla's just that quick.
"Do you want me to push or…" I trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
"NO!" She snapped a little loud, then quitted down." J-just give me some time."
Time went from a couple seconds to a full minute as she Kayla coxed herself into going all the way. Getting impatient I slowly wrapped my arms around her so I didn't scare her. Leaning her back all the way, I whispered into her ear.
"On three. Ready?"
She nodded the affirmative.
"One. TWO!" I shoved past her hymen like a rhino
Classic nursing trick. Kayla cried out and quickly bit her lip as I slipped in all the way to my balls. Kayla tried something, but decided not to as I tried my hardest not to think about blood.
"Helluva story to tell your kids huh? Losing your virginity in a theater I mean." Kayla giggled, trying to ease the tense mood.
"Is it okay if I start thrusting?" I whispered and got a silent nod in return.
Tightening my grip, I silently thanked God that Kayla barely weighed anything as she lay on top of me. Pulling out, I got a half whimper, half moan out of Kayla before I slammed it back in getting a yelp. From there it was just like in a porno as I slid in and out of my breast. Her pussy gripped my cock like…like a pussy would I guess. It felt so warm enveloping my member and tighter than anything I could form using my hand and some lotion.
Above, Kayla let loose a steady stream of whispered encouragements mixed with explicits. I'd never heard Kayla curse before, but hearing "Shove that big black dick deeper into my cunt!" inspired me to let loose. Forgoing stealth I started slamming in and out of Kayla and her encouragements turned into one long 'fucccccckkkkkkk'. I could hear the sound of my balls slapping my thigh every time I slammed my cock home into her virgin pussy.
"C-calm down!" Kayla pleaded. "Slow the hell down!"
But I wasn't having any of it. Before long I felt the familiar clenching sensation in my balls right before if released.
"I'm going to cum!" I grunted.
"No, not inside!" Kayla yelled.
But it was far too late as she tried to slide off my dick. Grunting I released a powerful load straight in her pussy as she froze, now sitting up. Rope after rope left me and entered her, something that seemed to go on forever. Finally with a sigh of finality I released her stomach and allowed her to stand. Even in the darkness of the theater I could see the cum leaking out of her pussy.
Standing up as well, we both wordlessly began to clean up and put our clothes back. As a placed my sticky cock back in my pants I overheard Kayla say something to herself.
"What's that?" I asked.
"You taste so sweet." She said licking the cum off her fingers.
The sight alone stirred the feeling in my crotch once more, but she cut me off as if she could see the look on my face.
"Oh hell no. I'm still mad at you for cumming inside me. You're getting the silent treatment." She said angrily, but with a hint of playfulness.
"Come baby don't be like that." Whoa, I honestly don't know where that came from, but I couldn't let her know.
Walking up behind her, I snaked a hand up her shirt and grabbed her breast.
"Stop you horndog, I'm already going to be limping. Maybe tomorrow." She said, unable to not giggle.
"Most definitely tomorrow then!" I said making the sign for victory.
"I'm going to me sore a lot aren't I?" Absolutely I said straight faced as we exited the movie mid-scene.
Laughing, she grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers as we snuck and saw an action movie. One pretty awesome movie and giggle filled train ride later, I got off on my stop and kissed her goodnight. As I pulled back she pressed herself against and grabbed a handful of my cock.
"Ohhh, I'm going fuck you up and down tomorrow." I growled.
"That's an awfully long time to wait." Kayla teased, before limping back into the train and leaving me with a noticeable bulge in the middle of a busy train station.
Hiding Mr. Happy, I quickly made it back to the apartment. It had long been dark outside and if my mom ever found out that I had stayed out past the streetlights I'd be grounded for the next month. Luckily today she'd stayed for overtime as she did every single weekday. Saying high to the landowner, I rode the elevator up and stepped into my still empty apartment.
Usually after getting back in I rubbed one or two more out, but today? B-E-D. Shedding my clothes in my room I enjoyed a brief, carefree naked run around the apartment before hopping in the shower. Luckily, mom bought the good soap and I was able to scrub every inch of my body with lavender scent. Especially a certain 8 inches that had been particularly busy today.
Exiting the bathroom after brushing my teeth I expected a quick run to my room for clothes. Instead I froze halfway. In the kitchen, Shay was busy bent over in the fridge, her thong peaking up over her jeans. Tip-toeing into my room I thanked the Sex Gods for my bountiful good fortune, horny girlfriends and extra bountiful…girth down below. As I slid into my Hatsune Miku panties I realized that I had no idea how much I was putting to great use every day. I always knew that I had been conveniently forgetting to ever check, but that was more out of fear that I'd be a part of the itty-bitty committee.
But after Kayla's complaints on the train...
Well it's something I would have to check tomorrow. With matching ACU pajamas I hoped over the counter into the kitchen. Shay was watching MTV in the living room and was well engrossed. Warming up some leftover food and scarfing it down, I hoped on the computer. Checking some Facebook posts I quickly hit the power button before I became engrossed.
"Goodnight." I smiled giddily at my whorish sister.
In response she sent back the most confused look I'd ever seen on anybody in my life. Laughing I fell back on my bed and quickly succumbed into a dreamless sleep.
(My dick cost a late night fee, yo dick got the H-I-V)
The next morning I woke up expecting feel like an old woman from all the loads that I fired off yesterday. Surprisingly I woke up feeling energetic as all Hell, as proven by my penis pitching a tent straight up through my: underwear, pajamas and sheets. Just sticking up reaching for the ceiling. Looking over, I squinted at my cracked door. Didn't I close it last night? I'm almost positive I did.
Shrugging it off, I hopped out of bed and checked the time on my phone. It was 9:56, well past mom's starting time. Which means the sound of the T.V. going was due to Shay.
The flash-drive.
I'd totally forgotten about what I'd seen (and fapped to) only yesterday. I'd also forgotten that I planned to blackmail her to the ends of the Earth. Tip-toeing across the hall I performed my morning ritual and calmed down simultaneously. Fully psyched up to use my sister's dirty laundry against her I exited the bathroom bouncing on balls of my feet I entered the living room.
To find Shay hammered out of her mind.
I'm talking stone cold rocked. Beer bottles littered the floor and my mom wouldn't have left her like this last night which mean it happened this morning. Who the hell chooses the morning to get wasted? Being inebriated apparently didn't impede her motor functions however as she quickly rose to greet me with a drunken grin plastered across her face.
"Well if it isn't the prodigal little sister of mine." She laughed slapping my shoulder.
"Why the hell are you drunk?" I asked all thoughts of blackmail out the window.
"Because I YOLO!" She yelled in glee.
Her white T-shirt did nothing to hide her breasts and combined with beer stains making it wet, I could clearly see her nipples through the thin fabric. Her sweatpants hung far below her waist, showing her black thong to the world.
"Always either drunk or out." I said in anger. "Why the hell are you like this?!"
"Because of you!" Shay yelled angry. "Because of you and your freaking dick! It's the same every single day, walking around the house like I can't your dick against your leg!"
I honestly didn't know what to say, I personally thought that I hid my dick well. Well if she had a problem she should have said something, I opened my mouth to say something when she cut me off.
"And every single morning! There it is all hard and shit while you sleep and here I am staring at your hard dick from the hallway like some sort of pervert! I want your damn dick so fucking bad, but you're my sister so I go out and suck of shemales for money. All so I can pretend like it's your cum on my face, like you're riding my pussy!"
My head was whirling as a drunken Shay revealed her darkest secrets while shoving me back into the recliner. Her breath smelled only faintly of alcohol, which isn't surprising since she could never hold her drink.
"It's your fault I…love you."
Before I could do anything, Shay fell on top of me, her lips crushing mine and my mind went blank. I'd never thought in a million years that I would hear those words from Shay. I tried to think, but too many things were happening at once. Her lips were crushing mine, my dick was doing the salsa and the T.V. was blaring in the background.
"Ahhh!" I screamed and pushed with all my might.
Shay fell on her ass with a confused look on her face, but immediately began to get up again. Pushing myself out the chair, I leapt over my drunken sister who just so happened to be in love with me. As I crossed the border into the dining room, my foot hit something causing me to fall forward. Looking back the thing turned out to be Shay's hand; with a maniacal grin she used her grip on me to drag herself forward. It was like something out a horror movie!
I considered kicking Shay in the face, but I hesitated in fear of hurting her. That hesitation was all it took for Shay to pin me to the ground with her drunken grip. Reaching underneath my struggling form, she dipped her hand down and all but ripped off my pants. Suddenly she began to suck on the crook of my neck, all but paralyzing me in pleasure.
"Ah, your weak spot eh?" Shay whispered into my ear.
Flipping me over, Shay grabbed my cock with a rough grip and leaned down close to my face.
"Now listen up. You're going to do what I say, when I say or you're going to be in a lot of pain. Understand?"
I nodded in fear of my drunken sister. Slowly her hand roamed along my shaft as I struggled not to moan.
"I knew it, you're dick is fucking huge!" Shay exclaimed in glee as she flicked the head of my cock. "And your balls, they're like huge oranges! Jesus everything on you is big!"
Blushing under the praise, I temporarily forgot that I was being raped…for the second time in 24 hours. My train of thought was interrupted as Shay began licking my crown ever so slowly. She traced small circles with her tongue, making sure I was watching.
"Tell me Kin, do-you-want-to-fuck-me?" She punctuated each word with a period.
Fuck my sister? Commit incest, one the biggest taboos in America?
I nodded my head in the affirmative. Shay finally let me stand up, kissing me almost all the way. Leading me over, she pushed me down into the recliner once more. Wasting no time she sank to her knees and returned to licking my cock. My dick didn't waste any time either as precum began leaking out from my tip.
"Mmm, I think precum make a great appetizer." Shay smiled as she licked up of the clear liquid. "I wonder what would happen if I did this?"
Out of nowhere she tongued my urethra and squeezed my balls at the same time. Everything flashed white for a brief second as I shot load directly into Shay's face. Breathing heavily I eyed the cum on her face, a sharp contrast against her dark skin.
"So damn thick, I'm glad you didn't get any in my hair." Shay smiled as she scooped up some off her cheek and put it in her mouth. "Holy shit, you taste so sweet!"
Gathering the rest of my cum to the best of her ability, Shay spread it along her tits.
"What? You can't be done already?" Shay said grabbing my now limp cock. "Hello testing one, two. Is this thing on?" Giggling she tap the head of my cock which was all it took to get him stirring.
Taking her shirt all the way off, Shay smothered my cock inside her huge breasts. I couldn't suppress this one as I let loose a loud throaty moan.
"Does that feel good?" Shay asked as I reached full mast inside her heavenly valley. "Do you like your cock inside your sister's big tits?"
"Yes, Yes! Please fuck my cock with your tits!" I yelled.
Using my cum as a lubricant, she effortlessly slid up and down on my cock. It felt amazing, like fucking another pussy except I could see my cock slide in and out of my sister's tits like a perverted game of whack a mole. Increasing her tempo, Shay's breasts made slapping sounds as they hit my thighs. With my cock almost completely covered with its own cum, she began lapping it up every time my cock came up.
After a few minutes I could feel the cum bubbling up once more as it prepared to erupt from my cock.
"I'm going to cum!" I yelled in advance this time.
Moving her tits out the way, Shay gleefully took my cock in her mouth as far as she could managed with was about halfway. Grabbing the back of her head I shoved the rest down her throat as I came for the second time that morning. I knew right away that she wouldn't be able to swallow my thick load, so I released her head and let her come up for air. Problem was I wasn't done cumming yet and in punishment for not taking it all she received another blast of cum to the face.
"Oh god, there's so much!" She coughed, the sticky stuff blinding her.
She'd unleashed the beast now, you fuck with a futa and you get the dick! Pushing her backward onto the wooden table that dominated the center of the living room, I ripped her sweatpants off and jerked her thong to the side. With warning, hesitation or foreplay I slammed my dick home into her pussy causing her to scream in pleasure. With her tongue lolling every which way, I was like a piston in and out her like an animal possessed. Doing something I always wanted to, a pinched and abused her nipples, viciously pawing the breasts that had taunted me for the longest.
"I'm cumming!" She yelled, her feet shaking in the air as she squirted her juices onto my cock.
Her pussy clenching around my cock was enough to send me over the edge as she wrapped her legs around me as another orgasm ripped through me.
"Oh god, you're cumming inside!" She yelled. "You're going to knock me up! My sister's going to get me pregnant!"
Her rolling into the back of her head, Shay nearly passed out. The same could be said for me, I was so tired from those back to back orgasms. Pulling out I let my cum spill onto the floor from her ravaged pussy.
"Come on; let's get you to your bed." I grunted, pulling her hand over my shoulder.
In awkward three legged race, we managed to make it into her room where I dumped her on her bed. Jogging back into the living room I grabbed her clothes and after a brief skirmish with her still drunk ass, I managed to get them on.
"Wait, there's something you need to know." She giggled as her eye lids drooped. "About mommy."
"What? What about mom?" I asked excited at finding out what Shay new.
"2280 Carver Avenue." She giggled again then snorted. "Show up at 8:30 and tell Sam I sent you."
With that, she passed out, her arm still out-stretched toward me. Repeating the address to myself I wrote it down, along with the time and looked it up on Google maps. It was pretty far from the apartment, but just a skip away from Kayla's house. Looks like I would be visiting her today, I thought to myself as a grin crossed my face. Cleaning up the living to the best of my abilities, I grabbed some of Shay's money and hopped on the train toward Kayla's house.
Exiting the train station, I almost ran over a prostitute.
"Hey, I'm working here!" She said angrily in a Vietnamese accent.
I forgot to mention Kayla stayed on the outskirts of China town which, for lack of a better word, was pretty gang infested. The black gangs pushed in from the east, Mexican gangs pushed in from the south while Asian gangs walked around with knives everywhere in between. Keeping my head low, I jogged the three blocks to Kayla's house.
Arriving at the wooden two story house, sandwiched in between 2 apartments I rang the doorbell and waited. Inside I heard kids running and jumping everywhere and someone yelling in Chinese. After a couple seconds Kayla's younger cousin opened the door wearing enough makeup to shame a clown, alongside a slutty skirt and no bra for her too small shirt.
"MOM! Kayla's friend is here!" She yelled over her shoulder as she let me in.
More Chinese yelling from the kitchen to which the cousin yelled back in more Chinese. All around kids ran, played and jumped off plastic wrapped furniture. As I ascended the steps, I suddenly remembered that Kayla wasn't my friend, she was my girlfriend. Readjusting the smile on my face into something more perverted, I walked down the hall to the last room and opened it without knocking.
There was Kayla reading a book as she lay across her bed with nothing but a Green day Tee and pink panties on. Slowly closing the door behind me and locking it, I tip-toed over to Kayla. Even as I advanced on her I had to admire her muscles, she planned to go into the Army since she didn't meet the Corp's height requirements. Finally getting within range I pounced on her ass like a true ninja.
"Damn it! Didn't I say don't come in my room!" She yelled fighting with me.
Grabbing my leg she flipped our positions in one fluid movement.
"Gotcha now you little-Kin?!"
"Gotcha now you little Asian devil." I grinned as I hugged her body close to mine.
"You fucking scared me, you're lucky I didn't toss your ass on the floor!" She laughed as she got up.
"Mmm, look at that ass." I commented, propping myself up on her bed.
She made a show of wiggling her ass tantalizingly as she grabbed some shorts and slid them on.
"You won't believe what arrived in my mail this morning." Kayla squealed, double checking the door's lock.
Ducking down she shifted through several objects underneath her bed before finally picking up a flat package marked . Unwrapping the white package she revealed a clear ruler marked (See the bottom for more info about this) along the length.
"I wanna put your dick on Shemaleinch and by doing this we can find out how big you are at the same time." Kayla said, unsure of how I would react.
"Let's do it." I smiled, sitting up on the bed.
"Sweetness!" Kayla did a victory jump, causing her un-bra supported boobs to bounce.
Turning around she grabbed her camera out of her closet and turned back around.
"Aren't you going to take off your pants?" She questioned, her smile waning.
"Nope, you are." I said leaning back with an undoubtedly goofy smile on my face.
"You're really going to make me work for this aren't cha." She grunted as she pulled down my zipper.
Unlike yesterday, I was still soft so she could easily fish out my staff of power, albeit in a compact state.
"Don't forget to smile." Kayla said raising the camera to her face.
After a couple sensual poses while trying to stay soft, I was getting frustrated at the lack of feedback. Finally Kayla told me to get hard as if I just flipped a switch and BANG sex machine. Getting frustrated with my aloofness about the beautiful work of art she was creating, she bent over and ran her tongue along my dick and down to my balls.
"These things are really big." Kayla commented in a neutral tone as she fondled them a bit as I went for 0 to 60 in about 5 seconds. "Now for the moment of truth, drum roll please."
Drumming on the end of her bed, she waited as I measured from the top. I looked up and smiled at my girlfriend.
"From base to tip Kinatha Samuel Williams weighs in at…nine and a half inches!" I hooted in glee, I was bigger than longmint!
For a brief moment we both forgot about my protrusion and Kayla jumped at me. Not caring if we were heard, we jumped around like teenage schoolgirls. Which we were. Bending down I kissed her full on the lips, not a lustful kiss but something I tried to make as meaningful as possible. Looking up at me with bright blue eyes she mouthed something and then buried her head in my chest.
"I love you." She whispered quietly.
Silently I fell back onto her and threw the covers over us. Now I was on top of her, holding myself up with one hand and caressing her cheek with the other. Silently she wiggled out of her shorts, but left her panties on as I prodded against them.
"I love you." I whispered into her ear. "But what if your mother walked in on us."
Kayla stiffened at the thought and opened her mouth to say something. I however in all my quick wittedness, shut her up with a lip lock. Wrestling my tongue against hers, I struggled to move her panties out the way. Getting frustrated I just ripped the damn things off and threw them to the floor. Slowly sliding into her wet pussy, she groaned into my mouth with conviction and wrapped her legs around my back. Going slowly matched both of our tempos; this wasn't about sex it was about her…And the sex was fucking awesome, BUT it was mostly about her.
It seem to last forever, my lips on hers, and my cock in and out like the perfect machine. We were under those sheets for God knows how long, could've been hours, could've been 20 minutes (Check my phone afterward; it was 1 hour 57 minutes of heaven). I didn't even feel the urge to cum until I pulled back to stare into her eyes once more and saw Shay leering up at me, only then did my balls begin to tingle in anticipation.
"I'm close." I grunted.
"I don't care." She gasped as I surely gave her hickies.
"You make get pregnant." I could feel it rising through me; I might be able to hold it for a few more seconds.
"I want your children." Except if she said that.
"FUCK YES!" I released a load deep her, I could practical see the X-Ray as I filled up her womb with my seed.
Spent I collapsed on top of her, not even bothering to pull out. That is until she jabbed me I my gut.
"My auntie wasn't kidding when she said that you guys pass out right after." Kayla coughed as she sat up. "Damn near suffocated me."
"Sorry babe." I croaked/laughed from underneath the covers.
Sliding her shorts on, she grumbled about the panties and turned to say something else when her cousin barged into the room.
"Where the charger for my pho-" She began before seeing her half-naked cousin and a completely naked black girl in her bed.
"Get out!" Kayla yelled practically Sparta kicking her out the room.
"Time to go!" I smiled as I slid my clothes back on.
"I'll tell my mom that we were comparing boobs, although there's not-"
"I will kill you." I growled slapping her ass.
Exiting out into the hall I took the window at the end of the hall and dropped down onto the shed. Rolling onto the grass I hopped the fence and rounded the corner before I finally stopped running. Laughing and trying to regain my breath proved to be bad planning as I nearly died. Checking my phone, I finally realized how late it was. Re-finding myself at the next intersection I jogged to the street on where the address was.
"2276" An apartment building.
"2278" Drug Store
"2280…" A gentleman's club. "The fuck?"
I spread my hand as if asking the 'GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS' sign for answers. Passing the place I found 2282 which was a house.
"This can't be right." I whispered to myself. "Alright, alright I'll just go in and make sure no Samantha Williams bar tends and leave."
Strolling past the fairly long line I checked my phone for the time, 8:36. Shit. Seeing the buff as hell woman standing beside and checking IDs. Pumping myself up, I hopped a couple times jabbing at the air. Hey it worked for Rocky.
"Yo Sam." I did my best don't-give-a-fuck look, even spit for effect.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked her voice gravelly.
"Shay sent me." I said, crossing my fingers in my hoodie and hoping she didn't smash my face in.
Instead she waved me past over the yells of angry men who be standing outside for over an hour. Inside was a whole different world from the gloomy streets outside. The light were an over whelming pink color and strobe with stroke inducing intensity. Everything at head height was covered in a purposeful layer of smoke secreted from the walls. The place was crowded with the ever popular Homo erectus and all eyes were turned toward the stage.
The stage.
The stage that held my mother.
The stage that held my mother get money shoved in her G-string.
My jaw hit the floor, drilled through the crust, the mantle and reached the center of the earth. There as magma slowly flowed down my throat, a cold rage filled my stomach. These motherfuckers were throwing money at my mother. My mother who was actually a stripper. I wanted to jump up there and shield her from the world. I also wanted to get up there and punch her in the face.
I did neither.
I stood there watching for the next 20 minutes as my mother took off what little of her clothing she had own. As she ground against the pole like it was stairway to heaven. As she gathered the money on the stage and left. And just like that I could move again.
I needed to pee.
Pushing my way through the crowd, keeping my head down as they men waited for the next act. The next mother to shake her tits so her daughter could live away from this filth. I nearly went into the men's room in my confusion. Looking around I asked a bouncer where the women's room was.
"Ha ha, we don't get any girls here!" He chortled again. "I guess you can use the stage girl's rooms."
He pointed to the red curtain behind him and moved the rope. Wordlessly I pushed past the gorilla in a suit and into an entirely new world. I no idea three planets could be maintained in such a close proximity to one another. Stepping into the dressing room, I noted the lockers to my left and the half-naked women putting on or taking off makeup on a series of stools to my right. I also noted that I had forgotten to zip up and that I was harder than I had ever been in my life.
Finding my purpose once more, I all but dropped into a crouch. Difficult with a leaking boner. Half-stepping past the self absorbed women, I tried to keep my eyes down. However the sound of an ass clapping competition drew my eyes up to the glory of heaven. A mature black woman, around her late thirties watched closely as a younger girl, maybe 23 or 24, demonstrated how to properly make a good clapping. Reaching forward the older woman laughingly slapped the younger girl's ass.
I wanted them all. I wanted to fuck every last single woman in there. To have them drool over my cock as they sucked it while fondling my balls.
No.
I had to find my mother and get her out of here! Rolling under a bench as the ass shakers past, I rolled back out and continued toward the back of the locker room. Every step I took, cock pressed a little harder against my leg and a little more precum came out. My pants would be soaked below the knee by the time I left at this rate. At the very back was a door marked 'Manager', which I intended to pass by stealthily. That is until the door knob began to rotate, indicating that someone was leaving the room.
"Everything good Sam? Alright, see you tomorrow." A balding foppish, short middle aged man that resembled Ron Jeremy an awful lot, except he had blonde hair.
Surely he couldn't be talking about my Sam right? As he walked away to the left I approached the half-cracked door and peaked in. There my mother was, wearing a golden bikini way too small for her. She a fat envelope tucked in under her arm as she surveyed the stuff on the desk.
"Mom!" I yelled barging into the room.
"Kinantha!? What the fuck?"
I'd never heard my mother ever curse despite anything that happened in her life. She even forced Shay to go church with us every single Sunday. This, when you think about it, is kinda funny. The stripper mom being the most religious out the family. I would've laughed if I wasn't so mad.
"Why the fuck are you working here? When did this happen?!" I yelled, slamming the door behind me.
"Don't you dare curse at me! I'm doing this so you can live a good life!" Mom yelled back. "I've always wanted you to have a good life, never to see this."
"How long?" I repeated more solemnly.
"Since you were three."
I threw up my hands in exasperation. Three years old? Really now?! I turned around to tear into her again when we both heard footsteps over the stripper music in the background.
"You have to go! He pays me extra because he thinks I don't have any kids!" Mom said looking frightened.
"There's only one way in our out." I said, non-perturbed by her panic.
"Here the cabinet!" She roughly guided me toward the large cabinet in the wall, but I wasn't in a rush.
"So now you're hiding me in a cabinet now, what am I Harry Potter? Plus won't he be suspicious if you're still here?" I questioned as she opened the door to the rather large cabinet.
She froze looking at me and then the door and then back to me as the footsteps grew louder.
"Just get in!" She hissed, yanking down and shoving me into the enclosed space.
The cabinet was larger than most, being about 6 or 7 feet deep, about 4 to 5 feet high and the same across. She pushed me in first before shoving herself in after me while trying to close the doors at the same time. We wrestled around for a bit in the dark, cramp space with me retaining full knowledge that 90% of her body was naked. We both froze as the door opened and a pair of footsteps entered the office. Bending my hand back awkwardly, I managed to get my phone out my back pocket and use its light to see what was going on.
I had somehow managed to get my mother beneath me with both her legs open to either side and by crotch directly on top of her. This wouldn't be so bad if my dick hadn't come out during the struggle. Now I was stabbing my mother in her bikini with a rock hard cock and she was not happy about it.
"Looks like Sam didn't mess with anything which rules her out." The club owner said to the other inhabitant.
"We still don't know who's been trying to get into your safe however." The second feminine voice said.
My mom had been searching for something in the desk when I'd first entered, was she trying to steal for this guy? Looking down, the relief on her face said yes.
'What the heck' I mouthed, putting the phone light on me.
'We need the money for your graduation ring.' She mouthed back angrily.
My hand the held me up and also created a space between me and my mom started shaking. After a few more futile second it gave out entirely and I collapsed on top of her. Big problem, my dick all but raped her on its own. It was practically stabbing the slippery piece of…whatever bikinis are made out of and if any of us made the slightest movement I would slip inside.
If I was fearful, my mom was horrified at the thought of her daughter's dick inside her. We never really discussed my condition, just a talk when I was 12 telling me that I was different than other girls and the birds and the bees. Everything else I learned for myself through a combination of Kayla, the internet and Sex-Ed. Back in the room the owner continued to talk.
"I'm looking for someone to put in a little hands-on work tomorrow, are you free?" He voice sounded sleazy, he probably had his hands on her ass.
"Sure thing boss." Came the sultry female voice.
"That fucking whore." My mom hissed angrily and shifted slightly.
That was all it took. I went from practically fucking my mother to actually fucking my mother so fast I barely felt the transition. One second I was out and the next I was halfway inside of her. She opened her mouth and I quickly clamped my hand on top of it as she moaned softly into my palm. She did the same to me as I release a low throaty groan. There's no way I could think halfway between pleasure and pain.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
'Don't you fucking-'
Was all she able to mouth as the light on my phone went out and I didn't turn it back on. Slowly I slid all the way into my mother, both hands on her breasts. I could practically count the inches as I went balls deep into her. She wasn't as tight as the horny Shay or my ex-virgin girlfriend but she wasn't loose either. Scratching my hand a bit, she ripped my phone away and turned it back on. She was screaming at me (silently of course), but I was already all the way inside.
"I'm sorry." I whispered again, not sure what to do.
I didn't know what to do, but I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to fuck my mom. But that's just what I wanted, what I needed was to stay still until I could safely escape. Easier said than done. From the room we could both hear sounds of a wet and messy blowjob going on. That prick was getting his rocks off while I was stuck here, in the only woman in the universe I could pound the shit out off. That should be me getting sucked!
My hips began moving all by themselves. In the cramp space they could only be raised so high before they had nowhere to go. All I could concentrate on was not looking at my mother's face, afraid of what I would find. I-I just needed to get off!
She was so soft around me!
But she's my mom!
I need to cum!
I need to get the hell out of here!
As the club owner reached his peak, I silently reached mine. Burying myself in my mother's cleavage my hips increased their tempo all by themselves as I came inside the same hole I came out off. I could feel my cum making a mess inside my mother and out as my hips refused to stop for anything. My mother was making a screaming sound beneath me with her lips sealed. To top it off my dick wouldn't stop cumming; it just came and came and came until the cum began to spurt out of my mom with the force of my hips humping.
Finally someone turned off the faucet and the cum stopped in an instance, not that it really mattered. There was more than a pint's worth of cum in the cabinet now, most of it deep inside my shivering mom. Looking up I could see the turmoil going on behind my mother's eyes. A mixture of rage, fear, sorrow beyond belief and worst of all, a total absence of lust. The other two times this happened, they'd both possessed varying levels of lustfulness. That was no-where in sight.
Back in room I could hear clothes being put on as they prepared to leave the office.
"I'm going to the floor, lock-up." Came the male voice.
With the click-clack of dress shoes, he left the room, but not the female. Looking back down, mother was finally drifting back into the realm of reality after her violation. I was completely soft now, but I dare not move for fear of creating a noise the woman could hear in the silence.
"What the fuck!" She yelled in anger. "Why does everyone around here have a small dick?! Oh, I would kill to a big black cock right now."
A tingle went down my spine and into my groin. Grimacing in fear, I looked up and was relieved to see my mother hadn't noticed it yet. Probably because my dick was surrounded by a cushion thick cum, if that's such a good thing. I could hear the shifting of clothing once more and after a second of pausing the wet sound of a something entering a pussy.
"Oh, yeah. That's what I need, some big, black, young dick."
My mother froze underneath, looking up I could tell that she felt it too.
"Please not again, don't do it again!" She said a little louder than sound limit we had proposed on one another.
Luckily the other stripper didn't hear her as she continued to finger/shove some desk utensil into her pussy. As her moans increased, so did my hardness until I was at full tilt once more. The only exception? I was in control this time. I kept myself fully buried inside my mom so my hips couldn't take control again, going so far as to wrap my hands around her waist.
"Stop, it's okay. We can get caught, just not again!" I had to all but smother her as the sounds stopped momentarily and then continued.
"We cannot get caught after what we both went through!" I quietly hissed into her ear.
Well what she went through after I raped her, but you can't tango by yourself. Everything would've been fine if my mother hadn't struggling underneath me. What the hell was she doing? I everything perfectly under control and she was only making things worse! Before I could stop myself a low stuttering moan escape my lips into her neck. This kicked her into overdrive mode as she practically began screaming and kicking out.
It was a race between me and the stripper outside to see who would hold out the longest. I'd long given up trying to calm my mother's anger/fear, which is understandable for her to have considering the circumstances.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah-fuccckkk yeaahhhh."
I tuned her out and tried to focus on anything else besides her moans…the sloshing of the cum around my dick…my mom's sweat and slick breasts inches from my face…ANYTHING! Starting to panic, I tried rapid fire breathing which only served to cause my mom to panic more.
"Stop struggling, you're not helping!"
Trying to hold back my cum, I lost control of my hips once more. They began digging my cock even deeper than before into my mother, throwing cum all over the floor with the rest. The sensation was now throbbing in my head as I bit myself to hold back the tidal wave that was building in my sack. The pain was blinding, I felt like my head was going to explode any moment!
Just in time, she reached her orgasm before something popped inside me. To muffle both of us, I pressed my lips against my mom while holding her legs still while I released once more into her. There wasn't as much as last time, but that didn't matter to the woman I was trying to protect. She sobbed a couple times and then quieted down, not trusting her I kept my mouth where it was along with my tongue.
More clothes rustling and then the click-clack of heels and the slamming of a door. Kicking out with my feet, I snapped open the cabinet door and pull out with a wet plop. Banging my head on the way out I tried to distance myself from the cabinet. Planning for this moment, I hopped over the desk and tripped over a steel safe. Apparently they'd opened it before they left and forgot to close it. Grabbing what I assumed was $300; I slammed the safe shut with my foot so I didn't leaved footprints.
Poking my head over the desk, I witnessed the emergence of the beast from it dark, dank, cum-filled lair. Her hair was frazzled, her bikini top was askew and her nipples. Down below she was leaking the sticky white stuff like Niagra Falls. Earlier she'd been horrified, now? She was the embodiment of unadulterated rage.
"Uhhh, I got the money?" I asked knowing good and well that I should probably just shut up.
Edging past my bother with the smallest of steps, I suddenly bolted for the door.
"I'M GONNA FUCKING KIL-"
Slamming the door with my momentum, I sprinted to left and out the emergency exit into a freezing sidewalk. Frantically looking around I immediately saw my mom's car. Jogging across the empty street, I did a little trick using a penny and the truck to pop it open and slide into the back. I did all this before realizing that my flaccid dick was flapping everywhere over my sagging jeans. Cursing I began to put it away, but before I could Godzilla came storming out the club wearing jeans and a tank top that was too loose on her.
Then I realized something important. That I gotten into my mom's car when I had plenty of sub money. Too late.
Shit.
Samantha yanked the car door and slammed it shut so hard that I could cracks forming on the window. Letting out a sound that was not un-similar to a teapot. Slamming her hands on the dashboard with the air of King Kong, she whirled on me raising her hand to hit me. Then she froze, looking down her look of anger turned into one of fear. Following her gaze I came to rest on my flaccid cock as it lay across my leg. Covering my junk with both hands I looked back up, but she was already starting up the car her anger; back in full gear. I then proceeded to pack away my meat quieter than has ever been done before.
'This is the worst silent drive I've ever had in my life…' I thought about throwing myself out the car to stop the shame.
Then I thought about what my mother must be thinking as she gripped the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles were like tensed sheets. After 30 minutes we pulled up along our apartment building, half an hour of tense rape silence. I quickly exited the car and speed walked into the building to get away from the unfortunate victim of my libido and stamina. The plan was for me to catch a quick elevator ride up to the apartment, grab a bunch of dry food and barricade myself in my room for the rest of Spring Break.
Unfortunately, things didn't work out quite as planned. Coming into the building at stomping and hunched over, my mother pounded over to the elevator, practically drilling into the basement. With a ding the doors opened and we both walked in and while my mother began to boil over like a pot, I slowly marshaled my own anger. I mean she was a stripper! What kind of mother does that, what if my friends found out!
By the time we were released onto our floor we were bust fit to lose our cool. What I expected: For her to round on me with a flurry of abusive words and tear filled hate. What actually happened: She stomped across the floor and slammed her door shut. Surprised I'm left alone in the living room with nothing to take my anger out on. Checking Shay's room, it looked like she had run out to do something or the other.
Still angry I found myself at my mother's door. Moving of its own accord my hand moved to bang on her door, but came out as a soft knock. No response. I knocked again, no response. Taking the handle I slowly opened the door to find my mother lying in bed facing away from me. She had some moon pajama pants and the same loose yellow tank top she came out the club in. Just her motionless form as she ignored was all it took to send me over the edge.
"Fine, just ignore me. That's all you were ever good at." I said, stopping myself from hissing.
Shooting up and out the bed she pointed an accusing finger at me, her eyes bulging in anger. But she said nothing.
"What cat got your tongue now?!" I yelled, opening the door all the way. "There was no problem when you were letting guys stuff money in your clothes right?"
"You just don't understand do you?!" It finally exploded out of her. "I got fired from my nursing job! You think we're not poor, but we are and the men at that club are the only thing keeping a roof over your head!"
"Well maybe I rather sleep on the streets then!" I pointed accusing finger at her. "There's a little thing called dignity, maybe you should go buy some with your damn stripper money!"
"You ungrateful little runt!" She screamed back. "After all I put up with, this is how you repay me?!"
Our neighbors upstairs and downstairs were sure getting an earful.
"I KNOW you are not talking about putting up with SHIT after all the stuff Shay does!" I was livid and she was finally about to hear what I thought. "Just face you never loved me, you-just-tolerated-me."
I lowered my voice so my secret wouldn't get out to our neighbors, but my tone was still serious.
"L-love?" She step as if she'd been struck. "How can you THINK that I had anything but love for you after all those endless nights I spent up with you Shay? After I changed your school fucking TWICE because you didn't know why you were getting bullied. After Andrew left me, you and Shay at the hospital; how can that be anything but love?" She asked, her eyes watering.
Great now I felt bed.
"Well if you love me soooo DAMN much, how about you prove it." I said doing the little thing with my finger and my head that ghetto girls love to do.
"How, Kin? Just tell me fucking how!" My mother hissed.
"By letting me sleep with you for one night." I said knowing she'd never accept. "If you have no problem with me, then let me sleep in your bed right now."
My mom had the most confused look for a second before her eyes hardened.
"Fine, put on your night clothes or whatever."
Not even responding I stormed out the room and into mines. Grabbing my MLP Tee and some sweat pants, I went into the kitchen and drank a glass of warm milk. I'd stopped stomping because my feet were beginning to hurt even if it was carpet.
Walking back into my mother's room I'd seen that she'd cleaned up/ shoved everything on her floor in her closet. Looking at her bed again, I noticed that it was as big as I thought. Bigger than mines, but definitely a lot smaller than Shay's.
"So are you getting bed or not?" My mom snapped me while she closed the curtains.
"I guess you don't wanna take any chances of being seen with me huh?" I spat as I angrily got in the bed, I even brought my own pillow.
Hitting the lights she got into the bed angrily as well. So there we lay facing away from each other as the fan whirled around silently. We didn't even touch the covers; it was too hot for that. Falling asleep proved to be harder than anticipated as what happened at the Strip Club kept replaying over and over in my mind. After what felt like an hour had gone by I finally said something since we were both wide awake.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened in the cabinet." I said.
"Mmm" Was her only response, completely void of emotion.
My anger spiking once more, I rolled over until I was directly against her back.
"I said I'm sorry!" I said once more.
She said nothing this time, but I could feel her shivering at my proximity.
"Is there a problem? Can't stand me being close to you? You're little freak show of a daughter that you want to keep locked up?"
She rolled over as well and with a loud slapping sound, hit my shoulder.
"You are not a freak. You are a beautiful young woman any man-"
"Woman" I corrected her.
"Any…err…woman would be lucky to have."
"The same goes for you." I shot back in the dark. "Any man would be lucky to see your body with your huge breasts and your thick hips."
We were both silent for a moment.
"Do you really think so?" She asked.
I had to take a moment to make sure this was an actual question. I mean who was she kidding?
"I would love to be your husband." I said surely.
I could see her face in the dark, with my mind's eyes. Her teardrop shaped face without wrinkles because she ages so well. Her beautiful face.
"W-well…" She stammered…My mother never stammers. "I-I might have."
She trailed off and we re-entered silence.
"I might have enjoyed what happened at the club." She said rushed. "Oh my god, I didn't mean to say that."
More silence.
"Kin, baby I didn't…it wasn't…I was madder myself than I was at you."
Even more silence with the slight rustling of my sweats.
"I sorry for hitting you?" She tried, unsure of what to say.
I didn't reply, I was too busy freeing my erection from my sweatpants. Getting it out, I began rubbed my palm along my head to get some lubricant and added my own spit. Pulling my sweats off, I began to masturbate right there next to my wonder and sexy stripper mother.
"Kin, do you hear that? It sounds like skin…hitting skin or something. Kin, talking to me. It's really close; I think it might be…" My mother was never the fastest woman but she got it in the end. "You're doing it right now aren't you?"
I beat even harder.
"Just because I said that I might have enjoyed it afterwards doesn't mean that you get to do it again!" Silence as I slowed my tempo. "How the hell are you still hard? You've got the stamina of a bull!"
My dick jumped a little in pride. Scooting even closer I could feel my mother's hot breath against mine as I prodded, what I assumed was her stomach, with my meat.
"It's so hot against my skin." She breathed softly.
Acting on instinct I extended my tongue and lick her lips slowly. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was gaping in surprise. Slowly I did it again, this time I trailed my tongue around her lips until she opened up. Abandoning my dick for the briefest of instances I pressed against her, my dick flat against her stomach. More shivers from her end.
Reaching around with my left hand I groped her ass like a bear, inciting another jump. It was like she was a virgin! Finally leaning forward our tongues touched, which she retracted instantly in fright. Getting aggressive I pushed against her mouth with my mine, capturing it and holding it with lustful and sloppy kisses.
"Can you feel my precum on your stomach?" I questioned our faces millimeters apart.
She nodded and initiated another round of kisses.
"Can you feel my hot nine inch dick throbbing against you?"
"Nine inches?" She giggled, I never heard my mother giggle in my life.
"I measure today; its nine and three quarters." I said with all the seriousness I could muster.
"Oh." Was her only response as another round of shivers ripped through her body.
With one hand caressing my face, her free hand traveled down to confirm this statement.
"OH shit." She said gripping my dripping cock. "I don't know if I-"
"You did just fine an hour ago." I said simply which shut her up.
Reaching down with my free hand that was tearing up her ass, I sneaked into her pants and rubbed her wet panties. Change that, they were freaking soaking! Bringing both my hands up I Sam in a bear hug. That's who she is now, Samantha, not mom. My lover, not my mother. Rolling with all the force I could muster I brought her on top of me. Not gonna lie, Sam was a thick woman with some meat on her bones.
This time she kissed me as I slid her panties and pajamas off. Kicking off the interfering pieces of fabric she sat up, my dick firmly clamped by her ass cheeks, and we both removed our shirts. Even in the dark I could tells she was staring into my eyes and I into hers.
"Well are you going to do something or are you gonna make me get my rocks off by myself?" I asked.
She laughed a loud and mirth filled laugh.
"Girl, you're too young to be having rocks to get off." She was still laughing.
"That's strange coming from the woman who got filled up twice." I said back and she stopped laughing.
Before I could wonder if I said something wrong, she continued. "How does it feel to f-f-f-have sex with your mother? I know I'm not the tightest gal around."
"Just the thought of sliding into you almost made me cum in an instant!" I said instantly. "Your just so, sexy…You know I saw you in the shower once and I jerked to you right there in the hallway."
"You're a horndog with no limits." Sam said, her pussy juices spreading along my crotch.
"Not when it comes to beautiful women." I said smoothly, feeling her curves.
Silence came again.
"I can't do it." She said suddenly.
"WHAT?!" I yelled.
"Calm down, just a few things. First off I need to see what's going on." Dismounting she flipped on the lamp on her dresser. "So, fucking big…" She mumbled staring at my painful erection. "Second off, I can't do cowgirl."
Getting bed facing me, I rolled over until we were back in our original positions. Rolling over, she presented her ass to me.
"I can't watch you do it, it's too embarrassing." She said and I could the red on her cheeks from here.
Coming up from behind, I lifted up her and rubbed my cock along her pussy.
"When's the last time you had an orgasm?" I asked playfully.
"Nine months before you were born." Wincing at this none playful fact I continued.
"Well prepare to reset your clock, because I'm about to rock your world." That sounded less cheesy in my head.
Apparently it had its effect as she shivered once more in anticipation. Grabbing my cock, I tried to bend it upwards so we could fuck parallel, but I was too hard to bend at any point. Improvising, I slid down on the bed some until I was slanted. Taking a deep breath I slowly entered Samantha the first time (purposefully and consensually).
Grabbing her shoulders I slid myself back up while sliding my cock deeper. Moaning at the feeling of a Sam's pussy wrapped around me I hugged her form once more. From there I lifted up her leg, gathered myself and then went crazy. Right off the bat I was going as hard and as fast as I could. My balls were flying every which way, slapping everything with loud sounds. My balls weren't the only ones making noise as Sam was so wet that her pussy made lewd sucking noise with each thrust.
Sam said something, but I tuned her out. She didn't need to talk; she just needed to get fucked. Getting a small circle of pain at the small of my back, I quickly rolled on top of her and yanked her by the hips into doggy style. Gripping hard at her hips, I continued full speed, my balls slapping her skin and creating a wonderful feeling. On the peripheral of my hearing I could sense a slur of curse coming from some. Might've been her, might've been me, could've been both of us.
Just as I anticipated I could the tightening for what felt like the umpteenth time that night. Give each thrust my all, Sam began screaming as she neared her orgasm. Time to help her along. Bending over I shoved my tongue into her ass, sending her over the edge at the same time I finished. She clenched down like a vice on my cock, trapping my load inside her grip and using my dick as a stopper. I didn't know what happened next, because the very next moment I passed out.
Seven Years Later
"Mommy, mommy!" Jasmine yelled as she bounced up in down in my back seat.
"What?" I asked as we finally pulled into the drive way from her ballet recital.
"How come me, Elizabeth and Rinny are all sisters, but we have different mommies?" Jasmine asked as her sisters jumped all over my back seat.
"Because, I just love all of your moms so much." I answered looking in the rear view mirror.
As soon as I put it into park, they all jumped out of my squad car to go to their friend's house. Screaming their heads off all the way of course. I now lived in a rural town called Graceville, Georgia with my three close friends as gay marriage isn't legal in Georgia despite my gender. Pulling out my shades, I locked my squad car's doors as I walked into the house.
Kayla was already home, playing the PS3 with her feet up on the couch.
"Get your feet down; you'll set a bad example." I said heading into the kitchen. "What's for dinner?" I asked slapping Sam's ass and watching it jiggle.
"What did I tell you about doing that? They're going to think its okay and start doing it to older women, just watch." She warned waving her spoon at me as she made spaghetti.
"You're right, I'm sorry for being inconsiderate. As punishment I won't have sex with you for a week, to make sure I understand my actions." I laughed as I grabbed an apple and left the kitchen.
"Hey I didn't say all that now! Calm down, we can talk about this!" Leaving her to cry over her mistake (I'll shorten it to three days) I headed to my room where Shay was doing her toes while watching Shemale porn
"What I tell you about watching that stuff hmm?" I asked taking off my uniform, minus my snug briefs.
"To not to."
"Or?"
"Or you would fuck my ass the next time, which you won't." She said smiling at her feet. "The kids are always here."
Wordlessly I dropped my underpants and let my anaconda free. She eyed me suspiciously out the corner of her eye as I moved beside her while he quickly grew to full strength. Once he was ready I reminded Shay of an important fact.
"The kids are going to a birthday party down the street for the next hour."
That made her freeze.
"You know what? Let me turn this mess off." She laughed as she tried to stand up.
Denying the opportunity I pushed her back down and ripped her panties off.
"Come on baby! Can't we talk about this?"
I smiled as I continued for the 2 hours without resting for a second. Two orgasms for every thirty minutes is the record to break. Which I did; among other things.
Oh it's good to be loved.
*(Shemaleinch is an actual website, but they don't send kits to peoples house, they come themselves with their own cameraman and ruler. As far as I know they're stationed in New York, New York)