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Volume 1

1 Mom Takes a Ride

2 Mom Takes a Ride2

3 Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked

4 Bumpy Ride

5 Mom's Sweaty Ride Pt. 01

6 Mom's Sweaty Ride Ch. 02

7 Mom's Sweaty Ride Ch. 03

8 Mom's Sweaty Ride Ch. 04

9 Cross Country Taboo Ch. 01

10 Cross Country Taboo Ch. 02

11 Cross Country Taboo Ch. 03

12 Cross Country Taboo Ch. 04

13 NOTE

14 Doin' the Car Wash Baby

15 The Remedy 1-2

16 Long Drive

17 A Date with Fertility

18 Christmas Party Dilemma

19 Spring Break Surprise

20 Truth or Dare

21 Mom's Roommate

22 Mom's Roommate 2

23 Mom's Roommate More

24 Mother's Stallion

25 My Christmas Gift

26 Sex-ed with Mom

27 Sex-ed with Mom Ch. 02

28 The Nest

29 Tool Repai

30 Valentine Mom

31 Backseat Mommy: Jam-Packed with Cum

32 BACKSEAT STORY!

33 Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride

34 Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked

35 Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut

36 Backseat Mommy: Husband's Asleep

37 Backseat Mommy: Jam-Packed with Cum

38 Backseat Mommy: Lustful 3-Hole Slut

39 Backseat Mommy: Mom's Lap of Luxury

40 50s Family: Backseat Fucking

41 Family Affair: Backseat Sister

42 Family Affair: Bathroom Mommy

43 Fun in the Car with Sister-in-Law

44 Fun in Her Room with My Sister-in-Law

45 Mother-in-Law Panties 1-3

46 Don't Pull Out

47 Truth or Dare with my Sister-in-Law

48 A Ride in the Back Seat

49 Magic Wanda

50 Magic Wanda 2

51 Brother Deals with Sister

52 Jenny Sits on Brother Ch. 01

53 Son and Mum Fix It

54 Too Dirty For Mum

55 Older Women Make Beautiful Lovers

56 Older Women Are Beautiful Lovers Ch. 2

57 Family Road Trip

58 A Chance Encounter With Ben's Aunt

59 Family Road Trip

60 Devilish Sister In-Law

61 My Ride with Mila

62 A Shocking Surprise

63 Exploiting Gwen

64 Tish, the MILF

65 Grandma Sits on My Lap in the Car

66 Adam has Lost the Use of His Hands

67 Adam has Lost the Use of His Hands Ch. 02

68 Adam has Lost the Use of His Hands Ch. 03

69 Andy Goes into the Wrong Bedroom

70 Artist Jed and his Beautiful Sister

71 Brother and Sister Share a Bathroom

72 Brother and Sister Share a Bathroom Ch. 02

73 Brother and Sister Share a Bathroom Ch. 03

74 David Enjoys his Perfect Job

75 David Enjoys his Perfect Job Ch. 02

76 David Enjoys his Perfect Job Ch. 03

77 David Enjoys his Perfect Job Ch. 04

78 Dexter the Personal Trainer

79 Dexter the Personal Trainer Ch. 02

80 Dexter the Personal Trainer Ch. 03

81 Fun in the Hot Tub

82 Glory Hole

83 Glory Hole Ch. 02

84 Glory Hole Ch. 03

85 Glory Hole Ch. 04

86 Glory Hole Ch. 05

87 NOTE!

88 Grandma Sits on My Lap in the Car

89 Grandma Sits on My Lap in the Car Ch. 02

90 Grandma Sits on My Lap in the Car Ch. 03

91 Harry Massages his Mother-in-law

92 It Started as an Innocent Massage

93 It Started as an Innocent Massage Ch. 02

94 Justin Looks after his Blind Sister

95 Leo Goes into the Wrong Bedroom

96 Tim has Fun when He Shares a Bed

97 Tim has Fun when He Shares a Bed Ch. 02

98 Two Friends Make a Bet

99 Two Friends Make a Bet Ch. 02

100 Aunt Janet's Dirty Boy

101 Aunt Janet's Dirty Boy Ch. 04

102 Catching Mother at Christmas

103 Caught Perving at Aunt Cathy

104 Come and Sleep in Mummy's Bed

105 Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter

106 Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter Ch. 02

107 Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter Ch. 0

108 Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter Ch. 04

109 Having a Babysitter

110 First Time With My Sister

111 The Pleasure Car

112 Making Room for the Art

113 Ice Cream and Mom

114 A Boss, A Mentor, A Lover Ch. 01

115 A Boss, A Mentor, A Lover Ch. 02

116 A Boss, A Mentor, A Lover Ch. 03

117 A Boss, A Mentor, A Lover Ch. 04

118 A Boss, A Mentor, A Lover Ch. 05

119 A First, My Friend's Sister Ch. 01

120 A First, My Friend's Sister Ch. 02

121 A First, My Friend's Sister Ch. 03

122 A First, My Friend's Sister Ch. 04

123 A First, My Friend's Sister Ch. 05

124 A First, My Friend's Sister Ch. 06

125 A First, My Friend's Sister Ch. 06 P2

126 Camping with Mom

127 Christmas with the Cleaning Lad

128 Assisting Mrs. Davenport

129 Bobby's Business

130 Not All Errors are Bad

131 Sister, Sister

132 Brother and Sister Trip to Florida

133 Stacia

134 Car Ride with My Sister-In-Law

135 College Moving-In Day

136 College Moving-In Day Ch. 02

137 All We Need

138 Approaching Certainty

139 Ass Play for Siblings

140 Ass Play for Siblings C

141 Bored and Horny

142 Bimbo MILF

143 Late Night Company

144 My Niece Angel is a Slutty Tease

145 He's an Adult Now

146 The Pimp Ch. 01

147 The Pimp

148 Ride The Cougar!

149 This Mother's Solution Ch. 01

150 This Mother's Solution Ch. 02

151 This Mother's Solution Ch. 03

152 This Mother's Solution Ch. 04

153 Joy Ride

154 Sounds Good Ch. 01: Intro

155 Sounds Good Ch. 2

156 Sounds Good Ch 3

157 Sounds Good Ch. 4

158 Stroke of Luck

159 No Monkey Business:

160 No Monkey Business P2

161 No Monkey Business P3

162 A Foot Rub To Remember

163 It Happened In The Car

164 A Heated Drive

165 A Model Cousin

166 A Model Cousin 2

167 Aunt Ruth's House

168 Aunt Ruth's House 2

169 Wife's Young Cousin

170 A Policewoman's Secret

171 Mom's Lap: A Backseat Story

172 Incest with My 55 Year Old Mother

173 Incest with My 55 Year Old Mother Ch.2

174 Sitting on My Son's Lap

175 Strange Trail

176 Mom Falls From Grace

177 Mom Fulfills Son's Desires

178 Mom Fulfills Son's Desires Ch. 02

179 Mom Fulfills Son's Desires Ch. 03

180 Mom Gets The Wrong Room

181 Mom Takes A Ride

182 Accidents Happen!

183 Making Out With Mom

184 Beth's Mom

185 Mom, You're Naked!

186 Mom Spreads Her Legs

187 Michael's Mom Has Got It Going On

188 Michael's Mom Has Got It Going ON P2

189 Late Night on the Loveseat with Mom

190 Late Night Under The Stars With Mom

191 My Mom is a Hot Mom

192 My Mom is a Hot Mom Ch. 02

193 My Mom is a Hot Mom Ch. 03

194 My Mom is a Hot Mom Ch. 04

195 My Mom is a Hot Mom Ch. 05

196 My Mom is a Hot Mom Ch. 06

197 My Mom is a Hot Mom Ch. 07

198 My Mom is a Hot Mom Ch. 08

199 Back Seat Accident

200 The Kinky Car Ride

201 A Very Interesting Car Ride

202 Mother and son trapped in the caR

203 Mommy On My Lap

204 Backseat Story

205 Action in th back seat

206 I Knocked Up Mom In The Backseat While Dad Drove

207 A Car Ride to a New Life with Mother

208 Back Seat Driver

209 "FUCKING MY HORNEY AUNT"

210 With Aunt (Cheriyamma) And Her Daughter

211 My Friend's Mom

212 Mom's Lap: A Backseat Story

213 Mom's Lap Ch. 02: And Grandma's Too

214 I Dream of Kathy, My Teacher

215 I Dream of Kathy, My Teacher Ch. 02

216 Mom's the Best

217 Mom's the Best Ch. 02

218 Mom's the Best Ch. 03

219 Mom's the Best Ch.04

220 Neighborly Secrets Pt. 01

221 Neighborly Secrets Pt. 2

222 Hot Backseat Anal Session

223 The Longest Ride

224 On the Backseat with Mom Grandma

225 On the Backseat with Mom Grandma p2

226 "Pet Mommy": Becoming a Mommy-Slut!

227 "Pet Mommy": DP Mommy-Slut!

228 "Pet Mommy": Fucking with Mommy-Slut

229 "Pet Mommy": My Daughter Submits

230 A Mom's Duty: Accidental Hard-On

231 A Mommy's Need: A Big Dicked Son

232 A Mom Son Affair: Accidental Orgy

Aug 30,2020

233

A Mom Son Affair: Blossoming LUV

Aug 30,2020

234

A Sister Surprise

Aug 30,2020

235

A Surprise 4 Mom

Aug 30,2020

236

Ass Obsession: A Son's Virginity

Aug 30,2020

237

Fun in Her Room with My Sister-in-Law

Aug 30,2020

238

Mother-in-Law Panties

Aug 30,2020

239

Backseat Fucking

Aug 30,2020

240

Under Mom's Bed

Aug 30,2020

241

Under Mom's Bed - Confession

Aug 30,2020

242

Under Mom's Bed - Reconciliation

Aug 30,2020

243

Oily Evenings Ch. 01

Aug 30,2020

244

Oily Evenings Ch. 02

Aug 30,2020

245

Oily Evenings Ch. 03

Aug 30,2020

246

Oily Evenings Ch. 04

Aug 30,2020

247

Oily Evenings Ch. 05

Aug 30,2020

248

Oily Evenings Ch. 06 - Final

Aug 30,2020

249

A MOTHER AND SON SUCCESS

Aug 30,2020

250

ACCIDENTAL INCEST

Aug 30,2020

251

I am 38 years old. Recently divorced, out of money and a job. I asked my mom if I could crash at her condo a few months. She said yes, I would have to use the couch, no problem. Things were normal

Aug 30,2020

252

My Women Ch. 02

Aug 30,2020

253

My Women Ch. 03

Aug 30,2020

254

My Women Ch. 04

Aug 30,2020

255

My Aunt Sat On My Lap In A Crowded Car

Aug 30,2020

256

Orthodox Mom Fucks Her Son

Aug 30,2020

257

Forbidden Desires – Part 1

Aug 30,2020

258

Forbidden Sex Desires – Part 2

Aug 30,2020

259

Forbidden Sex Desires – Part 3 (Hot Stepmom)

Aug 30,2020

260

Bad Grandma... A Quickie.

Aug 30,2020

261

True Story

Aug 30,2020

262

Blackmailed Mother

Aug 30,2020

263

Mom makes a deal

Aug 30,2020

264

Mom's Offer

Aug 30,2020

265

Country Mom for a Horny Son

Aug 30,2020

266

NOTE

Aug 30,2020

267

How I Got a Harem: Blackmail

Aug 30,2020

268

How I Got a Harem: The X-mas party

Aug 30,2020

269

How I got a harem: The next step

Aug 30,2020

270

Mrs. Huggins, my slave neighbor

Aug 30,2020

271

Blackmail Artist

Aug 30,2020

272

Blackmailing My Twin Sisters

Aug 30,2020

273

My Sister And I Babysitting

Aug 30,2020

274

Could You Help Me?

Aug 30,2020

275

Mom Sent Me Nude Pictures

Aug 30,2020

276

Mom Gets Passed Around

Aug 30,2020

277

Up Skirt Photo Machine

Aug 30,2020

278

I Protect My Sister's Butt

Aug 30,2020

279

He Photographed My Pussy

Aug 30,2020

280

She Flashed Me Her Panties

Aug 30,2020

281

Living With Three College Girls

Aug 30,2020

282

My Mother As Wonder Woman

Aug 30,2020

283

My MILF Village

Aug 30,2020

284

Mom Took Me To A Concert

Aug 30,2020

285

She Peed In The Urinal b

Aug 30,2020

286

I Get Mom

Aug 30,2020

287

Picture Taker

Aug 30,2020

288

Grandma, Mom, And My Sister Too

Aug 30,2020

289

Mom Bent Over

Aug 30,2020

290

Jack's Mother Nude

Aug 30,2020

291

The Camera

Aug 30,2020

292

Blackmail Works

Aug 30,2020

293

I Turned Thirteen

Aug 30,2020

294

Mom Sat On My Face

Aug 30,2020

295

I Blackmail His Ex-wife

Aug 30,2020

296

I Saw Their Panties

Aug 30,2020

297

Mom Said So

Aug 30,2020

298

Slutty Pierced MILF

Aug 30,2020

299

Real Live Mom Next Door

Aug 30,2020

300

I Took That Picture

Aug 30,2020

301

Oh Mom You Didn't

Aug 30,2020

302

My Sister's Daughter

Aug 30,2020

303

Mom's Bridge Club

Aug 30,2020

304

My Sister-In-Law's Pictures On the Internet

Aug 30,2020

305

litoretica story ahead 1

Aug 30,2020

306

Packing

Aug 30,2020

307

Me and My Two Mothers

Aug 30,2020

308

Me and My Two Mothers p2

Aug 30,2020

309

My adoptive mom and I have been secretly having an affair

Aug 30,2020

310

My Mute Brother

Sep 02,2020

311

Addickted to My Son's Cock

Sep 02,2020

312

Before He Goes

Sep 02,2020

313

Before He Goes Once More

Sep 02,2020

314

Caring Sister

Sep 02,2020

315

Chubby Mom Takes Cum

Sep 02,2020

316

Clogged Drain

Sep 02,2020

317

Clogged Drain Fixed

Sep 02,2020

318

Comforting My Crying Mother

Sep 02,2020

319

Confronting My Son

Sep 02,2020

320

Consoling Mom

Sep 02,2020

321

Controlling Brother

Sep 02,2020

322

Cream for My Mom

Sep 02,2020

323

Grieving Mom

Sep 02,2020

324

A Family Christmas

Sep 02,2020

325

The Halloween Party Dress

Sep 02,2020

326

The Halloween Party Dress P2

Sep 02,2020

327

What Happens Next

Sep 02,2020

328

Boys Will Be Boys

Sep 02,2020

329

Boys Will Be Boys P2

Sep 02,2020

330

Boys Will Be Boys P3

Sep 02,2020

331

Boys Will Be Boys P4

Sep 02,2020

332

Boys Will Be Boys P5

Sep 02,2020

333

Boys Will Be Boys P6

Sep 02,2020

334

Boys Will Be Boys P7

Sep 02,2020

335

Boys Will Be Boys P8

Sep 02,2020

336

A Death in the Family

Sep 02,2020

337

A Family Christmas

Sep 02,2020

338

A Family Fuckfest

Sep 02,2020

339

A Lovers' Tale

Sep 02,2020

340

A Mother's Love

Sep 02,2020

341

A Night on the Town

Sep 02,2020

342

A Night to Remember

Sep 02,2020

343

A Valentine's Day Tryst

Sep 02,2020

344

Jason's Journey Pt. 1 Ch. 1-3

Sep 02,2020

345

Jason's Journey Pt. 2 Ch. 1-4

Sep 02,2020

346

Jason's Journey Pt. 3

Sep 02,2020

347

Jason's Journey Pt. 4

Sep 02,2020

348

My Funny Aunt

Sep 02,2020

349

My Mother in Law

Sep 02,2020

350

My Mother in Law Ch. 02

Sep 02,2020

351

Rite of Passage

Sep 02,2020

352

The Sleepwalker

Sep 02,2020

353

The Sleepwalker Ch. 02

Sep 02,2020

354

Welcome Home Soldier

Sep 02,2020

355

Fucking my mums best friend (long story)

Sep 02,2020

356

Truth or Dare at Sisters Sleepover

Sep 02,2020

357

Truth or dare

Sep 02,2020

358

Milking My Step Mom

Sep 02,2020

359

Helping My Pregnant Sister

Sep 02,2020

360

Helping My Pregnant Sister Recover

Sep 02,2020

361

Helping Out Gram

Sep 02,2020

362

Her Husband is Out of Town

Sep 02,2020

363

Her New Fuck Toy

Sep 02,2020

364

Her Son Delivers a Creampie

Sep 02,2020

365

Hidden Pics

Sep 02,2020

366

Homeward to Mom

Sep 02,2020

367

Living with Mom

Sep 02,2020

368

Man of the House

Sep 02,2020

369

Man Of The House Takes Control

Sep 02,2020

370

Marking My Mom's Pussy

Sep 02,2020

371

Mom Lets Me In

Sep 02,2020

372

Mom Needs Her Son's Hot Cream

Sep 02,2020

373

Mom Sucked My Cock

Sep 02,2020

374

Mom's a Cum Freak

Sep 02,2020

375

Mom's Birthday

Sep 02,2020

376

Mom's Birthday Present

Sep 02,2020

377

Mom's Sexy Photos

Sep 02,2020

378

Mother and Son

Sep 02,2020

379

Mother and Son Return

Sep 02,2020

380

Mother's Sympathy

Sep 02,2020

381

Motherly Massage

Sep 02,2020

382

Motherly Massage Ch. 02

Sep 02,2020

383

My Aunt Walks In

Sep 02,2020

384

My Aunt's House

Sep 02,2020

385

My First Time with Mom

Sep 02,2020

386

My Grandma The Model

Sep 02,2020

387

My Grandson's Cock

Sep 02,2020

388

My Married Sister

Sep 02,2020

389

My Mom Walks In

Sep 02,2020

390

My Mother's Horny Friend

Sep 02,2020

391

My Sleazy Mom

Sep 02,2020

392

My Son Finds Out

Sep 02,2020

393

Peeping Son

Sep 02,2020

394

Possessive Sister

Sep 02,2020

395

Sex with My Cousin

Sep 02,2020

396

Sunbathing Saturday

Sep 02,2020

397

Video Love

Sep 02,2020

398

Yoga Sex

Sep 02,2020

399

Young Aunt Needs Cum

Sep 02,2020

400

Truth or Dare

Sep 02,2020

401

Truth or Dare

Sep 02,2020

402

The Video Camera

Sep 02,2020

403

A Week With Mom

Sep 02,2020

404

Aunt Raven

Sep 02,2020

405

Aunt Raven, the Story of Cindy

Sep 02,2020

406

Aunt Raven: The Reading of The Will

Sep 02,2020

407

Chrismas Party-Fill in

Sep 02,2020

408

Dana

Sep 02,2020

409

Quest for Trinity

Sep 02,2020

410

Quest For Trinity: A New Life 02

Sep 02,2020

411

Quest For Trinity: Life Goes On

Sep 02,2020

412

Blackmailing Sis Into Strip Poker

Sep 02,2020

413

Incestuous Blackmail

Sep 02,2020

414

Mike Trains a Slut

Sep 02,2020

415

Inadvertent Incest

Sep 02,2020

416

Mike Trains a Slut11

Sep 02,2020

417

Mike Trains a Slut Ch. 02

Sep 02,2020

418

Mike's First Time

Sep 02,2020

419

Mike's First Time Ch. 02

Sep 02,2020

420

Mike's First Time Ch. 03

Sep 02,2020

421

Blackmail

Sep 02,2020

422

Blackmail Has Consequences

Sep 02,2020

423

What Goes Thump In The Night

Sep 02,2020

424

A Nudge to the Gray Matter Ch. 01

Sep 02,2020

425

A Nudge to the Gray Matter Ch. 02

Sep 02,2020

426

A Nudge to the Gray Matter Ch. 03

Sep 02,2020

427

Burn Baby Burn

Sep 02,2020

428

Date Night

Sep 02,2020

429

Holy Shit Ch. 01

Sep 02,2020

430

Holy Shit Ch. 02

Sep 02,2020

431

Holy Shit Ch. 03

Sep 02,2020

432

Holy Shit Ch. 03: Redo

Sep 02,2020

433

Blackmail Turns to Lust

Sep 02,2020

434

A Loving Gran and Mum

Sep 03,2020

435

A Responsive Mum

Sep 03,2020

436

Arousing Mum

Sep 03,2020

437

Aunt Jill's Hungry Pussy

Sep 03,2020

438

Aunt Jo's Dirty Secret

Sep 03,2020

439

Dr May Reid's Reunion Dinner

Sep 03,2020

440

Dr May Reid's Reunion Dinner Ch. 02

Sep 03,2020

441

Drinking Wine with Mum

Sep 03,2020

442

Fucking My Mother's Best Friend

Sep 03,2020

443

Give Me Your Tongue

Sep 03,2020

444

Giving Mature Ladies Pleasure

Sep 03,2020

445

Gran's Laptop

Sep 03,2020

446

Granny's Story

Sep 03,2020

447

Growing Up

Sep 03,2020

448

He Owns Mum and her Friends

Sep 03,2020

449

Jack Changes Career

Sep 03,2020

450

Jack Changes Career 2

Sep 03,2020

451

Jack Fucks Charlie's Mum

Sep 03,2020

452

Jack's Apartment

Sep 03,2020

453

My New Landlady

Sep 03,2020

454

Three Day Weekend

Sep 03,2020

455

The Prodigal Son

Sep 03,2020

456

Relative Revelations

Sep 03,2020

457

An Irresistible Neighborhood Milf

Sep 03,2020

458

Panties, Pantyhose and Mom

Sep 03,2020

459

Panties, Pantyhose and Mom p2

Sep 03,2020

460

Panties, Pantyhose and Mom P3

Sep 03,2020

461

Panties, Pantyhose and Mom P4

Sep 03,2020

462

Mom, You're The Best

Sep 03,2020

463

Mom, You're The Best p2

Sep 03,2020

464

Glory Hole

Sep 03,2020

465

Glory Hole p2

Sep 03,2020

466

Glory Hole p3

Sep 03,2020

467

Glory Hole p4

Sep 03,2020

468

Gloryhole Mother

Sep 03,2020

469

Gloryhole Sister

Sep 03,2020

470

A Breastfeeding Mother

Sep 03,2020

471

A Naked Submissive Mother

Sep 03,2020

472

Accidental Nympho Mom

Sep 03,2020

473

Accidental Nympho Sister

Sep 03,2020

474

Always Check Mom's Phone

Sep 03,2020

475

Are You Sure About This?

Sep 03,2020

476

Bed Sharing with Mom

Sep 03,2020

477

Boat Ride with Mom

Sep 03,2020

478

Bondage Sex with Mom

Sep 03,2020

479

Bus Ride with Mom

Sep 03,2020

480

Bus Ride with Sister

Sep 03,2020

481

Can I Watch?

Sep 03,2020

482

Caretaker Mom

Sep 03,2020

483

Casting Call with Mom

Sep 03,2020

484

Claire Sucks Her Son's Cock

Sep 03,2020

485

Crowded Places with Mom

Sep 03,2020

486

Cum Research with Mom

Sep 03,2020

487

Cum Research with Sister

Sep 03,2020

488

Deepthroat Mother~Wedding Host

Sep 03,2020

489

Doctor's Exam with Mom

Sep 03,2020

490

Doctor's Orders, Mom Helps

Sep 03,2020

491

Every Midnight to Dawn

Sep 03,2020

492

Family Gathering

Sep 03,2020

493

Fantasies of a Good Mother

Sep 03,2020

494

Feeding on Mom's Breast Milk

Sep 03,2020

495

Feel Your Skin

Sep 03,2020

496

Fertility Temple, Impregnating Mom

Sep 03,2020

497

Fertility Temple, Lactating Sister

Sep 03,2020

498

Filming Porn with Mom

Sep 03,2020

499

Held Together with Mom

Sep 03,2020

500

Housewife, Mother Slut

Sep 03,2020

501

Hypersexual Mother

Sep 03,2020

502

Hypnotizing Mother

Sep 03,2020

503

Inspiring Mom (With Son's Help)

Sep 03,2020

504

Lace Panties, Mom's Pussy

Sep 03,2020

505

Lactating Breasts, Mom's Relief

Sep 03,2020

506

Mom Needs a Favor

Sep 03,2020

507

Mom's Anal Servitude

Sep 03,2020

508

Mom's Cum Cocktail

Sep 03,2020

509

Mom's Incest Fantasy

Sep 03,2020

510

Mom's Nude Portraits

Sep 03,2020

511

Mom's Oral Servitude

Sep 03,2020

512

Mom's Pussy in the Shower

Sep 03,2020

513

Mother Tongue, Son's Helper

Sep 03,2020

514

Naked Wedding, Mom's Relief

Sep 03,2020

515

Naughty Selfies with Mom

Sep 03,2020

516

Naughty Selfies with Sister

Sep 03,2020

517

Object of Mom's Affection

Sep 03,2020

518

Older Sister's Sex Toys

Sep 03,2020

519

Oral Fixation with Mom

Sep 03,2020

520

Owning Mom's Wet Pussy

Sep 03,2020

521

Perfect Suburban Mother

Sep 03,2020

522

Plane Ride with Mom

Sep 03,2020

523

Political Ambitions, Mom's Deal

Sep 03,2020

524

Pressed Together with Mom

Sep 03,2020

525

Public Places with Mom

Sep 03,2020

526

Pussy Presentation by Mom

Sep 03,2020

527

Qualifications with Mom

Sep 03,2020

528

Quarantined with Mom

Sep 03,2020

529

Sex Education with Mom

Sep 03,2020

530

Spying on My Mother

Sep 03,2020

531

Squirting for Her Son

Sep 03,2020

532

Summer Lessons with Mom

Sep 03,2020

533

Sunbathing Naked, Mom's Breasts

Sep 03,2020

534

Swimming Naked with Mom

Sep 03,2020

535

Switching Places with Mom

Sep 03,2020

536

Taking Mom to the Movies

Sep 03,2020

537

Tiny Spaces with Mom

Sep 03,2020

538

Tiny Spaces with Sister

Sep 03,2020

539

Train Ride with Mom

Sep 03,2020

540

When Mom Eats Pussy

Sep 03,2020

541

While Mom's the Teacher

Sep 03,2020

542

With Help, Mom Came

Sep 03,2020

543

Woman's Atonement, Mom's Body

Sep 03,2020

544

Unexpected Turn Of Events

Sep 03,2020

545

Accidental PMV with Son

Sep 03,2020

546

Drive-in Mom

Sep 03,2020

547

Drive-in Mom Ch. 02

Sep 03,2020

548

Easter with Mom

Sep 03,2020

549

Heaven

Sep 03,2020

550

Dad's Big Mistake

Sep 03,2020

551

Dad's Big Mistake 2

Sep 03,2020

552

A Cousin's Reunion

Sep 03,2020

553

A Cousin's Reunion 2

Sep 03,2020

554

A Cousin's Reunion

Sep 03,2020

555

A Cousin's Reunion Pt. 02

Sep 03,2020

556

A Cousin's Reunion Pt. 3

Sep 03,2020

557

A Cousin's Reunion Pt.4

Sep 03,2020

558

A Cousin's Reunion Pt.5

Sep 03,2020

559

A Cousin's Reunion Pt.6

Sep 03,2020

560

"Family Play": Brother's Lucky Day

Sep 03,2020

561

"Family Play": Brother's Lucky Day c

Sep 03,2020

562

All I Need Pt. 01

Sep 03,2020

563

All I Need Pt. 02

Sep 03,2020

564

All I Need Pt. 03

Sep 03,2020

565

All I Need Pt. 04

Sep 03,2020

566

All I Need Pt. 05

Sep 03,2020

567

All I Need Pt. 05 p2

Sep 03,2020

568

All I Need Pt. 05 last

Sep 03,2020

569

Under My Skin Pt. 01

Sep 03,2020

570

Under My Skin Pt. 02

Sep 03,2020

571

David Comes Home

Sep 03,2020

572

Sisters Senior Prom

Sep 03,2020

573

Kevin's Bedrest

Sep 03,2020

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Hot Incest

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Ice Cream and Mom - Different Sex Story - Chapter 113 by CopyKatto full book limited free

103 Caught Perving at Aunt Cathy

geronimo_appleby

Just a quickie I put together. Scott's Aunt Cathy sees him spying. She moves in to punish her nephew but gets too hot for the job.

Hope it titillates a few readers.

Thanks for reading.

GA -- Cambridgeshire, UK -- 28th of October 2018

She just walked in and told me straight.

Shocked, all I could do was stare, the weight of my hanging jaw a vague impression.

"Dirty beast," she said, glaring.

Her fists were on her hips. Fire flashed from her eyes.

I thought she was magnificent.

I knew what she was talking about, but it played dumb.

This was trouble. I'd over-stepped the mark by several long strides.

I blurted out, "What? What are you talking about?"

My face gave me away. I couldn't control the heat rising in my cheeks and I knew I was burning red.

"Don't play that game, nasty little shit. Don't you dare make out like you don't know."

She fumed as I looked at her, a leaden sinker of dread plummeting into the pit of my stomach.

Crossing her arms beneath the swell of her breasts, my Aunt Cathy sneered and said, "So, come on, show me."

I boggled, confused.

My attention was set on the swell of her tits where her folded arms spilled the flesh over the cups of her bra.

Aunt Cathy blew out air, cheeks ballooning in exasperation.

"You played with it when you were spying, Scott," she said, sharp and angry. My aunt unfolded her arms and jabbed a forefinger at me. "It was obvious. Don't try to kid on you weren't. I'm old and wise enough to know when a bloke's tugging his dick."

The vehemence in her verbal assault was stunning.

Then my aunt shocked me by adding, "So do it now. I'm right in front of you. You want to tug your pathetic little winkie over me? Here's your chance. This is it. I'm right here, right now." My aunt stepped back and showed of her curves, motioning along her flanks with the tips of her fingers.

Despite the alluring sight of her full figure panic surged. "No, Aunt Cathy," I gasped. "It isn't ... I wasn't--"

She cut me off with a laugh, clapping her hands together in a gesture of high-old amusement.

"Bollocks," she said, shaking her head. "You were there. At the bloody door. Watching..."

My aunt leaned in low, breasts swaying as she moved. With her face inches from mine, she held my stare while pointing behind her towards the bedroom door.

To the scene of the crime along the hall.

It had been too much to resist: my lovely aunt, full and ripe and mature just out of the bath, the bathroom door ajar. I couldn't help myself. Drawn by the promise of her voluptuous curves, I lurked and watched and stroked my cock, the caresses turning into fell-fledged wanking while I thought about what I would do if I had a chance at her body.

Legs, waist, and buttocks exposed, my aunt towelled dry before stepping into her knickers. She wore her ash-blonde hair loosely pinned up, skin glowing from the heat of the bath as she reached for her bra, fixing the thing to cover her boobs before she turned. I had no real idea of what she was like between her legs but pictured a landing-strip style, my hand really working my dick as the fantasy gripped.

But, then, lost in the sub-space of sexual arousal, as I yanked my dick, head full of my aunt, I fucked my fist for a moment too long. Aunt Cathy turned, her eyes drawn to the movement.

I was heading towards my room before she could speak, but I knew it was hopeless.

"You were spying. You're a dirty little sneak -- I fucking saw you, Scott."

My aunt sighed and, after a couple more seconds of glaring at me, rose upright.

Her arms folded under her impressive frontage again, the movement drawing my eyes.

"Tits," Aunt Cathy spat. "Is that it? You perved at your aunty because of the tits?"

I gulped, cornered and anxious. "Yuh-you won't tell, will you?"

My aunt sneered, eyes going wide. "Oh," she said, mockery heavy in her tone, "worried I might tell, are you?"

"I'm sorry," I blurted.

"No ... Oh no, Scott. You don't get away with it by saying you're sorry." Aunt Cathy raised a forefinger and waved it at me. "No, what you're going to do is show me exactly what you were doing. It was okay to do it without me knowing? It's okay to do it with me standing here."

Mortification turned me cold and then hot. My cheeks burned hotter while paradoxically cold sweat trickled along my spine.

Appalled at the suggestion, I babbled, "What? God, no, Aunt Cathy!"

My aunt was emphatic, wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Oh, you're going to do it, Scott. Nasty pig. You think it's all right to tug your tiny cock and look at me? Jesus, I'm your mum's sister! I'm your fucking aunty. I've known you since you were an hour old. You should have more fucking respect!"

She was superb. Full of fire, angry and wild, the upper slopes of her breasts, her chest, and her throat suffused pink in her ire. I'd never seen her furious before, the full force of her anger made plain by her use of bad language.

My Aunt Cathy wasn't one to swear, so to hear her using those words impacted on me.

Aunt Cathy jabbed a red-painted talon towards my face. "So," she spat, "you're going to learn a lesson, Scott. I'm telling you to do it with me watching."

My upbringing conditioned me to obey authority figures.

My Aunt Cathy counted.

That her instructions were outrageous didn't matter at the time. I could have refused, but my mind didn't work that way. I reasoned, in my panicky state, that I could be in trouble if she decided to tell. The humiliation would be huge. My mother would know. It would spread to the wider family, too. Not only that, but the way my aunt stood and glowered, proud and stern, had an effect. I didn't think there would be any physical violence on her part, but her demeanour was very intimidating.

She was fierce and wasn't taking any shit.

"But I can't," I gasped as my dick shrank.

"You fucking-well will," My aunt shot back.

I was on my bed while she stood at the side, fists on her hips, frontage square-on to face me.

I glanced at the door, wondering if I could get past her.

Like she could read my mind, my aunt smirked and said, "You could run away, Scott; but I'll tell my sister what a filthy toe-rag you are. You want me to do that?"

Aunt Cathy raised a single eyebrow to emphasise the question.

Then she added an emphatic, "Well, do you?"

"Oh, no," I groaned, "please don't tell my mum."

At that the intractable bitch smiled and nodded. She pointed to my cock and said, "I won't. Not if you get it out and play with yourself."

I tried begging.

Which only made her laugh.

"You picked on the wrong woman, Scott," Aunt Cathy said. She pouted, looking at me with fake-pity in her expression. "Poor you. Aren't you a silly little perv? Didn't think Aunt Cathy would catch you? Didn't think she might be a total bitch? Hasn't it ever crossed your mind why I don't have a constant man in my life, Scott?"

I blinked at the fierceness in her tone.

"I ... I don't know, Aunt Cathy," I warbled.

My aunt laughed. It was a full-on guffaw, head thrown back, tits shivering before she actually bent at the waist and slapped a hand against her own thigh.

Abruptly venomous after the slapstick amusement my aunt's face went tight and she leaned in low once more.

"It's because I don't take their shit. Because I'm in charge. Men do as I say, or they don't get to touch me."

My aunt, unrecognisable as the woman I'd known all my life, grinned at me.

"So, because I'm in charge, Scott, what you're going to do is fish that little sprat out and start playing with it."

I did it because I she was fierce.

I did it because I didn't want her to tell my mother.

I did it because it just didn't occur to me to refuse. She was the authority figure.

My face was on fire when I unzipped and scooped the shrivelled giblet out with trembling fingers.

Aunt Cathy was scathing. She smirked and said, "God, is that it? Not very impressive is it, Scott? Tell me, have you ever pleased a girl with that little thing?"

It was torture to hear her say it. Humiliated, I lay there and looked at the wall. I couldn't stand to see her expression, the amusement behind her eyes.

"Well, go on, make it hard," Aunt Cathy added. "Play with it, Scott. Show me the dirty thing you were doing when you were perving."

While my face continued to burn, I fondled my dick, thankful and relieved that it sparked into life when I touched it.

"Look at that," Aunt Cathy hooted. "It's such a pathetic thing. Give it a tug."

After a few seconds my dick was fully erect, swollen and throbbing, desire hot inside me despite the scene I found myself in. Lust boiled and gave me the confidence to really work at my cock. I didn't think it exactly, but what went through my head was something like, I'll show you, bitch...

It was silent between us for a minute or so. The only sounds were the creak of the bed and the wet, slippery fap of my fist sliding over the shaft, pre-cum greasing the action.

Nasty fucking perv," murmured my aunt.

"This is what you do to me," I groaned in response, emboldened with lust.

You're disgusting," she snapped.

"But I think you're lovely," I moaned, wild for my aunt.

"You just like big tits," Aunt Cathy responded. "I've noticed you looking before."

When she mentioned her boobs, my focus fell to those tremendous orbs encased in the bra.

"Dirty pig," Aunt Cathy said. ""You're staring at them now. That's just dirty, Scott. You're a filthy animal."

Then, after a withering look of disdain, my aunt reached round to the clasp at her back. "Okay," she added, "you want to see them? Will that make you happy? There, get a good look. Those are tits a pathetic little shit like you won't ever get to play with."

I boggled in gape-mouthed shock when she took off her bra to reveal her breasts.

"Nasty little fucker," Aunt Cathy murmured as she cupped her boobs in her palms. "Looking at your aunt. Wanking. It's just disgusting, Scott. I suppose you want to see me out of these knickers, too."

Desire surged when I realised she was going to do it. I wanked at my dick, mindless to the climax simmering down in my root.

"A rude boy like you will want to see my quim."

She had her thumbs hooked into her knickers, eyes set on my face.

"Your auntie's pussy, Aunt Cathy breathed."

I gulped, staring as the sensations whirled in my guts.

"Dirty, nasty, filthy little pervert," Aunt Cathy continued, smirking at me. "You should be ashamed."

She said it and then unveiled her vulva in a quick, deliberate action, sliding her briefs over her thighs and down to her shins. When she was naked, my aunt took a dainty step out of her knickers, posing unashamed, fists on her hips.

With my aunt's frontage presented, I gawked at her body, delight ballooning inside me as my eyes soaked up the detail of her hairless mound and the thick meaty inner lips peeping from her intimate folds

"Yeah, I can see you like it. Getting a thrill from seeing me bare? God, you're such a pervy pig, Scott. I really should tell your mother what you've been doing."

She thrust out her pelvis in a provocative action.

"Get a good look. This is all you're ever going to get. I'll give you a few minutes to wank it out. You can look at me, Scott. But when it's over I'm getting dressed and we'll never talk about this again."

"Aunt Cathy," I said, gasping it out in excitement. "I want to fuck you," I moaned.

My aunt's eyes went wide before she leaned in. Her boobs swung and swayed and almost caused the rush of delight to flick from my cock.

"Filthy fucker," Aunt Cathy breathed. "How fucking dare you."

Out of control, I reached up and grabbed at her breast.

My aunt squawked and stood upright, slapping my hand as she cried out "No touching!"

I tugged at my cock, wild with desire. "Please," I sobbed, reaching again.

My aunt slapped at my hand. "No. I told you, you can look, but I won't let you touch. Only my special boys get to touch me."

I gawked at her. "Special boys?"

My aunt rose upright. She smirked, taunting me by squeezing a breast.

"It takes time and effort to get with me," Aunt Cathy said. "I've got a few boys I keep hanging around for fun. Most of them don't get to touch me at all. Some I'll let fuck me."

"Oh, please let me, Aunt Cathy," I moaned, desperate to feel her.

"It's doubly worse for you, Scott," Aunty Cathy said with a shake of her head. She pouted, like she was sorry. "I can't let you touch me because you're my nephew. That would be so very wrong. Be grateful I let you see me in the nuddy. You know I shouldn't, don't you, Scott? I mean, I'm your aunty. It's naughty doing this as it is. I'm only letting you see me bare because I like to tease. You've been so wicked, I need to teach you a lesson. So you can look and wank. Get a good eye full, Scott. It must be torture knowing you'll never get to feel my skin."

My aunt stroked the undercurve of her breast, closing her eyes as she sighed.

"Such a shame," she continued, smirking at me. "Soft, smooth skin. Poor Scotty."

Aunt Cathy turned to show off her rump.

"My bottom," she said through a sigh. "Nice and round, isn't it, Scott? A lovely big arse. All my boys like my backside."

Then, in a shocking display which made me suck in a lung full of air, my aunt levered forward and angled her hips while splaying her buttocks.

"Can you see my sweet arsehole, Scott?"

I gazed at the smudge of Aunt Cathy's sphincter, her cunt gaping pink and glistening, labia heavy as they parted with sticky reluctance.

"I let my boys lick me right here," Aunt Cathy murmured. She dabbed the tip of a finger against her rectum, then stirred her sex with two fingers going inside. "I love to feel a hot, wet tongue probing into me back there. It's so fucking nasty," added my aunt as she turned to face me. "Don't you think, Scott? Isn't it a bad thing to do? Lick a lady's bottom. Would you like to do it?"

"Oh, Aunt Cathy, could I?"

My aunt eyed me with an odd look on her face.

"Taste it off my fingers, Scott," she said on a sigh. "Right there, that's my twat."

She stuck her fingers between my lips. I could smell her aroma, musky and dark as I sucked at the digits.

"Well, just this once," Aunt Cathy said, "you can lick my arse. Stop wanking and get your face back there."

My aunt knelt on my bed and went onto all fours, buttocks upthrust when she went down onto her elbows.

"Spread me open and lick it," she breathed.

My dick waggled when I moved in behind my aunt. I cranked it for several quick strokes before letting go and spreading Aunt Cathy's buttocks.

"This is the only time you'll touch me," whispered my aunt. She looked back at me, creased at the waist, large breasts hanging and presented in three-quarter profile. My aunt was smirking, one eyebrow arched in a classic expression of wry amusement. "So, go on," my aunt continued. "Get to work. Lick my dirty-hole like the dirty boy you are."

She chuckled and sighed when I dabbed at her sphincter.

"Don't tickle me," mumbled my aunt. "Really get it in there. Dig in deep. Lick my bottom."

Wild with lust, I probed as deep as I could go, holding those buttocks wide so I could squirm into her rectum.

She tasted spicy back there.

My aunt made all kinds of appreciative sounds, gurgling and moaning as she wriggled and shoved herself back onto my face and, taking a chance, mindless to the consequences, I moved away from her sphincter and took a lick at her pussy.

My aunt gasped and then groaned, swivelling around to reach out one arm. She placed a hand against the side of my face while mumbling, "You shouldn't be licking me there ... But just for a second. Just this once..."

Not quite believing I was getting away with it, I sucked at her clit, daring to slide a finger into the heat.

"Dirty fucker," Aunt Cathy muttered.

But she didn't stop me when I slid a second digit in alongside the first.

Bold, I went back to worshipping her dark smudge while I fucked her pussy with two stiff fingers.

Then, when I inserted a third finger, my aunt snarled out she wanted to taste her quim off my tongue.

A moment later, without me knowing just how we'd ended up with me on my back and my aunt's breasts compressed between us, we were kissing, her hand jacking my length.

"Come," Aunt Cathy insisted, her eyes on my dick. "Show me the hot stuff. Come for me, Scott."

My aunt sucked her essence from my tongue, her hand working my length and, after a few seconds of groaning into my mouth, she set her attention on her fist, urging me to come with an excited squeak in her voice.

I looked at the incredible sight: my naked Aunt Cathy, the sweep and curve of her hip and buttocks, her face in profile while she gazed at my root, fingers squeezing my girth.

It was a sublime sensation, those fingers massaging my dick, my head full of wonder and awe.

How had it happened?

How did I come to be on my bed with my aunt undressed?

"Maybe I'll suck you," I heard my aunt mutter.

When I looked directly at her face I saw she was staring at me.

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Scott? Me sucking your cock..."

She grinned after she said it, teasing by ducking in low, tongue flicking out. But, before my aunt's tongue touched my dick, she pulled her head back, her lower lip between her teeth, expression all about mischief.

"Thought I was going to do it, eh?"

Aunt Cathy dropped my erection and waggled a forefinger at me.

"I'm not going to do that, Scott. I'm not going to suck your cock. You're my nephew. It'd be a slutty thing to do. I mean," my aunt went on, wide-eyed in her pretence at innocence, "sucking my nephew's cock! God, that's just to fucking filthy to even think about."

Then, not a second after she'd said it, my aunt's lips pursed around the big swollen dome.

I grunted some nonsense response, stunned to see Aunt Cathy's cheeks concave when she sucked at the cock-head. As she sucked she kept on working my dick down close to my balls, the rush of heat sending tingles through my core.

She glugged when the first burst of cum sprayed into her mouth.

Another splash of semen flicked across my aunt's cheek when she came up off my dick. She gasped and yelped, "Oh, FUCK!" spunk jetting forth in a further three bursts, this time jetting over her breasts and the bed.

"Dirty, nasty, filthy fucker," Aunt Cathy said, still wanking my dick. "Look at the fucking mess," she went on, surveying the gloop on her boobs. "You came in my mouth, too. God ... you're such a disgusting pervert!"

Again, belying the words with her actions, my aunt moved up onto her knees. She quickly straddled my thighs, hand holding my cock upright while she splayed her folds with her spare hand.

"Spunk everywhere," Aunt Cathy gasped.

She was complaining and calling me names when she presented her body to the head of my cock, my length slipping inside her when she abruptly sank down to swallow me whole.

"Is this what you wanted?"

I was too shocked to answer.

My aunt started to ride.

She bounced, big tits swinging and jiggling as she looked down at me.

"I don't believe you're inside me," Aunt Cathy said, eyes on my face. "What are you doing? You shouldn't be fucking your aunt!"

She said it and kept on slap-slap-thwacking her buttocks against my thighs. My Aunt Cathy made out like it was me in the wrong. Like I was doing it to her.

While she moved, fingers splayed over my chest, her weight on straight arms, my aunt kept up a lewd monologue cataloguing my apparent tendencies towards perversion. According to her, I was a, "Dirty, disgusting boy. The nastiest I've ever encountered. Fucking your own mother's sister. It's warped and perverted. Nasty and wrong. I hope you're ashamed."

Then my aunt worked up through the gears, smearing cum into her breasts while I held her waist and fucked up into her pussy.

Just as I thought she'd hit the peak of profanity my aunt came out with another shocker.

"Bareback," she gasped, face slack as she looked into my eyes. "You're inside me without a condom, Scott..."

Her head lolled forward as she let out a moan. My aunt mauled her breasts, one hand squeezing those tits while she rubbed at her sex. She gasped and grunted, hips moving fast, her need sounding desperate and urgent while her molten core squelched over my dick.

Despite having only just come but because of the excitement my cock stayed firm, apparently a small, maggoty thing if I listened to my aunt, her groans and squealing telling me my dick wasn't such a pathetic worm as she made out.

"...I'm not on the pill," Aunt Cathy said when her sobbing crisis had passed. "You might make me pregnant. You might put a baby inside me."

That was the trigger.

My aunt hit the wall after sobbing about her nephew getting her pregnant. She snorted and moaned and said something about how she'd be big with the baby inside her before then curling in to wedge her tongue into my mouth.

I grabbed at Aunt Cathy's buttocks while she trembled and ground down over my cock. My hands were full of her body, palms moving over her skin, her spongy-soft boobs between my fingers when she levered upright and tilted her face to the ceiling.

I squeezed tit-flesh as Aunt Cathy babbled lewd nonsense, her climax ripping through her until, sucking in air and wide-eyed in her confusion, my aunt's orgasm started to cool.

After that it happened slowly. Aunt Cathy spasmed and groaned, sucking in air as her hips ceased their frantic to-and-fro movement. Then she let out a sigh, leaning in so her boobs were against my chest, her head on my shoulder.

Keeping my cock inside her, Aunt Cathy laid out full-length, her frontage pressing against me.

"God, I don't believe I went that far," she breathed, my dick slipping free.

In contrast to how she'd been at the outset, my aunt rested on her elbows and confronted me with a serious stare.

She asked, "You won't tell, will you, Scott?"

I caught the anxiety in her tone and expression.

"Well, I won't tell my cousins" I said, seizing the moment. "But you're gonna have to give it up again, Aunt Cathy. This isn't a one-off thing."

My aunt stared for several long seconds. Then she heaved up and sat upright, her pussy slick on my skin where my leg went between her thighs.

"Dirty, nasty, filthy little fucker," my Aunt Cathy drawled, a smirk on her lips.

"Yeah," I said, through a grin of my own. "But you're gonna let me fuck your big loose pussy again."

I saw her eyes go wide. "Big loose pussy?"

"You're old," I said. "You've had three kids. And after what you told me -- all your special boys and that -- it's gonna be a bit floppy, isn't it."

"You cheeky little bugger," Aunt Cathy gasped.

"I don't really mean it, Aunt Cathy," I said. "I ... I think you're lovely. I mean, after that ... Shit ... I can't believe we actually--"

"Yes, well, we did. And I'm going now, Scott. We'll talk about this when we get the chance. Your mum will be home soon. My kids..."

"But we'll do it again?"

My aunt moved off me, my eyes moving over her body.

With some of her confidence and composure returning, my aunt posed, a fist on one cocked hip as she grinned at me.

"What? You mean you think I'd let you come near me again? With that tiny little cock?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling at her.

My aunt flicked a nervous glance towards the door. She looked at me, bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

"We'll talk," she said, bending to gather her clothes.

Aunt Cathy pulled on her knickers.

"But I'd like to," she said.

"Am I one of your special boys?"

Aunt Cathy smiled and then came to the bed.

She pushed the hair away from my forehead, expression tender as she moved in to kiss my mouth.

"For sticking your tongue in my arse? Of course you are, Scott."

My aunt kissed me again, my hands going to the weight of her tits.

When it was over, Aunt Cathy purred, "You're THE special boy, Scott. I don't have any others. It's just you."

Aunt Cathy shrugged, expression all about her vulnerability.

"I love you," I said, chest full of emotion.

Then she was gone, leaving me staring at the door and a future full of possibility..

104 Come and Sleep in Mummy's Bed

geronimo_appleby

I hope this story works for you. I've looked at it and looked at it until my eyes have crossed, yet there, still, may be errors. If there are, forgive me, please.

Feedback is appreciated. Feedback of the constructive kind, please. What did you like? What didn't you like? What can I do in future to improve the experience for you?

GA - Managua, Nicaragua. 1 March 2012.

It had to stop; what she was doing; it wasn't right. In fact, Ingrid told herself, her mind working while her body automatically pulled wet laundry from the machine. What she was doing – had been doing consistently for a month – was just plain wrong. Worse than that, it was perverted.

Why then couldn't she stop?

Because it felt good, gave her a thrill, aroused her. He gave her the attention she needed.

But, the internal berating continued. What she'd been doing was bad, so, so bad, and which is why it had to end ... Soon ... Today.

Outside, under a high, blue sky, while sunshine blinked diamonds through the leaves of the old oak, Ingrid, oblivious to the blare of the season, her mind still absent, pegged the damp, freshly laundered clothes to the line. A waft of warm air lifted the canopy of her button-down summer dress in a sensuous caress, soft and gentle like a lover's breath. Ingrid longed for a lover to kiss her ... down there, to lavish her vulva with lascivious, licking attention. Aaron couldn't be that lover; he mustn't be that lover.

How had it begun, the flirting? Could it even be called flirting? – She didn't think there was a name for what she did ... the things she did to her son; the teasing and exhibiting herself; the flaunting. Mind wandering as she pegged Ingrid reflected upon just when it had begun. She'd dimly become aware of Aaron's interest – his unusual interest – in his mother a few weeks earlier. There had been no defining moment for hert; no time or event where she could say: Yes, that was when it started.

What had happened was more a dawning of realisation, a conjoined series of experiences which she became aware of over time. There had been the odd looks from the boy, more a young man now actually, but Ingrid still thought of Aaron as her boy, and she'd noticed how, when he thought she wasn't looking, he'd stare at her with a ... hungry? ... almost predatory expression – A disconcerting lupine gaze. Those lingering, flat-eyed, calculating looks had twisted Ingrid's guts in a faintly familiar way, a way she dimly recognised but couldn't quite place, like meeting a childhood friend whose name lay on the tip of the tongue, a haze of memory that refused to coalesce. He'd grown more tactile of late as well. There were the touches, like butterfly wings, on her arm as he spoke of his day at work or told a joke; where he reached out and lay a hand across her wrist or forearm, the pressure of his fingers remaining for several seconds longer than necessary to prove a point; his knuckles accidentally brushing against her breast.

And then there'd been the kiss that golden morning on the cusp of the summer solstice a few weekends since. Standing at the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil, towelling robe belted loosely, and he'd come up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned into her, his body curving against hers, and kissed the back of her neck. That feeling, the tickle and slither in the pit of her stomach ...

She recognised the feeling then. Desire. That was a defining moment for Ingrid, when it became sexual for her, but she couldn't pin down the time it had begun for Aaron, and why he looked at her way he did.

On that Sunday morning, with her son's breath on the nape of her neck, the feather touch of his lips upon her skin, Ingrid's nipples had thickened and her sex had oiled, a gasp caught in her throat, her knuckles blanched, and her fingers gripped the counter-top. Aaron had released his mother just as the kettle shrilled.

'Morning, Mum,' he'd mumbled through a mouthful of cotton wool drowsiness.

Was it just imagination on her part though? Did she read it wrong? Ingrid couldn't be sure, and of course to ask him outright ... No that course of action just wasn't an option. The ignominy of her son's incredulous, disbelieving ... shocked face, the chagrin, eternal embarrassment of that between them if she was wrong, misguided in some horrible way. Unthinkable.

Appalled at her own immorality, wanting to stop even before she'd begun – and just as powerless to desist after she'd started – Ingrid began to tease her son. Just to test him. That was all. Just to see.

With the washing hung out, regimented according to size and colour – such was Ingrid's ordered personality despite her mind's preoccupation – she wandered through the kitchen towards the living room of the house. The room, dressed by Ikea, registered not at all upon Ingrid's consciousness; chairs and tables and bric-a-brac with names like Helvena and Ingstrod, acquired during the Great Transition made no impression, failed to dent the armour of the woman's musing.

'That's it,' she muttered. 'No more. It's done ... Finished.' Settling into an armchair, resolute, Ingrid stretched her legs, critically appraising the light, golden hue of her tan before running her fingers through honey-blonde hair. Vanity had seeped into her character since Jack had gone; the errant husband's desertion turning Ingrid into a cliché: The gym, the boob job, the dieting. She shook her head while reaching for her cigarettes, a singular vice left over from her previous life. Lighting one and blowing a stream of blue smoke towards the ceiling, Ingrid continued her litany. 'I'm a mature, independent, modern woman,' she affirmed out loud. 'I have a successful business, I'm attractive ... Sexy, even.' So why can't I get a man? Although, she thought, face souring at bitter memories, getting a man wasn't the problem, she had no trouble attracting them, the issue seemed to be finding the right man. Her son, she concluded, most definitely wasn't the right man. 'No more nonsense,' she decided, emphatic.

So why did desire slither in her guts – deep in that indefinable, visceral place?

She thought of him, remembered what she'd seen, and tendrils of lust fingered lightly at her sex. It had been this way since the evening she'd watched him, clandestine, with a voyeuristic thrill hot in her belly. Spying on her son, in secret, one night on the landing, her face pressed to the door jamb, the urge to masturbate became an almost constant companion. She hadn't meant to spy after coming across Aaron's partially open door, which he'd formerly kept resolutely closed to debar maternal snooping, but something made her stop. She'd sensed a change in the atmosphere, almost as if the house whispered a secret, and she'd crept stealthily along the landing, closer to her son's room.

And there he'd been ...

Ingrid moaned as her insides clenched and warmth infused her sex. Unable to resist the overwhelming urge to touch herself, she crushed the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and unbuttoned her light, cotton dress. Sprawling in the single seat, buttocks precipitous at the cushion edge, she opened her legs to accommodate her probing digits.

'Oh fuck, no,' she whispered to the Swedish decor. 'I'm going to go to hell for this ...' Ingrid moaned a low, desperate growl when her hand slid beneath the elastic of her underwear and her fingers found the gooey folds. 'That's nice,' she purred, eyes closing as she fingered her clitoris. 'So bloody nice ...' Grunting at the sparking from that slippery, sensitive nub, electric pulses that tingled and buzzed, Ingrid gritted her teeth while her face set in a grimace of lewd concentration. 'Come on, baby,' she coaxed, slipping into the thrilling, illicit fantasy, 'show Mummy the hot stuff. Show Mummy what a big boy you are now ...'

In her mind, the dreamplace of half recall and half fantasy, Ingrid saw him as he'd been, with the door to his bedroom ajar while he, naked and hugely erect, tugged in frantic urgency. Ingrid remembered the cold wave of shock, her disbelieving eyes bulging and her jaw slack when she'd first realised what her son was doing.

'Make it spit for me,' she urged the recumbent figure in her head. 'Come on, pull it and squirt that hot baby-juice for Mummy.'

The woman's fingers moved quickly. She hissed, frustrated at the restriction of her panties against her hand. A sharp, rasping rend ended that issue and the gusset flapped loose. Ingrid's labia gaped, swollen with desire. She moaned, widening her thighs as she scrunched lower in the chair, fingers squelching into her opening.

The fantasy son turned his face to look at her as she stood framed in the open doorway. She saw his face, shocked at first, crease into a smile. 'You,' he said. 'You've come to me.'

With the hem of her skirt hiked around her hips as she fingered her sex, her dream-self spoke: 'Yes, baby, I've come to you. I've been watching you.' Ingrid thrust her hips forward and held herself open to his gaze. The thrill of his eyes staring at that place ...

The woman groaned when Aaron lifted his erection from where it had dropped against his flat stomach. His languid stroking of its length and the hot stare held her enraptured. 'Do you want Mummy to suck it?' she asked, moving into the room, skirt still held high so the boy could see her juice-smeared mons. She murmured: 'Let me suck you, you can come in my mouth; on my tits; in my hair, or ...' she paused, adding lewdly, 'you could squirt into my cunt ...'

In reality, in the living room, Ingrid squirmed against the seat. Her hips jerked, thighs shivering as the glorious wave crashed and foamed. Out loud, she blurted, 'I'm coming. Oh yes, I'm coming. Fucking coming ...'

Braless in deference to the warmth of the day, her free hand mauled at her breasts – the superb example of an expensive surgeon's craft. Ingrid squeezed and massaged her tits, mewling and groaning and spitting obscenities in the soundtrack to her climax.

Her orgasm cooled, her cunt ceased its convulsive clenching around her fingers, which were smeared to the knuckles as she lay in a splay-legged sprawl; an ungainly, bedraggled heap, vulva smeared with goo, fighting for breath.

Ingrid opened her eyes.

And found she was no longer alone.

Aaron knew exactly when it started. For him the moment came when his mother, one Thursday night, following yet another debacle of a date, arrived home, upset and close to tears.

The door had slammed shut, disturbing the youth from his video game. 'You're back early,' he'd called from his room. Perturbed by the lack of response, unusual for his mother not to reply, Aaron left the game and went downstairs. He found Ingrid in the kitchen, a glass and an open bottle of vodka on the counter while she drew vehemently on a cigarette. His mother's distraught expression and the generous measure of clear liquid in the glass worried Aaron. He felt a flicker of alarm. 'What's up, Mum? he asked, eyeing the bottle.

'Nothing, baby,' Ingrid replied, trying a brave smile for size and finding it too large. Her lower lip trembled. She took a deep drag on the cigarette, immediately followed by a three quick swallows of the liquor. As if surprised by the tumbler's sudden emptiness, Ingrid blinked several times, staring at the glass stupidly.

'Something's up, Mum,' Aaron persisted. 'Otherwise you wouldn't be drinking that stuff as quick as you are.' Ingrid tilted the bottle towards the glass. Vodka glugged to the half-way point. 'Has someone upset you? What is it? Tell me, Mum ...'

'It's nothing, Aaron, really. I'm just being a silly old woman. Leave me alone; I'll be OK in the morning.' The smile, more a rictal grimace, stretched her face before dying quickly.

In the past Aaron had shown little in the way of filial piety, his mother, even after his father's departure, had always seemed strong, assured and in control. He'd observed the usual duties, her birthday, Christmas, that kind of thing. To Aaron she was just ... well ... his mother. He loved her, sure, but she'd never given any hint, any reason to doubt her ability to cope. He'd rolled his eyes at the gym obsession, the dieting and the constant experimenting with her hair during the Great Transition phase of her life, post-husband. He'd been mortified at the boob job however – his friends and colleagues had been very vocal on that subject. But now this, this was something new.

'Seriously, Mum, tell me. What's wrong? This isn't like you. It isn't like you at all.'

'Oh, Aaron,' Ingrid sighed. 'Why can't I just find a man?'

Aaron scraped a high-legged stool from in front of the breakfast bar. He hefted himself into it and yanked another seat out for his mother. 'Sit down, Mum,' he instructed. Ingrid, after a moment's deliberation, lifted herself onto the chair. Her skirt rode high on her thighs, attracting merely a glance from her son. They were his mother's legs and were of no interest to Aaron. Not yet anyway. 'You've got loads of men after you. You're always out on dates, socialising,' he continued.

'That's not what I mean, Aaron.' Ingrid extinguished the cigarette and immediately lit another, delicately placing the filter between her lips and firing up her lighter. Exhaling, she added, 'I go out, sure. I have a little fun, but nothing happens,' she appended hastily and tapped ash into the ash-tray. 'I might flirt a bit but I'm not ...' She shrugged. 'I'm not ... Well, you know.'

Aaron nodded. 'I didn't think you were, Mum.' Not that he'd given it much thought. Some things were just best off left alone. His mother's dates and what she did or didn't do were not his concern.

The glass met Ingrid's lips. A small sip this time, Aaron noted with relief.

'I know I look good.' The woman's eyes levelled with her son's. 'That isnt vanity, not at all. I know I'm looking good, especially for forty-three. Sure, there are younger girls out there that I couldn't compete with in the looks department, but that isn't what I mean, Son, what I mean is I can't find a man, the right man, not one who just wants—' Her head tilted to one side, she sucked at the cigarette and grimaced. '—you know what I'm talking about, you're twenty-one,' she said after blowing smoke at the ceiling. 'They just want me for ... for ...'

'Sex?' Aaron supplied.

Ingrid nodded, her hair waving softly as she did. 'I'd just like to find someone who'll show some respect, treat me right, maybe even love me eventually.' Her eyes rolled hugely in their orbits. 'But all I attract is ...'

'... Dickheads?' Aaron furnished.

Ingrid laughed, a loud Ha! that ended in a stifled snort. She grinned. 'Exactly. Dickheads.'

Then it happened, the epiphany, the defining moment for Aaron. Ingrid, holding the smouldering cigarette elegantly aloft, leaned her torso towards her son. As her body bridged the gap between them Aaron looked down into the tight groove of his mother's cleavage. Sensing Ingrid's intention – wanting a hug from her son; some reassurance and comfort – he slid off the stool to make the embrace less of a contortion. His mother lithely jumped down from her own perch and they stood face-to-face, her forehead level with his chin. Again his eyes flicked to the dizzying décolletage. Aaron recalled the shape of her legs as she'd slid onto the stool, and, for the first time really recognised his mother as a corporeal entity, a three-dimensional woman with thoughts, feelings and emotions.

Great tits and legs. Damn, he thought, Mum's pretty sexy ...

When his mother finally leaned in for his embrace, Aaron was surprised to feel, as his arms automatically encircled her, just how fine and delicate she was. His hands slid down the xylophone of her ribcage, coming to rest on her narrow, tapered waist just above the flare of her hips. Her breasts squashed into his chest and, for an instant, as the scent of her perfume, shampoo and tang of tobacco hit his senses, he experienced an almost overwhelming urge to nuzzle at his mother's neck. He imagined, for a fleeting moment, a heartbeat or two, perhaps three, kissing her on that place between neck and shoulder; thought, momentarily, about licking her throat, sliding his tongue over the jut of her chin, and kissing her mouth.

What would her tongue taste like as he pushed his own between her lips? Would she squirm against him – grinding her sex against the front of his jeans? Would she lift up that pink sweater to reveal those tits, hefting the heavy ripeness in her palms and smiling as she offered her teats to his mouth?

The carnal imagining lasted for just a moment, that's all it was, a brief flick of an eyelid, a scrap in time.

Confused by the strength of his emotions, and embarrassed at the sudden, savage erection, shockingly suffused with white hot desire, Aaron abruptly broke from the embrace.

'I ... Sorry, Mum,' he spluttered.

Ingrid's eyes were wide with surprise. 'What's wrong, baby?' she asked unaware, in a voice full of maternal concern.

'I have to pee,' Aaron flustered. It was the best he could manage at the time. 'Sorry ...'

He fled the room, leaving his mother to stare after him, bemused. He left her to her vodka, her cigarettes and her musing.

After the scene in the kitchen, Aaron found his thoughts crammed with his mother. He couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't help daydreaming about her body. He thought constantly about what she'd look like naked, how she'd taste when she kissed, and was her pubic bush left natural or was she clean and smooth down there? He made up excuses to be in the same room as her while she worked on clients' accounts in the evenings. The video games were forgotten, all Aaron wanted to do was watch his mother's face as she concentrated on the columns of figures, her spectacles perched endearingly on the end of her nose. Occasionally she'd look up from the papers, fixing him with her pale-blue gaze and smiling brightly. 'Make us a coffee, there's a love?' she'd ask, sparking up a cigarette and following him into the kitchen to where he'd hurried, like an eager puppy hoping to please her. Then came the darker times when he thought about her as he lay in bed. Then, as his fist inexorably gripped his erection, Aaron imagined all kinds of lewd and depraved scenes, scenes in which his mother stared up into his eyes as she knelt before him, her lips stretched tight around his girth, with him gushing hot semen into her throat. In those fantasies she invariably gagged and coughed and spat thick dribbles of gloop that cascaded over her chin to dangle in long, stretchy ropes. Strands that trembled and swung as she moved, and which, inevitably, spattered down onto the smooth skin of her breasts.

Then one day something shifted. His mother, the tightly wound accountant, changed. There was the afternoon, one Saturday, a scorching hot day, when his mother decided, of all things, to wear a hot-pink bikini bra and a pair of denim cut-offs that were so worn they were bone white, frayed at the edges, and brief enough to make the eponymous Daisy Duke blush.

'Hello, dear,' his mother had grinned when Aaron appeared at the doorway between kitchen and garden. 'Glad you're up. You could help me do some tidying in the garden.' Aaron gawped open-mouthed with surprise and arousal at the brevity of the shorts and how they moulded to his mother's backside. 'It's a lovely day outside,' his mother had trilled. 'It'd be a shame to waste it.

Her tits, he thought. Look at her tits. Fuck I'd just love to stick my cock between those big beauties and—'

'—Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to help?' Ingrid had called, interrupting Aaron's internal appreciation of her assets. She then turned and, with what could have been a deliberate provocation if Aaron didn't know better, bent and presented her derrière to her son's view.

Staring at the delectation between her legs, Aaron was sure he could see the cleft of her sex outlined by the near gossamer of the faded denim.

And so it went on. For a full two hours, while his mother, apparently innocently, went about her business attacking the flora, Aaron was tormented by frustration. It seemed that every time he looked up or returned from some errand, his mother, a single, mud-ingrained gardening glove covering one hand, secateurs at the ready in the other, and with, in an eccentric twist to her ensemble, a round-crowned, wide-brimmed straw hat on her head, was thrusting her perspiration-beaded breasts into his face. Or she'd be bent over, the cleft of her cunt chewing cloth. Aaron swore she wore no underwear beneath the shorts, while he stared, mesmerised at the long, lean muscles flexing in Ingrid's legs as she squatted and raised, squatted and raised, intent upon her garden.

The young man's frustration peaked in the kitchen when, after a long, cold glass of lager, in mid-afternoon, Ingrid leaned close and kissed his cheek. The kiss landed very close to the corner of his mouth. 'Thanks for the help,' Ingrid murmured, fixing her eyes on her son's.

He couldn't help but glance at her breasts as they bulged dangerously close to a wobbling over-spill in the near ineffectual bikini bra. 'That's OK, Mum,' he'd babbled, reddening as the clean, honest scent of her sweat-sheened body wafted upwards. How he managed to remain in control, didn't succumb to the fevered urge to kiss his mother, to tear that bra from her body and lick the sweat from her skin ... Ah, but if he could just pull down those shorts, push her onto her back, spread he legs wide, and lave her sex with his tongue ...

Aaron didn't see his mother's smirk when he fled the kitchen. Nor did he witness the scene in her bedroom, her on the bed, freshly showered and rubbing at her sex, squeezing the breasts he'd so wanted to suck.

'Oh, baby,' Ingrid murmured as she fingered herself to a climax, imagining herself naked, except for the hat, on hands and knees in the garden, with her son's cock stuffed inside her body as he fucked into her from behind. 'The sun on our bodies as we frolic naked in the garden, my darling,' she sighed to the empty space in her bedroom. 'Fill Mummy with your seed,' she whispered. 'Oh, fuck, I'm coming ...'

And the teasing and the flaunting went on.

Then came the night that Ingrid, quite by accident, an uncontrived situation, was passing her son's room. By his own design Aaron had left the door ajar in the hope that his mother would see. The crazy idea had been that his mother would see him masturbating, be overwhelmed with lust and desire, come into the room and ... Well, I'm sure you can guess what Aaron hoped for. And all he had to do, if only he'd known, was to turn and look towards the door.

Neither mother nor son had the gumption to make the first move. Ingrid had her suspicions, indeed she'd teased, flaunted and taunted the young man mercilessly, yet he made no overt move. Suspicions were all well and good, but the woman was loathe to act on mere speculation.

Aaron, despite his mother's exhibitionism and his own inflamed desires, also lacked the courage to escalate the situation. He too was unsure.

Then came the afternoon he left work early.

'Server's down, Mr Jackson, Aaron's boss had said. 'Might as well take an early bath, Aaron me boy. There wouldn't be much happening this arvo anyway. Go on, make the most of it while I'm in a good mood.'

Aaron had skipped out and driven home in the old Escort – his, bought and paid for. He habitually used the back door to the house, all the family did, well, just him and his mum now since his dad was gone. He'd closed the high, wooden-slatted gate behind him and noticed the washing hanging on the line – no sign of his mother, though. Dammit, he'd hoped she'd be in the garden sunbathing ... Maybe even naked. He could never tell with his mother these days. But Ingrid hadn't been there, much to his disappointment.

He'd walked through the open kitchen door ...

And seen her ...

... His mother, his beautiful mother, sprawled on the single-seater, her dress unbuttoned, her body visible. Nearly all of that gorgeous body. Aaron's heart began to race when the reality of what he was seeing hit him. He swallowed several times, eyes wide, his mouth an O of surprise.

From where he stood, scant feet from the unbelievable sight, Aaron heard his mother mutter: 'Do you want Mummy to suck it? Let me suck you, you can come in my mouth; on my tits; in my hair, or ... You could squirt into my cunt.'

That word! Oh my God!

And her tits, her body and what she was doing to herself. Aaron knew now the answer to his question about his mother's pubic bush. A precise triangle, geometric perfection, graced that place just above the cleft of her sex. The rest was clean and smooth. He saw his mother's labia, surprisingly meaty flaps that seemed to suck greedily at her fingers as she fingered herself. Her face was screwed into a grimace of intense concentration, a candid expression of undiluted, candid sexual abandon. A plumb-bob the density of a house brick dropped through Aaron's guts as his brain struggled to process the erotic image of his mother masturbating.

His mother tensed, her limbs twitching, and Aaron's attention was drawn to her trembling thighs and the convulsive jerking of her hips as she fucked onto her fingers. He saw one hand move to those breasts, watched her mauling and squeezing the big tits as she came noisily.

Aaron heard his mother gasp, 'I'm coming. Oh yes, I'm coming. Fucking coming ...'

A long pause followed. The young man became dimly aware of the tumescence wedged tight against the constriction of his underwear and work trousers. He rubbed his erection through the cloth, watching his mother as she panted and gasped, caught in the aftermath of her apocalyptic climax.

A momentary impulse came over him. He should leave, he thought. If his mother opened her eyes at that moment and saw him their relationship would never be the same again. There would always be this huge thing between them. Irreversible and eternal.

But she was just too beautiful. He had to stay, had to look at her and imprint every impression, each empirical sensation, in his mind. The image of her, dress loose, splay-limbed, and with her sex pouting sulkily between her legs and oozing its desire had to be scortched into his recall for future masturbatory pleasures.

Then Ingrid's eyes opened. Her blue stare, the same shade as the summer sky outside, that pale hue that made his mother's gaze so unique and, at that moment, so sexually electrifying, regarded him for a few heartbeats. Aaron saw her blink as she registered his presence. Ingrid's face clouded for a second and then her legs clamped tight against her wrist.

'Shit!' she exclaimed; understandable given the circumstances. 'What ..?' Ingrid clawed at the back of the chair, reaching behind to heft her body upright. Even as his mother struggled to stand and recover some modesty, Aaron noticed the way her breasts swayed heavily. His erection clamoured for release. 'Oh God,' Ingrid began to babble. 'This ... Oh ... Aaron ... Shit ...' Her hands, once she'd managed to stand, scrabbled for the flapping edges of her dress. 'Aaron, I'm—'

Her son cut the words short. '—You're beautiful, Mum,' he said, quietly.

'What?' Ingrid replied, her cheeks rosy with her post-orgasmic flush, purpled deeper with mortification.

'I said, you're beautiful, Mum,' Aaron repeated.

And for Ingrid, at that pivotal moment, it all fell into place. She had choices. She could bluster and bluff, make excuses and suffer the ignominy, or could take control and, carpe diem, influence the outcome, decide both their futures.

'Oh, Aaron,' she sighed, releasing the dress, allowing it to fall open and reveal a swathe of skin to her son's eyes. 'Do you think so, baby? Really?'

'How can I not,' the lad croaked. 'Look at you.' He nodded towards her. 'Just look at you,' he added, limply, his hand lifting, palm uppermost, gesturing.

'I've been teasing you, Aaron,' Ingrid confessed, 'ever since you kissed my neck, in the kitchen the other week. Remember?' Her son nodded. 'That time I wore those shorts and the bikini top, Aaron.' Ingrid took a step towards her son. 'It was for you. All for you. I was testing you.' Her arms flapped at her sides. Aaron saw the jiggle of her breasts and gasped. 'You seemed to have taken an ... unusual interest in me all of a sudden. Like you fancied me.' Ingrid laughed; a short bark, before her expression grew serious again. She fixed her eyes on her son. The youth shuffled his feet, his cock stiffening further as his mother's eyes slitted into a feline look of wanting. 'And I wanted you to fancy me, Aaron,' Ingrid whispered. She closed the distance between their bodies. Aaron gulped, longing to reach out and touch his mother's skin. He wanted desperately to feel her body, squeeze her breasts and slide a finger through the heavy lips of her vulva. But still he hesitated, even then unsure. 'Do you fancy me, my baby?' Ingrid's voice was a whisper. She was close enough to her son that he could smell her and feel the heat of her body radiating out to him.

'Yes,' Aaron croaked.

With a tut of annoyance, Ingrid yanked the ragged loincloth of her underwear down her legs. She kicked the scrap away and then reached for Aaron's hand before, still gazing into his eyes, she placed the flat of his palm against her stomach. 'Do you want to touch me?' the woman breathed. 'Do you want to kiss me?' She guided the boy's hand to her breast. 'Do you want to lick Mummy between her legs and then put that thing of yours into her?'

'Shit,' Aaron groaned. 'Mum ...'

'I watched you, you know, Aaron. Just like you caught me now. I caught you and watched you. Upstairs, when you were in your room ... Wanking.' Ingrid leaned closer to Aaron and, placing her lips against his cheek, kissed him. 'I wanted to go to you when I saw it, Aaron. I wanted to go to you and suck you until you came.' Ingrid took half a step backwards and overlay her son's hands with her own, urging the young man to massage her breasts. 'I wanted to suck my own son's cock.' Ingrid pushed Aaron's hands more firmly against her tit flesh, savouring the feel of his palms against her nipples. 'That's so wicked, isn't it, Aaron? Me wanting to do that to you. But I have a feeling you would have let me, my darling boy.'

'Yes, Mum,' Aaron moaned, his face slack as the reality of his mother's taut, heavy breasts registered under his fingers. 'Anything ...'

Ingrid unzipped her son's flies and unbuckled the belt holding his trousers up. 'You've grown into such a big boy,' she murmured, fingers curling around the girth of Aaron's erection and easing the thing out. 'Such a big, lovely boy.'

A whimper came from Aaron as his mother slowly eased her fist up and down the length of him. 'Mum ...' he managed before a long groan overtook his ability to speak.

'Kiss me, my darling boy,' Ingrid instructed softly.

The woman's stroking increased in tempo as her mouth opened and her tongue slid between her son's lips and past his teeth. She held the boy's cock in an underhand grasp as though holding a tennis racquet. Sensing his need, knowing he craved the sweet agony of ejaculation for it had gone on for too long, her taunting him in the past, it was only proper that she should help him come.

For Aaron the kiss was more exciting than seeing his mother climax. Her hand on his cock meant less than the kiss; to him the kiss embodied a true connection. Ingrid offered her son a lover's kiss, not the chaste peck on the cheek expected from a mother, but a true mixing of their emotions, a signal of her desire to take him into her body as his tongue rolled and parried with his mother's. He knew then that he would fuck her. It was inevitable. The moment he entered her, heard her sigh and murmur his name as they made love, proper love, for the first time ...

'Mum,' Aaron warned. 'Mum, I'm ...'

'Do it,' Ingrid urged, delight in her tone. 'For me, baby. Do it for me.'

The woman reversed her grip, all business focussed upon those inches of iron gristle in her fist. Aaron moaned, head lolling, hips jerking as he fucked into the woman's hand.

They kissed again, tongues swirling, breath mingling, and with Aaron grunting his intentions into his mother's open mouth. The boy gave one, long, final groan. Ingrid positioned herself in front of the boy, her mons close to the end of his cock, crying in triumph when the first squirt of jizm splattered against her body.

She gave another shout of delight. 'Oh, yes, my lovely boy,' she crowed. 'It's coming out of you so hard! Cover Mummy's tummy with it, baby. Come on, spray it over my cunt.'

The stuff kept pouring out of him. All the pent up frustration, weeks of it, finally unloaded onto his mother's skin and the fluff of her pubic thatch.

Ingrid pumped and pumped, even when the shower had slowed to an ooze she kept tugging at her son's root, coaxing all of the gloop from the slit in the head of the thing. His semen slid down her body, trickling over the mound of her pubis, hanging in a thick strand from her labia to plop onto the parquet woodwork of the living room floor. She smeared her son's seed into her skin, writhing and wriggling with renewed desire. She wanted to fuck, wanted to be fucked by her son, all of that long, thick cock splitting her open ...

'Let's go upstairs, baby,' Ingrid suggested. 'To my bedroom. I want you to come upstairs with me.'

She released Aaron's cock. The thing, jutting undiminished from the sprouting of the boy's pubic hair, an ardent finger eager for more, sprung upright. Ingrid turned, shrugging the redundant dress to the floor; she had no need of it now. The garment rippled like water as it slid over her body. With swaying hips, which hypnotised Aaron, Ingrid walked from the room towards the stairs. She paused with a hand on the banister and one foot on the lowest riser, to turn and look back seductively over her shoulder. 'Come with Mummy, darling,' she grinned, and then licked smears of semen from her hand.

Aaron, spurred by his mother's invitation and the promise of her derrière, hurried after her.

Ingrid lay on her bed and looked up at her son, who knelt between her open thighs with his cock in his hand and an earnest expression on his face. 'What's the matter, Aaron?' she asked.

'Is this right, Mum? What we're doing.'

'What do you think, baby? How does it make you feel? I've thought about it, the consequences, it hasn't just been about the fantasy for me. And,' Ingrid grinned, attempting to reassure her son, 'you started it.' She shifted on the bed, moving away from the boy. Sitting upright, with a pillow propped behind her, she reached a hand to Aaron in a come here gesture. He complied, laying with his head against the quilt cover, level with Ingrid's hip. Ingrid swivelled her body to face her son, thus bringing her sex, a calculated act on her part, inches from his face. 'Do you love me, Aaron?'

He nodded, replying with, 'Yes, Mum, of course I love you.'

'I don't mean like you've always loved me. I mean, do you love me, like you'd love a girlfriend? Do you want to be with me ... For us to be a couple?'

'I ... I'm not sure. I mean I've thought about you a lot, thought all kinds of ... You know ... Dirty stuff. I haven't really thought about us being together.' The impact hit Aaron then. The full meaning of what he'd wished for materialising. To be with his mother, like in a relationship, a proper, grown-up thing. Lovers. What if they argued and it ended up like it did with his dad? The implications were enormous. Frightening.

'You know how I feel, Aaron. You know I want a man who respects me, loves me, and who doesn't just want a quick fuck. Although,' Ingrid's voice grew treacly, a low, seductive growl, 'It's been a long time since I've been fucked.' As she stressed the obscenity, Ingrid lifted a leg and revealed her vulva, sticky-lipped with lust. 'A nice little fuck, Aaron, she purred, sliding a finger between the folds of her labia, gasping when her finger slid over the slick nub of her clitoris.

'You mean?' Aaron asked, swallowing heavily at the sight of his mother's pouting sex so close to his face. 'That ...'

'Just once, Aaron,' Ingrid urged, rolling onto her back and opening her legs. 'Just one little fuck. Then we can discuss the future and, well, if you feel you can't commit, why then, we'll have a little secret to keep between us forever more.'

'I do love you, Mum,' Aaron insisted as he rose to his knees and settled between his mother's legs again. 'You're beautiful and sexy and—'

'—Kiss me, darling,' Ingrid interrupted, reaching for the lad's cock. 'Kiss me and put it inside me ...'

Ingrid gasped as her son's blunt cock head nudged at her sex. She moaned when, after the tiniest resistance, Aaron thrust and slid half of his considerable length into her.

With his mouth pressed against hers, Aaron began to slide in and out of his mother's body, thrusting deeper on each inward glide.

'I love you, Mum,' he sighed, overwhelmed with tenderness for the woman whose legs had encircled his hips and who was doing her utmost to take as much of him inside her body as she could manage. 'I want to be with you forever. I want us to love each other, like this, all the time.'

'Every night,' Ingrid replied, panting as her arousal heightened. 'Every night. Doing this. You fucking me. Every night you can come and sleep in Mummy's bed ... Oh, baby, we can be naked together in the house all the time. We could go on holiday and walk together in the evenings like a real couple. The two of us, my darling boy ...'

Aaron, holding his torso tilted away from his mother, but with hammering hips, slammed into her harder and harder. He leaned down and kissed her again. Maintaining the speed, urgent tempo and rampaging violence of his downward thrust, Aaron craned his neck and sucked his mother's nipples. He fell against her body, pushing his arms beneath her to grasp her shoulders. They kissed yet again, Ingrid bucking her hips upwards to take more of Aaron into her body. Her need to have him inside her burned white hot. She wanted him deep, needed to feel that cock pulsing, a living, elemental entity invading a place it shouldn't be. The taboo nature of the act, mother and son copulating ...

It was that which brought on Ingrid's climax, the illicit nature of what they were doing, what she was doing, with him, her son.

Damn them all, Ingrid thought, recklessly euphoric as her climax broke. He's my son and we're in love. I won't care what anyone thinks of us. And then, for long seconds, she let the glory of her orgasm thrill through her body.

His mother's vehement reaction to the sensations, the delicious rush of ecstasy that surged through her veins and tingled her nerve-endings, brought Aaron to his own orgasm. He had time to blurt a warning, not that Ingrid could hear it, before the spurts of jizm squirted into his mother. The goo poured out of him, a rush of hot seed that filled Ingrid and farted obscenely as the couple's slippery conjunction forced the gloop between his pistoning gristle and her soft insides.

Finally, as they lay spent, Aaron, chest heaving, lying alongside his equally breathless mother, decided that he wanted nothing more than to be with her like this, always. Every night with her. Fucking her. Every night he could come and sleep in Mummy's bed..

105 Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter

mattchat33

It was four months ago when my new neighbors moved in. I was used to the neighboring house being empty since the previous occupants had moved out a few months earlier, which was no big loss because I never got on with them. That family seemed to think I was to blame for my wife leaving me, despite everyone else knowing it was my wife who had the affair and had left me. So it was good to have an empty house next to mine, but even better when the new neighbors moved in.

I went out to meet John and Debbie Russell when they first arrived and we seemed to get on well, although that wasn't too much of a surprise because they are in their mid-40s which is about the same age as me. John had obviously spent too much time drinking beer and not enough time exercising (unlike me) because he had a substantial paunch. Debbie, however, was still quite a looker and must have been quite a catch for John. She looked much younger than her actual 43, she had a lovely lithe figure and her soft blonde hair was worn long to her shoulders.

However it was John and Debbie's daughter who caught most of my attention when she arrived the following day after they moved in. Cindy was just a couple of months past her eighteenth birthday and was an incredibly sexy yet innocent looking girl. She was blonde like her mother and wore wonderfully light and short skirts that showed off her long smooth legs. Cindy was really pretty with her mother's blue eyes and her tight tops clearly demonstrated that she had young and firm breasts.

Having the Russells move in next to me was good, and whilst it was fun to watch both Debbie and Cindy come and go, I didn't intend to have a relationship with either of them despite my wife leaving me over a year ago. They did make for good dreams, though. So I didn't really expect to have anything more than a neighborly relationship with them. You know the sort of thing: looking after the house when they are on holiday, taking out their rubbish bins when they forget, and taking delivery of parcels if they are out.

This all changed three months after the Russells had moved in.

It was about 8pm and I was just finishing up some work I had brought home when my doorbell rang. When I answered my door I was surprised to find Cindy standing there, and she was obviously upset. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy and she seemed out of breath. However this was at complete odds with the rest of her look: she was dressed up to be obviously sexy. Her long blonde hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders and she was wearing a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her ample cleavage and the hint of a white lace bra. Her skirt was one of her favorite short flowing skirts that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she was wearing some expensive looking white high heeled shoes.

I realized I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, but she didn't seem to notice. Cindy just stood there looking upset.

"Hello Cindy, what's up?" I asked the not very original line. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes please, Mr Matthews," she quickly answered, "I'm locked out of my house. Mum and Dad are out until later and I don't have my key."

I gestured for her to come into the house and I led her through to the kitchen where I also keep a wooden dining table and chairs which I use when I'm eating on my own. My work papers were spread across the table so I quickly pushed them into a pile and dumped them on the side.

"Let me get you a drink Cindy, and please sit down."

"Thank you Mr Matthews, I really need a drink. Can I have a coffee?"

She seemed to calming down a bit now, although I was feeling a bit awkward with the obviously sexy young girl in my house. Especially because she had figured in so many of my dreams and fantasies.

I turned round and started to make the coffee for Cindy whilst trying to find out what was wrong with her tonight. "How come you don't have your key, Cindy?"

"Oh, I wasn't going to be home so early because I'd gone out to a party and my parents weren't picking me up until eleven. But I had to leave early."

"Why did you have to leave?" I asked her.

"Oh, boyfriend trouble. It is just..." and she left her sentence hanging in the air.

The way she said it suggested to me that she wanted someone to talk to, and whilst I didn't really want to talk about her boyfriend I thought I ought to at least help my neighbor's daughter.

"Here's your coffee Cindy, and have you told your parents that you left the party early?"

"No, not yet." She grasped the coffee mug and cupped her hands round it, warming them up. I noticed that she had painted her fingernails a bright red.

"Let me call them and let them know you are here. Then they can come back later and get you."

I went into the hall and found John's mobile number and gave him a call. I explained what had happened, and that I didn't know why Cindy had left early, but that I could look after Cindy until they came home later. John was happy with that because they had gone out for a meal at some friends and by the sound of it John was taking the chance to drink lots of someone else's beer.

I returned to the kitchen where Cindy was still sitting, sipping slowly at her coffee. She had her back to me so I paused for a moment to watch her. She was slightly bent forward over my table with her long, glistening blonde hair cascading from her head. I smiled as one of my dreams popped back into my head and I felt my cock swelling, but then I remembered that this was real and I'd better help her.

"I spoke to your father and they will be back just after eleven. I said you would be OK here until then. I hope you don't mind."

She turned round as I walked across the room and leaned against the kitchen counter, facing her. "Sure, thanks Mr Matthews."

"You said something about boyfriend trouble. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, hoping that she would say no and we could go and watch TV or something.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, holding the white coffee mug close to her soft red lips, and then I noticed a small tear forming in the corner of her gorgeous eyes. She looked up at me.

"Can I talk to you Mr Matthews? It's just that I can't talk to my parents, it is too embarrassing. You won't tell them will you?"

Her eyes were glistening as they filled with tears and there was a small sob as she seemed to plead with me.

"Cindy, of course you can talk to me. I'll do what I can but it has been a long time since I've been out on a date." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. I knew it would all be about love or having a crush which are not my favorite topics.

"Mike, my boyfriend, he tried to touch me tonight. You know, he pushed his hand in my bra and touched my breasts, even my nipples. But I don't want that, it didn't feel right."

Now I was interested, and I thought "lucky Mike for getting a feel", but out loud I said "Why do you think it didn't feel right?"

"Well, you see Mr Matthews..." she paused and I saw that her cheeks were growing red. She was blushing.

She started again, averting her eyes, "Well, you see I'm not a virgin. I did have sex once about a year ago but it was awful. The boy at the time was horrible. It hurt, and I felt so cheap afterward. I hated it. And I don't want to do that again, I don't want another boy doing that to me."

She sobbed as she spoke, her head bowed and obviously upset by the memory of her first time.

I moved from the counter to the table and pulled out the chair opposite Cindy and sat down slowly while I tried to think what I should say.

"Cindy, I'm so sorry you had a bad experience. But sex doesn't have to be like that. It shouldn't hurt, it should be pleasurable, wonderful and exciting. It just sounds like you had a bad first time. Don't worry it won't always be like that."

Cindy looked up at me, and brushed the tears from her soft red cheeks. I wanted to reach out and hold her but didn't want to scare her. She said "But my friends say all boys are like that."

"That is just because they are boys and they haven't had the experience to know what it takes to make sure a girl enjoys sex. They will learn and you will enjoy it later."

"Do you know how to make it enjoyable?" she suddenly asked.

I jumped at her question, all sorts of fantasies going through my head while I wondered what she meant.

She must have seen my shock because she added: "Sorry Mr Matthews, I just hate to think it will never feel good, that I will always be frightened of a man's touch. I didn't mean anything by my question."

I paused while I thought. I looked at pretty young Cindy sitting across the table from me, her ample breasts pushing against her silk blouse and my eyes were drawn to the soft skin of her cleavage. I made up my mind: I wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. She might be tired, sad and vulnerable but all that meant was that now was the time to seduce this lovely girl. My cock stirred at the thought of taking Cindy but I knew I had to get this right because I didn't want my neighbors angry at me. I'll get her to keep it secret and anyway, if I got to fuck this gorgeous, blonde eighteen year old it would be worth any problems later.

I stood up and moved a couple of steps around the table, standing next to Cindy, and looked down at her. I had a good view down her sexy cleavage as I said "Boys just take it too fast and all they are interested in is getting into a girl's panties. But men know how to relax a girl without it leading to anything. I'll show you?"

I finished my sentence as a question, to see if she hesitated but she didn't say anything, just cupped her drink in her hands and continued looking into it. I moved behind her and I gently stroked her shoulders, rubbing her tense muscles.

I didn't get much response at first and I could feel her holding her shoulders tight and not relaxing at all. Slowly, however, I could feel her shoulders starting to move and relax and then I heard the click as she placed her cup on the table in front of her. While I massaged her shoulders I bent and pulled her silky blonde hair back from her soft neck before placing my lips against her lovely sweet tasting skin. I heard her soft moan when I kissed her and I could feel a sudden drop in her shoulders as she relaxed.

I spent a few minutes kissing her neck and nibbling at her ears, all the time I could hear her breath getting slower as she relaxed under my ministrations. Now that she was relaxed I intended on getting her turned on.

Slowly I started to rub lower down her front, tracing the contour of her bra under her top and I felt her body start to tremble. I held my breath and without pausing I deftly undid the button of her blouse, and then the next one. Cindy didn't stop me. Continuing down I undid all remaining buttons on her silk blouse and I returned to stroking her soft and sensitive skin.

I drifted my hand across her tits and I felt her stiff nipples through the thin material of her white lace bra. Her breathing started to get quicker when I touched her tits and I guessed she liked them being touched and was anticipating what was going to happen just as I was.

Taking my chance I swiveled the chair in which she was sitting so that she was no longer facing the table and I stood in front of her. She had her eyes averted, looking down as if she was still not sure about what was going on. I looked down at her beautiful body and saw her the soft skin of her cleavage and the young tits encased by the lace bra.

Bending over I took one of her tits in my mouth and sucked through the lace material while gently flicking my tongue over her nipple. I heard a low moan when my mouth first touched her and I knew I was getting somewhere. Encouraged, I spent some time kissing, fondling, sucking and licking her tits and she responded by moaning and trembling as she sat in my kitchen.

Emboldened I reached round and undid her bra, pulling the cups down to reveal her young tits. And what wonderful tits they were; soft, smooth and pert as they stood there without the support of the bra. Eagerly I returned to my sucking and licking and she moaned louder at the touch of my mouth and tongue on her bare young tits.

Still touching and kissing her tits, I eased myself down so I was kneeling, and carefully moved between her legs, gently forcing her legs apart as I moved closer so she didn't notice in her excitement. I couldn't resist touching her long sexy legs and I softly slid my hands up the outside of her legs, and then the inside. Her body quivered when I touched her legs and she unconsciously shifted forward in the chair, her body seemingly eager to get closer to me.

I slipped my hands up, under her mini skirt and stroked higher on the inside of her soft thighs. My own heart was beating faster now that I was getting closer to my prize. She was wearing matching white lace panties and I dragged my finger across her pussy over the thin fabric. I felt her voluntarily spread her legs wider and she moved against my hand now that she was so turned on from my attention to her tits.

I pushed and rubbed around her pussy entrance, her lace panties getting wet as I pressed them into her slit. She was moaning again, her ass shifting in the chair as she tried to get more of my touch. Deftly I moved her panties to one side to open up her pussy to my hands. Now I stroked her bare pussy with my hands and I was surprised to find that she was shaved and smooth. Her moans were louder and I rubbed up and down her pussy, spreading her juices that gave away her excitement.

Bending down I brought my head close to her pussy and I breathed in deeply, inhaling the delicious aroma of young pussy. I moved even closer and licked her pussy, and she tasted wonderful. Finding her clit I discovered that it was engorged and I licked around it before sucking on it gently. At my touch she gave out a yelp, and then a slow moan and her hips bucked as she moved against my tongue.

I moved a finger to her pussy entrance and traced around it while I sucked her sensitive clit. I pushed my finger forwards, parting her pussy lips and easing inside her, up to the first knuckle and then the second. I heard a gasp from her pretty lips as she felt my finger invade her tight pussy but she didn't move away.

Her gasps became faster when I started to rub the inside of her pussy, my finger sliding across her g-spot in a gentle rhythm. Then I started to fuck her young tight pussy with my finger, thrusting my finger in and out of her in time to my licking her clit. Her pussy was clamped around my finger but I managed to slip in a second finger and continued to fuck her while she groaned and moaned above me.

Her ass was shifting in the chair, pushing forward, eager to feel my fingers deep inside her pussy. My fingers were covered in her sweet juices and I could sense she was close to cumming. I kept up the regular rhythm on her clit and fucked her harder by sliding my fingers deep with every thrust.

Suddenly I felt her pussy clamp even tighter around my fingers and then her pussy started to pulse around them. I heard her cry out "Oh my God, yessss" and she screamed as I continued to lick her clit.

Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes as she squirmed against me, forcing my fingers deeper, until she gradually slumped back onto her chair and relaxed.

I brought my fingers out of her pussy and I straightened my back, looking up at her. I saw a contented look on her pretty face and her eyes were half closed with a half smile on her red lips.

Cindy opened her gorgeous eyes and looked at me, "I...I...never knew it could be like that," she sighed.

I grinned back at her "And that is just the start."

She opened her eyes wider wondering what was going to happen, but she didn't move away or tell me to stop

Cindy was still slumped back in the kitchen chair with her blouse fallen open revealing her uncovered pert tits. She was still breathing heavily from her recent climax and I watched as her young tits rose and fell as she breathed in and out.

Her short skirt had fallen back down when I moved back from her and so her smooth pussy was hidden from my view but I could still smell the sweet aroma of her sex. The contented look on her pretty face was changing and it seemed that she was eager to continue her education, and it was no surprise to me that my cock was hardening again in my boxers.

I stood up and reached out and, holding her small hands in my hands, I pulled her to her feet. Her brow frowned under her blonde her and I could tell she was puzzled at what was going to happen next. I quickly sat down in the chair she had vacated and she turned to face me.

"What are we going to do, Mr Matthews?" Cindy asked, still puzzled.

"Kneel down Cindy,", I ordered, "it is your turn to help me."

I saw Cindy's pretty face go from frowning to a sudden 'oh' of surprise when she realized what was going to happen.

"I've not, you know, touched a man there with my mouth before, Mr Matthews".

"Just kneel down Cindy, it will come naturally." I assured her, my cock hardening even more at the thought of being the first to have my cock in her young mouth.

I guided her down so she was kneeling between my legs at my feet. Cindy looked up at me, her blonde hair framing her pretty young face, as she paused, wondering what to do next. Taking the lead I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants and reached in and pulled out my almost erect cock.

I held my cock there, and Cindy looked down, staring at my engorged length. For I moment I wondered if she was going to get up and leave, but then I watched a wonderful sight. Cindy's face turned from one of shock to a picture of lust. Her eyes lit up and she pursed her lips, running her tongue around her red lips as she stared at my cock. In return my cock twitched in response to her look of longing and she smiled a beautiful smile.

Reaching out she wrapped her small pretty hand around the shaft of my hard cock. Her hand was so cool and soft on my cock and I could feel the blood pumping into my cock as I swelled up larger at her touch. Cindy started pumping her hand up and down on my cock and I was surprised at how firmly she gripped my cock until I realized that she had obviously had given a handjob before because she seemed so confident.

When my cock was fully erect I motioned to Cindy to bend down. Obeying me she leaned over my cock and I had a wonderful view down her front as her pert tits fell completely free of her blouse. Gently she kissed the tip of my cock and in return it jumped. Giggling, Cindy kissed my cock again and it jumped again. It felt wonderful when her soft lips touched the sensitive head of my hard cock.

"Take it into your mouth, Cindy," I urged her.

Smiling at me she pulled back the foreskin from my hard cock and bent over it again. This time she opened her mouth and slid her red lips over my cock, drawing it into her small hot mouth. I couldn't resist bucking my hips a little when I felt her tongue slide over the sensitive head of my cock, encased in her mouth. She may not have done this before but she was a natural already.

She then took my cock further into her mouth, sliding her red lips down the shaft until the end of my cock hit the back of her mouth. Slowly she moved back, her lips tight around me as she let my hard cock pop out of her mouth. Then she started a great rhythm on my cock as she fucked me with her mouth, all the time looking at me out of her sexy blue eyes while I watched my cock appear and then disappear into her young mouth. Cindy started to gently play with my balls while she sucked me and I could feel my cum starting to rise in my cock.

"I'm going to cum," I said quietly although my breathing was getting faster with the exquisite touch of her mouth and tongue on my cock.

Cindy looked up at me, and took hold of my cock with her hand and let it fall from her mouth.

"What should I do?" she asked me.

Frustrated I responded "Keep doing what you were doing Cindy so pump my cock with your hand and tease the end with your mouth and tongue. When I start to cum you need to catch it all in your mouth."

She paused for a moment, but then she meekly nodded and took my cock deep into her mouth again. She started sucking hard and I could feel her tongue teasing the base of my cock head, making it throb in her mouth. Cindy suddenly squeezed my balls gently and that was final stimulation I needed.

With a groan of "I'm cummming," my cum sprayed from my hard cock and filled Cindy's mouth. For a moment she seemed like she was about to choke, but then she continued to pump my cock as I spurted my warm, thick cum into her small willing mouth.

Slowly my orgasm subsided and the last few drops of my thick cum dripped into Cindy's young mouth. I watched her pretty face as her blonde hair fell down and covered my leg. Slowly she knelt upright, my cock flopping from her mouth, still hard but no longer full of cum.

"Mmmmm," I heard her say, her mouth full of my cum, and without prompting she swallowed it, taking my cum into her belly. "Lovely," she whispered and bent and licked some of the dribbles of cum that had coated my cock.

"Do you like the taste of my cum?" I asked her.

"I love it Mr Matthews, I never knew how tasty it was," she answered, and I noticed that her hand was down between her legs and had dipped beneath her miniskirt and she was quite noticeably playing with herself.

My cock was still hard and the view of Cindy fingering her pussy was enough to get me horny again. I glanced at my clock on the wall and we still had half an hour before Cindy's parents would return. I would like longer but it will have to be enough time to show Cindy what a man's cock could do to her.

"I can see you want more," I said, nodding to where her hand was busy under her skirt.

Cindy shyly bent her head and mumbled, "I'm so hot, I just want more, Mr Matthews."

"Time for your next lesson Cindy."

I rose and helped Cindy to her feet. I didn't have much time and I wanted to bury my thick cock insider her tight pussy as soon as possible. I ran my hands through her soft hair and smiled at her as I looked into her beautiful eyes which were now sparkling with lust.

I moved my hands down to her waist and said to her "Turn around and bend over the table for me."

Obediently Cindy turned around to face my kitchen table and she leaned forward, placing her delicate hands on the surface to support her. She wasn't really bent over enough for me so I got her to move lower, so that she was resting on her elbows, and her sexy ass was raised in my direction. I noticed while I was arranging her position that her blouse was open and her pert tits were free and resting on the hard wooden table.

Cindy was still wearing her short skirt which covered her sexy ass but all that did was get my even more turned on, knowing I was about to sink my cock into her young pussy. I lifted up her skirt to reveal her smooth, firm ass and I noticed her panties had shifted to cover her pussy again.

I grabbed hold of her panties and slowly slid them over her hips and down her long smooth legs. She stepped out of them and now I could see her wet pussy clearly, which still looked tight even after her earlier orgasm.

I moved closer and I held my hard cock and teased her clit and pussy which spread her juices over her entrance and the end of my thick cock. I placed my hands on her hips, holding up her skirt as I eased my cock between her tight pussy lips. Slowly I pushed forward, watching as my hard cock spread her wet lips, stretching them wide as my thick shaft eased into her.

"Oh yes, Mr Matthews, I can feel your cock filling me."

Cindy was moaning as I continued to slowly thrust my cock into her tight pussy. I put my hand on her smooth back and pressed firmly, keeping her pinned to the table while I started to ease my cock in and out of her hot pussy. She was so eager to have my cock inside her young body that she started moving her ass back towards me, urging me to fill her up even more. I grinned as I realized that she would be back for more another day if this was anything to go by, but for now I needed to satisfy my immediate needs.

"Move back and forth, Cindy, feel my cock inside you" I instructed her. I used my hands on her hips to show what she needed to do, getting her to slide her ass back and forth while I stood still. Soon she was dictating her own pace, sliding her tight pussy up and down my engorged cock while I watched.

It wasn't the rhythm that would make me cum so I was about to take control again when I started hearing Cindy making some strange noises. At first she made some barely audible mewing sounds but soon she was moaning louder and she started to move faster on my cock, pushing her ass against me to force my cock deep inside her, and then moving away to feel it slide almost all the way out of her.

I glanced at the clock and saw that there would be enough time so I reached around under her and stroked her clit in time with her movements against me. Suddenly she was shouting out in ecstasy as she started to cum again, this time with my cock inside her pulsating pussy.

"Oh yes, oh my god, oh yess, Mr Matthews, I'm going to...I'm going to...oh fuck!" she shouted as she suddenly came all over my cock, her body shaking and her pussy clamped around my thick cock.

Slowly she slumped to the table, resting after her wild climax. But I needed to finish soon both because of the time but also because I could feel my cum rising in my balls from the sensations of her tight pussy on my engorged cock.

Looking down at her I grabbed her sexy hips again, and watched my glistening cock slide in and out of her slim body while she lay slumped on my table still overcome by her recent orgasm. I started fucking her fast, thrusting my hard cock deep inside her warm pussy and filling her up with each stroke.

I could feel my cock pushing up deep inside her pussy and spreading her pussy lips with each urgent thrust. I fucked her roughly, my strong hands digging into her thin waist to hold her still while I pushed my cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. Cindy started to respond to my fucking by moving against me again, and I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock. She raised herself on her hands while I took her, bent over my kitchen table.

I looked up at the back of her head where her soft blonde hair was swaying back and forward in time with my deep strokes. I couldn't resist reaching up with one of my hands and entwining her fair hair between my fingers. Pulling gently but insistently on her hair I raised her head and pulled her body against my cock in time with my strokes.

I was in complete control now and Cindy could do nothing except respond to my fucking as I buried my cock deep inside her sweet tight pussy. This control I had over her was turning her on again and she started making her mewing noises again, which I now knew would result in another orgasm if I continued. I could feel my own cum rising in my balls and cock and I knew I would soon be cumming inside this beautiful eighteen year old.

"I'm going to cum soon Cindy, I'm going to cum inside you," I said while I continued to fuck her.

"Oh yes Mr Matthews, I want your cum, please, fill me with your cum," she begged me, her words punctuated with her moans of an impending climax.

With a grunt I pulled back on her hair so her ass was forced against me and I pressed my cock deep inside her, and with a shout I started to cum inside her. Again and again I felt my hot cum spray inside her tight pussy, filling her up with my seed. I kept my cock buried all the way insider her body while my cum continued to shoot from my hard cock and I heard her screams of joy as she came again, her body shuddering and her pussy milking my cock while her orgasm consumed her.

Cindy slowly recovered and murmured quietly to me "Mmmm, I love the feel of you inside me, Mr Matthews, your cum feels so warm in me."

I glanced up at the clock again and suddenly realized her parents were due any minute now, so I didn't have any time to savor the feelings of my cock gently softening inside Cindy's young pussy. I squeezed my cock to deposit the last of my cum in her pussy, and pulling back I slid my cock out of her and reached for a towel, mopping the cum that was already oozing out of her stretched pussy.

"Quick Cindy, we must clean up," I said, pointing to the clock when she looked around.

She had a dreamy look on her face and wasn't moving very fast but I got her to put her panties back on to stop any more cum leaking from her and I helped her button up her blouse so that her tits were covered again. Taking a hairbrush from her bag she slowly brushed her hair while I make myself presentable. All the time she seemed to be watching me, a sparkle in her eye. Just then the doorbell rang and I quickly looked around my kitchen and I saw some of our glistening juices on the chair and floor which might give the game away.

"Come on Cindy, that will be your parents," and I grabbed her hand, leading her into the hall. Just before I got to the door Cindy stopped me and faced me and surprised me by kissing me hard, her tongue seeking out my own in my mouth.

Almost at once she backed off and exclaimed "Thanks Mr Matthews, that was the best night ever!"

Stunned for a moment she turned around and opened the door to her parents. Cindy immediately walked out telling her parents how helpful I had been and that I had be a true gentleman to her.

I could barely look her parents in the eye as they thanked me and left to take their eighteen year old daughter home, little knowing that her young tight pussy was full of my warm cum.

I closed the door as they left and let out a big sigh as I realized how close I had come to be caught fucking their daughter, but then my lips turned into a big grin as I recalled the evenings events and the feeling of being sucked off by Cindy and the amazing fucking of her young body. I hoped she would be back for more..

106 Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter Ch. 02

mattchat33

Following my encounter with Cindy, I had a busy few days and even though I work from home, I didn't get to see her. I had to make do with some vivid dreams where I repeated the energetic performance with Cindy but I wasn't sure whether I would get the chance to repeat the episode in real life.

Eventually the weekend arrived and on Saturday morning I awoke early, like I always do, and after my breakfast I started my chores. I found that after I split with my wife last year I had to have a routine and especially at the weekends to make sure I could relax properly once the jobs were complete. This morning, thoughts of young Cindy were still filling my mind following another night of erotic dreams, although, as frustrating as usual, I had woken before the final act.

I was sorting out my washing when I heard my doorbell sound which interrupted my fantasies and I grumbled at being disturbed as I went to answer the door. I was surprised and delighted to see beautiful Cindy standing on my doorstep, and she looked absolutely gorgeous again. Her beautiful, young face was framed by her long blonde hair bright in the sunshine. She wore a tight v-neck top which drew my eyes to her magnificent cleavage. Glancing further down I noticed she was standing in low white sandals, but I mainly noticed she was wearing a bright yellow skirt that stopped half way down her golden thighs.

"Hello Mr Matthews, can I come in please? Quickly because I told Mom that I was seeing my friends."

I stopped staring at her and stood back, gesturing for Cindy to come in. I closed the door behind her and I could already feel the blood flowing as I wondered at the implication of her words. Why was Cindy telling her mom lies? I felt the excitement growing because this could be good news for me.

"It is good to see you again Cindy," I said, pushing the door closed and moving towards her.

Cindy's red lips smiled and suddenly she launched herself at me, threw her arms around me as she reached up to me and kissed me hard with her soft cherry lips. Before I could react she disengaged herself and stood back, still smiling, saying "That's to thank you for the other night Mr Matthews, you were a true gentleman."

I stood there stunned. Was that it? Was the kiss the only reason she was here? Looking at her sexy 18-year old body had certainly got me aroused again but I didn't know where I stood with her now. Perhaps she was here to warn me off, but I thought her mischievous smile suggested otherwise.

"Can I have a drink Mr Matthews? Soda if you have it?" she asked.

"Um, sure, yes Cindy." I tried to compose myself, "go on through there," indicating the dining room because I wanted to be alone in the kitchen where I could cool down and work on a way to seduce her again.

While I poured a couple of sodas I managed to think clearly and decided that because Cindy had called me a 'gentleman' I should take it slowly with her and not rush her. I could prepare her to come over another night and build the anticipation. I didn't want to miss the opportunity to fuck her again and I was now desperately trying to think of an excuse for her to come and visit again but I just couldn't think of anything that wasn't too lame, and I was conscious of the amount of time I was taking to make the drinks.

Frustrated, I hoped that something would come up in our conversation, picked up the drinks and walked back along the hall to my dining room. Entering the door I said "Here you go Cindy, here is your..." I stopped speaking once I saw her.

Cindy looked more sexy than ever, leaning back on my dining room table and smiling at me. Behind the table the sunlight shone through the large patio doors, and shone around he, emphasizing her young, curvy body. Her tight t-shirt accentuated the fullness of her breasts, and I could clearly see her nipples already hard under the thin fabric. Her short skirt gently swayed against her soft thighs as if she had just stopped moving and her legs were slightly apart, enticing me to think about what was beneath her skirt. But the most striking of all was her pair of white lacy panties which were hung on the back of a dining table chair right next to her.

"I thought you could show me again how a real man treats a girl. Will you?" Cindy purred.

So much for taking it slowly I thought, and moved over and put the glasses down on the table beside her. I moved in front of her and ran my fingers through her soft golden hair and bent and kissed her, our tongues swiftly searching out each other. She tasted softly of mint and her eyes closed and her mouth opened as I held her head in my hands.

After a minute of deep kissing she broke contact and looked up at me, "I'm sorry Mr Matthews, but I don't have much time today."

I smiled back at her "let's make the most of the time we have. Sit up on here."

I got her to sit up on the edge of the table and I stood in front of her. With my finger I traced down the V of her t-shirt, my finger gently touching her soft pliant skin down, along the edge of her breasts and deep into her cleavage. I felt her shiver when I moved my hands to trace outwards, over the thin fabric of her t-shirt and around her breasts, slowly spiraling in towards her erect nipples. Cindy let out a moan when I brushed my fingers across her nipples and I knew that I could easily give her the pleasure she craved in a short time. I might not get my reward today but at least she should be grateful and would be back again.

I bent over and kissed her sweet mouth again, slowly bending lower and kissing across her breasts, sucking her nipples gently through her t-shirt.

"Mmmm," Cindy involuntarily moaned again while I kissed and fondled her perfect young tits, her nipples hard under the fabric.

"Pull up your skirt, Cindy," I quietly ordered, and I sank to my knees in front of her.

Cindy eagerly held the hem of her skirt and quickly lifted it, revealing her soft tanned thighs before showing her freshly shaved pussy. I pulled her long young legs apart to give me better access to her young pussy and I noticed that there were already a slight glisten of moisture around her sweet pussy.

I leaned forward and gently blew across her pussy and I watched her shiver as she felt my breath between her legs. Turning to her silky smooth legs, I placed a lingering kiss on the inside of her left thigh, and gradually kissed my way up the inside of her leg, getting close to her hot mound but not touching it. Cindy was sighing while I kissed her and I saw that her pussy was slowly opening under its own volition.

Repeating my movements on her other leg I slowly kissed my way up again, loving the soft skin on my lips as I moved towards my goal. I could hear Cindy's moans as I moved closer to her pussy again, and her hips were pushing up, eager for me to touch the most intimate part of her young sexy body. I placed my hands on the inside of her legs to keep her exposed to me and I moved forward and slowly licked along her pussy lips.

"Oh yes, Mr Matthews," Cindy exclaimed as her body shook at my first touch of her young pussy.

I used my tongue on her, running it across her outer lips, teasing her, licking around her entrance but avoiding it and her clitoris, letting the anticipation build. As the moans got louder I placed my mouth over her sweet pussy entrance and I licked around it before plunging my tongue into her. The musky and sweet taste of her sex overwhelmed me for a moment as I entered her young body with my tongue, and I paused, my tongue inside her. At the same time, Cindy cried out and tried to close her legs at the sudden invasion but my strong hands kept her legs apart and her pussy exposed to me. I reveled in the control I had over her and I started thrusting my tongue into her tight pussy and licking inside her hot body.

Soon she was arching her back and shouting out my name as I fucked her sweet pussy with my tongue. I knew she wouldn't last much longer and I knew what I could do to make her orgasm more powerful. I pulled back from her pussy and before she could miss me I pressed two fingers against her glistening pussy entrance. My fingers easily pushed into her, parting her pussy lips so I could thrust them deep inside her, deeper than my tongue could reach.

Cindy shrieked, "Ahhhh, fuck that's good", at the feel of my fingers stroking inside her pussy. I looked up, and she was a beautiful sight. Cindy had her eyes closed and was playing with her breasts through her top, her mouth open as she moaned loudly every time I pushed deep inside her young body.

I continued to probe her pussy, my fingers rubbing her pussy walls with every thrust into her, and I soon found the pace which helped her get closer and closer to her orgasm. Now Cindy was just mumbling "Yes, yes, yes," in time with the stroking of my fingers inside her. I could see her clitoris clearly peaking out from its soft protective lips.

Gradually her cries became louder and louder and I could feel her pussy get hotter and hotter from my attention. Timing the moment I moved my head closer to her, still with my fingers penetrating her tight pussy. Knowing she was about to cum I suddenly flicked my tongue across her engorged clitoris. Just that light touch of my tongue on her set Cindy over the edge.

"Ahhhh, I'm cumming, oh yes, oh yes, ahhhhhh," Cindy finally shrieked as her climax consumed her and her body writhed under my touch. I continued to gently lick across her clit while she came although I found it hard to keep close with all her bucking and writhing on my table. I had to firmly hold her thin waist to stop her moving too far away from me as I kept licking her sweet pussy. It was such a sexy feeling to know that I had made this young, sexy 18-year-old blonde cum so hard and so quickly.

Slowly her breathing calmed and she slumped back on my dining table. I moved back, slipping my fingers out from her soaking pussy and standing up between her legs. Reaching out I gently grasped her arms and sat her up, and her eyes were only half open and she seemed to be content after experiencing such a powerful climax. I cupped her head in my hands and kissed her deeply before standing back and helping her to her feet.

"Oh Mr Matthews, that was great," Cindy eventually said to me as she recovered her breath. I could feel my cock hard in my pants and wondered if there would be time this morning for a quick fuck but I didn't know how much more time Cindy had available.

Cindy clung to me for a minute or two and I could feel her heart pounding while it gradually slowed. I stroked her soft golden hair and the feel of her soft tits against my chest was keeping me hard and I wanted to carry her up to my room right now, but I resisted the temptation. She regained her composure and looked up and kissed me, smiling at me.

"Thanks Mr Matthews," she said as she glanced at her watch. "Oh, I've got to go. I hope you don't mind."

My heart sank a little, and my cock wilted now that there wouldn't be any young pussy for it this morning. "No problem," I managed to say out loud.

Cindy broke free of my arms and scooped up her panties from the back of the chair and pulled them on. Looking back over her shoulder she smiled at me "I'll have to make it up to you another day."

"I'll be waiting," I responded as cheerfully as I could. I knew I was doing the right thing by not taking her now but I still felt annoyed and frustrated that I wouldn't get to fuck her today. My thoughts we suddenly interrupted by the loud ringing of my phone sitting on the sideboard.

I moved to pick up the phone while Cindy finished straightening her outfit and smoothed down her top and skirt by sliding her hands down her luscious young curves.

"Let yourself out Cindy" I said before picking up my phone and pressing the answer button. "Hello, Chris Matthews here."

Cindy blew me a kiss and walked towards the dining room door, back out into my hallway and I concentrated on the call.

"Hi Chris, it's Debbie here, your neighbor," my heart suddenly paused and I held my breath, thinking how Cindy's mom could have found out about us.

I thought quickly, trying to work out how to play this, but all I could come out with was "Oh, hello Debbie."

"I hope you don't mind me calling you, I just wanted to thank you for helping Cindy the other night." Debbie continued, not aware of my hesitation.

I breathed a sigh of relief although my heart was still pounding fast. I seemed that Debbie had not realized I was with Cindy or that I had just given her a wonderful orgasm with my mouth. In fact it seemed silly now that I thought about it - how could Debbie have known what her daughter was up to this morning.

"Oh, that is OK, I was happy to help out. Did she talk to you about it?" I replied, fishing to find out exactly what Debbie thought had happened.

I heard a noise in the room with me and I turned around to see Cindy standing in the doorway looking at me and mouthing something. I could just about make out Cindy asking if it was her mom on the phone and I nodded at her and mouthed back at her that she could let herself out.

I then realized that Debbie had been speaking to me on the phone and I hadn't been listening. Something about Cindy being upset about her boyfriend but was glad I had talked to her. In reply I just made a non-committal noise which I hoped would sound alright. Debbie continued to talk to me on the phone but again I was distracted because I saw sexy Cindy glance at her watch and shrug her shoulders and give what looked like a cheeky smile, and then started walking back into the room towards me!

I hurriedly gestured to Cindy to go now and pointed to the phone to make it clear I was busy and I needed her gone, but Cindy was walking in what can only be called a sexy way towards me, her hands sliding down her sides, showing off her curves.

"Go away!" I whispered loudly at Cindy, not knowing what she was up to and trying to get her to leave.

"...Pardon Chris?" I heard Debbie ask me in the middle of her flow of talking about the trials of bringing up her daughter.

"Um, sorry Debbie. It was a ... fly buzzing around here and was annoying me." I hoped that sounded plausible and I turned away from Cindy so I could concentrate on the call with her mom. "It was no trouble looking after her the other day, and if you need any other help I will do what I can," I continued, trying to cover up my mistake.

"That's very kind and thoughtful of you Chris, it is good to have a helpful neighbor and I hope I won't need the help too often but it is good to know that I could call on you to help," and Debbie carried on talking to me about the times she had needed help in the past before they moved next to me.

"What!" I suddenly exclaimed and Debbie paused, but the reason I called out wasn't to do with her. I felt hands grabbing at the front of my pants and holding my softened cock through my clothes and I hurriedly looked down to see Cindy's arms wrapped around my from behind. While I had been talking on the phone she had wrapped her arms around me and had placed her dainty hands on me.

I was having a hard time concentrating on both Debbie and Cindy but I could make out Debbie asking me something again and I realized I had called out aloud again. I turned around quickly to face Cindy making her remove her hands from me while I quickly tried to cover up on the phone. "Oh Debbie, just another fly in here, they must be breeding. Ha ha," I laughed lamely.

I heard Debbie chuckle and carry on with her chatting but I was now watching Cindy and my mind, and body, was confused about what I wanted. Cindy didn't have any hesitation though and she slowly knelt on the carpeted floor in front of me and went back to rubbing my cock through my clothes. She lifted her pretty face up to look at me and smiled with her full red lips before starting to unzip my fly. My heart beat faster again, and I was still confused as what I should be doing while I had Cindy's mom still on the phone to me.

"Did you know that John is away again this week?" I heard Debbie ask me over the phone.

I was having a problem concentrating on the call while I watched Cindy reach in to my boxers and grasp my soft cock and pull it out. For some reason I was detached from both events, the phone chat didn't seem real and I watched Cindy's small soft hand pumping my cock as if it was someone else's cock that was being touched. Not to say I couldn't feel anything, it just didn't seem real.

"John?...oh your husband. Uh, no I didn't know he was away." I responded to Debbie on the phone.

And Debbie started to explain how her husband was always going away on work trips and would have to stay away for up to a week at a time, including weekends sometimes.

While Debbie carried on talking on the phone I distantly watched Cindy rubbing my growing cock. She bent her head so her blonde hair fell forward over her chest and I could just make out her moving closer to the end of my cock. I then saw, and felt, her soft lips kissing the tip of my cock. At this, my feelings rushed back to me and I was no longer detached from the activities in my own dining room.

Cindy sat up a little and pushed her shiny blonde hair behind her ears to keep it in place and she firmly pulled back the foreskin from the swollen head of my cock. Leaning forward again, Cindy wrapped her small mouth around the smooth head of my cock and I sighed at the warmth of her mouth as she gently sucked on me.

Holding my thick cock near its base, Cindy started to push her lips up and down my still growing cock, taking more of my length into her pretty mouth with every stroke. Soon I was rock hard and she was struggling to take more than half of my thick cock into her mouth. Now that I was fully erect I was also to my full thickness, and Cindy's lipsticked lips were stretched wide to accommodate my cock. Her young mouth was really tight around my sensitive cock and I was in heaven.

"Well Chris?" my mind was brought back to the phone against my ear and I heard Debbie's question.

"Um, sorry I missed the question," I hurriedly replied, my mind once again split between Cindy's lips on my cock and her mom's voice on the phone.

"Are you alright there Chris?" Debbie asked on the phone, "You seem distracted."

I thought to myself that of course I was distracted, but I didn't think I should tell Debbie that I was distracted because her daughter was on her knees in front of me giving me a sensational blowjob.

"Sorry, just remembered something," I lamely replied.

"Oh, OK then. I was asking if I could come around with the cake I have baked for you." Debbie said.

Come around! Oh my god! I had my cock in her daughter's mouth and she wanted to visit.

"Um, not right now please, I have a visitor arriving soon."

"Oh, perhaps later. Even better, Cindy's out for the day and probably won't be back until later so why don't you come here for a meal later. I hope you will like the cake, it is my special recipe." And Debbie started talking about where the recipe had come from and how she had adapted it, which was where I tuned out again and went back to the feeling of Cindy's mouth on my cock.

Cindy looked up at me with her big blue eyes and at that moment she seemed so innocent, despite having her red lips wrapped around my hard cock. Her golden blonde hair framed her pretty young face and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have such a stunner sucking me. The sight of my cock disappearing into her small mouth while she looked up at me, made me harder still and I could feel my orgasm rising and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

Cindy clearly could feel the change in me and she grasped my thick cock with both of her small hands, her delicate painted fingernails shining while she held me. Moving her mouth so just the sensitive head of my cock was in her mouth, she started to pump my cock with her hands and I felt her tongue licking at my sensitive cock head. Cindy started swirling her talented tongue around the edge of my cock and I almost moaned out loud. My balls started to contract, ready for the release into her warm mouth.

"Cum anytime you want to." I heard Debbie say on the phone.

"OK," I sighed and then "What? Sorry?" as I realized what Cindy's mom had said.

"Cum when you are ready," Debbie repeated.

And that was it. My first jet of cum shot deep into Cindy's mouth and covered her tongue. Cindy eyelids fluttered closed for a second when she received the first blast of my cum, but then quickly opened her blue eyes and looked up at me while I continued to spray my cum into her mouth. Cindy helped me by pumping my cock with her tightly gripped hands, and her tongue licked across the head of my cock even while I was firing my cum into her willing young mouth. My legs started to buckle and I reached out for the table with both my hands to steady myself as I came hard, Cindy's mouth still sucking on my cock.

The phone fell out of my hand and went sliding across the table but I managed to grab it before it hit the floor and my climax slowly subsided. Cindy sank back on her haunches, letting my cock fall from her delicate mouth, and looked up at me and smiled a gorgeous sexy smile while I recovered my breath from the powerful orgasm I'd just experienced. I watched Cindy tip her pretty head back and swallow my warm cum, wiping her lips with her manicured fingers.

I noticed that I still had the phone, and lifted it to my head.

"Chris? Chris? Are you still there?" I heard Debbie asking urgently.

"Um, yes, still here. I dropped the phone sorry," I replied, amazed at what Debbie had said earlier.

"Well, I can tell you are busy Chris," Debbie continued, "so, as I said, come around to my house when you are free later and I'll make us a meal. OK?"

I now understood what Debbie had really been saying earlier and felt embarrassed. I suddenly understood the enormity of what I had just done. I had been talking to Debbie while her daughter had sucked me off, and then I had even filled her daughter's mouth with my cum while still talking to Debbie.

Meanwhile, Cindy stood up, blew me a kiss and walked out the door as if nothing unusual had happened, leaving me alone in my dining room with the phone.

"Ok Debbie, thanks for the offer. I'll see you later. Must go now. Bye." I distantly heard Debbie reply before I hung up the phone and slumped in a chair with my softening cock still out in the air and glistening from Cindy's wet mouth and the residue of my cum.

I smiled to myself and thought that I had just had the best blowjob of my life with my neighbor's eighteen year old daughter, all while talking to her mom on the phone. Life is good to me. Let's hope it continues..

107 Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter Ch. 03

mattchat33

Later that same day I knocked on my neighbors' door, clutching a bottle of wine and some freshly purchased flowers. It was early evening and I had come round to visit Debbie as we had agreed earlier, but I wondered what was in store for tonight. I understandably felt like a fraud considering my recent affairs with Debbie's eighteen year old daughter. It was especially awkward because it was only this morning that I had been enthusiastically sucked off by Debbie's beautiful and sexy daughter. And that was why I was feeling apprehensive about visiting my neighbor for dinner.

My worrying was interrupted when Debbie answered my knock and let me in. Clearly she had gone to a lot of trouble to make herself look good and it has worked: she looked gorgeous. Debbie was naturally good looking anyway, her daughter Cindy inherited her luxurious blonde hair and blue eyes from her mother, and she was wearing some subtle makeup and had dressed to arouse.

She was wearing a low cut dress that hugged her curvy body and accentuated her silhouette, and the dress stopped above the knees to reveal long, stocking covered legs. I wished I had spent some more time dressing up for tonight, but I was reasonably presentable and at least I had put on a clean shirt.

I had a fleeting worry that Debbie was going to seduce me while her husband, David, was away, and I knew it would get too complicated to start an affair with Debbie. She was married, I was already fucking her daughter and there was no way I could keep it secret from each other. A shame because, if she had been single, I would have been eager to bed her. However not in these circumstances.

"Hello Chris, glad you could come," she welcomed me, and we exchanged pleasantries as she invited me in.

I took the drink she offered me and I stood awkwardly in her very organized kitchen trying to have a normal conversation with her while she finished off the meal. I remembered that Cindy was going to be out with friends this evening and so at least I wouldn't have to deal with both Debbie and her daughter together.

Debbie had laid the table for the two of us in the adjoining dining room and I helped her to carry our delicious smelling meals into the room. It looked like she had gone to some trouble with fine bone china plates, sparkling wine glasses, a chilled bottle of wine and even a pair of candles in center of the table.

"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble," I said as I gestured to the table.

"You deserve it, Chris, for all that you have done for Cindy."

That comment made me hesitate as I went to sit down. How much did Debbie know about what I had been doing for Cindy. Did she know I had been sleeping with her daughter? Perhaps Cindy and I didn't need to keep it a secret. It wasn't as if I was doing anything wrong: we were both single.

"I'm glad I could help," I replied, hopefully ambiguously.

Debbie continued while we both sat down: "Yes. She said you offered her some great advice about relationships and that you were a perfect gentleman when she was feeling so low."

Gentleman? More like a dirty old man.

Debbie went on: "David and I are very grateful for what you did for her. We think she was worried about being pressurized by her peers to, you know, sleep with a man and she has been brought up to resist that temptation."

Surprised I blurted out, "Surely there is nothing wrong with sleeping with the right man! She is eighteen."

"Oh no, not Cindy. David has been very clear that she is to stay a virgin until she marries. Cindy knows not to disobey my husband or she would be in severe trouble."

Suddenly I was getting even more worried than before. I attempted to defend myself, even if Debbie didn't know about my time with Cindy:

"Surely brides don't have to be virgins these days? Life has moved on, you know."

"Don't let my husband hear you say that, Chris! Anyway, I saved myself until we married and it never did me any harm." Debbie said it loudly and a bit too earnestly as if trying to convince herself and not just me. I wondered about Debbie's upbringing and her own needs.

"Anyway," she carried on, "it is nice to have good company while David and Cindy are not around. A glass of wine?"

She poured us both some wine and we started eating the simple but surprisingly tasty meal. Gradually we both seemed to relax and, sitting with the gorgeous Debbie lit by the flickering candles, it seemed like there was a mutual attraction growing as we chatted. She laughed at my jokes and in return I complimented her on her cooking, house and even choice of clothes.

Soon she was openly flirting and I realized this could turn out difficult if I wasn't careful. I was already screwing her daughter and it would be too complicated if anything happened with Debbie too. And of course she was married, although judging by some comments she made about her husband it seemed like not everything in marital life was going smoothly.

Debbie was knocking back the wine throughout the meal but I drank slowly, taking occasional top ups of my glass but making sure I didn't imbibe too much. I knew that if I got too drunk I wouldn't be able to resist Debbie's increasingly obvious advances and I didn't want my cock to do the talking. My goal now was to get through the meal and make my excuses to leave early.

I wasn't entirely sure why I was resisting Debbie - it is not in my nature to turn down any opportunity for sex - but I had to keep my mind focused on her daughter and how I would lose any chance to take her young body again. I noticed that the increasing amount of wine was affecting my morals because I had already dismissed the thought of turning Debbie down just because she was married.

Paying attention to the conversation again, I realized I had a agreed to have a cup of coffee after the meal while I was having this internal moral argument.

When Debbie stood up to go and get the coffee I couldn't help but notice how her tight dress showed off her beautiful curves and how cute her ass was as I watched her walk. I helped to clear the dirty dishes off the table and took them into the kitchen where Debbie was preparing coffee so I could have another look at her gorgeous figure.

She insisted that we didn't bother with the washing up, despite my offer to help, and we walked through to the living room with our coffees. She was a little unsteady on her feet presumably from the amount of wine she had been drinking all evening.

We sat on the couch and I arranged myself so that I wasn't too close but I couldn't help but notice that Debbie's dress rode up her thighs to show off more of her lovely long legs. It was strange that here I was with a beautiful woman, clearly wanting me to take things further, and yet I was the one trying to resist. I started to wonder why I was trying to resist. Debbie wasn't the only one who had drunk too much wine.

Perhaps I should let the evening take its natural course and finish off with sleeping with her?

As we sat on the couch chatting, I glanced over at her and saw in her blue eyes a mixture of emotions. Perhaps it was the drink but I thought there was a mixture of desire and sadness, as if she wanted me but at the same time wasn't sure. Should I encourage her? My cock clearly thought I should.

"Can I ask you something personal?" Debbie said softly, averting her eyes and clenching her hands in her lap.

"Sure," I replied.

"Do you ever get lonely on your own?" And without giving me time to answer she continued "I sometimes feel lonely even being married and having a daughter. Cindy is often out these days with her friends, and David is often working late or even away on business like this weekend."

I could see Debbie trying to fight back some tears while she continued to look down at her hands clenched I'm her lap. Well, here was my opportunity, but it still didn't seem right.

"Umm, sometimes it can be quiet, but I have a lot of friends," I struggled to answer her question neutrally, "and I have a great neighbor," I ended, and found myself leaning over and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Debbie looked up at me when I touched her and could see here whole face brighten with a gorgeous smile. It was as if she had suddenly made the decision to be happy whatever the cost probably prompted by my innocent touch, which is not what I had intended. The suggestion of tears had vanished from her eyes and the look on her beautiful face was of longing. She brushed some strands of blond hair away from her face in a gesture which I found subtlety arousing.

"Thanks Chris," still speaking softly but without a hint of sadness now, "you are a good neighbor too. I'm lucky to have a friendly, helpful and attractive man next door. I wish we had got to know each other better before now. All that wasted time."

This was getting out of hand now and it was clear Debbie desired me. It was probably a combination of her feeling lonely with her husband away, emphasized by too much wine driving her feelings and actions. My body was responding to her sexy body and her desire for me as I felt a twitch from my cock, aroused by the voluptuous figure inside her tight dress. The dress outlined the soft curves of her breasts and the wide curves of her hips as she sat turned towards me. My cock began to grow despite my mind not convinced this was the right action.

I had to find a way out of this dilemma and I glanced at my watch before saying "Sorry Debbie, I have an early start tomorrow and I ought to be leaving soon."

Debbie looked at me and hesitated before saying "That's too bad considering how well the evening is going."

She stood up and suggestively smoothed down her dress, running her hands down her curves, and turned to me "How about ending with a dance?"

I stood, momentarily taken aback at the suggestion, but I decided it was harmless and I could resist her especially as I had made up my mind to leave soon.

I hadn't really noticed the music that had been playing because I had been too busy working out how to respond to Debbie's advances. A slow song was playing, and despite the unusual request, I nodded and opened my arms.

Debbie smiled in a way that connected to my hardening cock, and stepped towards me. She looked ravishing as she came close and I carefully took her in my arms, trying not to let our bodies get too close. Debbie didn't have any such reservation and immediately snuggled close to me and my heart, and my cock leaped at the feel of her full breasts pressed against my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder and I breathed in deeply, my senses full of her arousing perfume although there was also a strong aroma of alcohol on her breath.

We swayed slowly in time to the music, my hands gently touching her back. Gradually she moved even closer and I could feel her relaxing against me. I was acutely aware of her hips pressing into mine, and my hardening length was pushing up against her through our clothes. It might have been my imagination but I thought I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest. The song finished and another started, once again filling the room with soft music.

My willpower was melting despite clearly knowing this was wrong, and so I took one last attempt to stop myself. I let go of Debbie and quietly spoke into her ear: "Sorry Debbie, I need to use your bathroom."

Debbie was in a daze, clearly enjoying our slow sensual dance but she indicated where I could find the bathroom and let go of me. The smell of Debbie's perfume and the alcohol stayed in my nostrils as I hurriedly found the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

I now has to make a decision. Was I going to sleep with Debbie, or get out of here? My mind said leave, my cock was shouting to stay. I knew, despite my efforts to restrain myself, that I had drunk too much wine and my mind was losing.

Who was I to turn down a fuck with a woman who was asking for it? I hadn't seduced her, she had come on to me, so it wasn't my fault. I was so horny that I needed her now.

With that decision I finished in the bathroom and headed back to the lounge and and my neighbor Debbie.

When I entered the room I couldn't believe my eyes: Debbie was lying on the couch, apparently fast asleep. She had propped her head on the arm of the couch and curled her legs to fit. She didn't respond when I gently said her name. Clearly the food and wine had caught up with her and she had succumbed to sleep.

So what do I do now? I was horny as hell having decided to give into my lust for Debbie, but now she was fast asleep on the couch. Do I just leave, or wake her up to let her know I was going. I presumed sex was out of the question now and I would have to deal with my arousal later.

Maybe Debbie wasn't completely asleep, and it would make sense to wake her before I left, so I moved near, bending over close to her ear and repeatedly saying her name slightly louder each time. There was a slight movement, but her eyes remained closed and her breathing was slow and steady indicating she was in a deep sleep. I put my hand out to touch her shoulder to make sure she was fully asleep, and at that moment I got the scare of my life.

"What are you doing, Mr Matthews?" a voice exclaimed behind me.

I shot upright and whirled around to see Cindy standing there, looking at me curiously.

"Umm, nothing," I blurted out defensively, and then I realized I hadn't done anything wrong. "Your mother seems to have fallen asleep," I continued.

"Doesn't say much for your company, Mr Matthews." Cindy smiled, but continued before I could protest. "Don't worry, she does this when she drinks too much."

I caught a waft of the sweet aroma of Cindy's perfume as she walked past me to check on her mom.

"Yep, she'll be sleeping for hours and when she does wake up she will have a bad head and will be insufferable. She can't take her drink," and she giggled, "And she calls me immature!"

Looking over her shoulder at me, Cindy said "Can you help me get her up to bed?"

I was distracted. A combination of the flirting with Debbie, the wine and now the presence of the gorgeous young Cindy had left me uncontrollably horny. Cindy had bent over while checking her mom and I had a clear view of her sexy cute ass barely covered by her short skirt which had risen up. Her legs were slightly apart as she looked at me, and her pretty young face and provocative pose led to an unavoidable decision.

"I'll help you after you have helped me Cindy." I replied and smiled.

Cindy stood upright and turned around and I felt the blood pumping in my cock as I took in her whole sexy body. She was still wearing the yellow short skirt and low cut top that she had been wearing when she sucked me off earlier today.

I wondered if I had pushed it too far: just because I was hot and horny didn't mean Cindy was. Especially because she had only just come in and I didn't know what sort of mood she was in.

However, she didn't seem upset or even surprised by my request and just smiled at me before replying, "OK Mr Matthews, it's a deal."

"Great."

"I've been thinking about earlier, Mr Matthews, and I hoped I'd see you again soon, but didn't expect it to be this soon."

Cindy took a couple of steps towards me in her bare feet, and while still seductively staring at me with her deep blue eyes she sank to her knees on the rug in front of me. I stood startled but unmoving when Cindy reached up and undid my flies, reaching in to pull out my already hardening cock. She looked down at it and I watched her face light up as she gently stroked my shaft with her delicate fingers, exploring its length and causing it to harden slowly.

I couldn't believe the difference in Cindy since that night earlier in the week when she came to me in tears unsure whether she ever wanted to sleep with a man. Now, here she was, almost worshiping my engorged cock. What had I done to her?

Then any doubts about what I had made her become evaporated when she bent forward and slid her young soft lips over my cock. Sucking gently, she bobbed her head up and down, sliding her lips up and down my shaft. Soon I was completely hard in her mouth and she sucked me a couple more times before letting my cock slip from her mouth and then she gracefully stood up.

"Ready?" She asked, winking at me? Giving my cock a little stroke, Cindy walked around the back of the couch on which her mother was sleeping. I followed her and stood behind while she bent over, leaning on the back of the couch for support.

I looked down at her shapely ass and reached under her miniskirt to pull down her little panties. Once they were off I lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her bare cute cheeks.

I reached down and gentle caressed her ass before moving lower to slide my finger along her young pussy. She moaned quietly when I brushed my finger across her sensitive clit, and then I lightly teased her pussy lips with my fingers which were already wet. She was so smooth and I gently pushed my finger into her moist, tight entrance. My heart beat faster in anticipation of my cock following where my finger now explored. I marvelled at how tightly Cindy's pussy squeezed my finger. Slowly fingering her, I probed her young pussy eliciting quiet moans of pleasure from Cindy's mouth.

I pulled out my slick finger and grabbed my thick cock and lined it up with her moist pussy entrance. I love that moment when you are paused, about to enter a warm tight pussy and you know that there is nothing but pleasure to come.

I was about to penetrate Cindy when I froze at the unexpected sound of her mom's voice.

"Oh hello Cindy, I see you are home," slurred Debbie. "Did you see where Chris has got to? I think I might have drunk a little too much tonight. I hope I didn't upset him."

Cindy turned to look over her shoulder at me, before turning back to look over the back of the couch at her mom, "I think Mr Matthews was OK with it, I'll make sure he is happy. Ohhhhh."

Cindy's exclamation was caused by my cock parting her pussy lips and sinking deep into her tight wet pussy. Her gorgeous sexy ass pushed back at me and I started to slowly stroke into her young body.

"Are you OK Cindy?" I heard her mom ask sleepily.

"Oh yes," Cindy replied while I fucked her from behind. "Mmmmmm, I'll be fine. Go back to sleep mom. "

I grabbed Cindy's curvy hips and increased the pace of my thrusts, sending my cock deep into her tight body with each push. I glanced down and watched my long thick cock slide into this gorgeous eighteen year old's welcoming pussy, and each time I withdrew I saw my cock covered in her glistening juices.

I couldn't resist stroking her ass while I pushed into her, my fingers tracing a path between her smooth ass cheeks. Cindy let out a gasp when I ran my finger around her sensitive asshole before she moaned even louder, and I filed away her delight to take advantage of another time.

Cindy's miniskirt had flopped down from our vigorous movements and was again covering her shapely ass. I pulled it up again to expose our fucking and grabbed Cindy's waist to give me the purchase needed to thrust hard into her sexy body. I could sink my cock deep into her from this position and my hips slapped against her soft ass while I watched my cock penetrate her.

I heard Cindy start a quiet mewling and I knew from last time this indicated her impending climax. There is nothing as erotic as knowing you are about to make a pretty eighteen year old girl cum.

I fucked her harder and Cindy's noises grew louder and suddenly she gasped and I had to tighten my grip on her spasming body to avoid being pushed away. I could even feel the ripples of her climax stroking my cock deep in her pussy. Cindy thrashed about, her body uncontrolled as she came hard on my thick cock.

The sensations of her tight young pussy cumming on my erect cock had a natural effect on me and my balls started to tingle with anticipated release. One last thrust ensured I was deep inside her sexy body and I let out my own groan. What felt like a jet of cum shot out of my hard cock and flew deep into Cindy's hot pussy. She let out another, louder groan when she realized I was cumming inside her and pushed back at me. Crushing her tight buttocks with my hips I sent spurt after spurt of cum into her, the hours of teasing from her Debbie ensuring I had a large load for her daughter.

Slowly our climaxes receded and I reached up to stroke Cindy's golden hair before pulling back and sliding my cock out of her. Still bent over in front of me, Cindy quickly reached between her legs to cup her pussy to stop the cum from dripping out of her and onto her parents' floor.

"Mmmmm, that was fun," she said, and standing up carefully walked towards the door with her hand still cupping her pussy. "Back in a moment. "

I grabbed some tissues and wiped off my cock, I also picked up Cindy's discarded panties, and hurriedly put them in my pocket before turning to see Debbie still asleep on her couch. When Cindy returned she said "Come on, let's get my mom upstairs. You carry and I'll guide."

I slid my hands under the sleeping Debbie and the feel of her soft body against me started making my cock twitch again. Debbie murmured when I lifted her but otherwise didn't show any signs of waking up.

Carefully I carried her up the stairs behind Cindy and I was getting more aroused with the sight of Cindy's miniskirt clad ass not far in front of me. It was probably the drink giving me more energy and it was no problem carrying Debbie up the stairs and into her bedroom.

I noticed when I entered the bedroom that it was very plain and utilitarian, not at all like my own marital bedroom looked when I was still married with its floral curtains and bed covers. This room was tidy, but didn't show any personality and I wondered how much influence Debbie had in the choice of decor.

I carefully lowered Debbie on to the double bed and she flopped on her back oblivious to my presence. There was something erotic about the way she was lying on her back, legs slightly apart and dress risen up showing more of her stockinged thighs than it should.

Cindy saw me looking at her mom and said "Don't get any ideas Mr Matthews, you are mine for tonight."

Just tonight? Does that mean Cindy wouldn't mind if I hit it off with her mom? My drink fuddled brain wasn't up to working out the consequences right then, but my balls were clear about their immediate intent.

Cindy grabbed my hand and led me along the soft carpeted floor and into her room. A quick glance showed it was the room of a girl going through the transition to womanhood. There was an overwhelming pink theme and a mixture of decorations from her younger years and recent young male pop singer crushes that I didn't recognize.

"I have a confession Mr Matthews. I'm confused."

"Oh?"

"I was with some friends at Summer's house and I started to make out with this boy, Jack, but all I could think of was you. It didn't seem right being with Jack, and I just had to get out of there. I don't understand why, but it left me really turned on but frustrated too."

So that was why she was so willing to fuck me as soon as I had asked.

"Well, Cindy, I'm sure you will get used to being with boys your own age. It will just take some time."

Hopefully a long time, I thought to myself.

"But Mr Matthews, I don't know if I will ever meet anyone who turns me on like you do."

The flattery was making my cock hard again. I suppose I could turn this to my advantage.

"Look Cindy, you're just nervous because you are still not experienced yet. That is understandable and I can help. I'm sure if I help you some more, you'll soon be comfortable with your friends."

Cindy's face lit up in a lovely smile and her beautiful blue eyes widened. It was clear she had a serious crush on me.

"Yes Mr Matthews, please help me."

Closing the door of her bedroom I turned to Cindy and pulled her close, kissing her soft red lips while my hands clumsily undid the buttons of her top. Once undone, I freed her tits from her bra and hungrily bent down and sucked on her welcoming young firm globes. Cindy moaned at my touch and grabbed my head to hold me against her chest. Clearly she was enjoying my attention on her sensitive tits and she moaned even louder when I start to flick her erect nipples with my tongue before gently nibbling on the nipple in my mouth.

"Oh yes, Mr Matthews, I need you again," she gasped while I continued to play with her firm tits.

Hastily I removed my clothes and then grabbed Cindy's soft buttocks and lifted her up until she wrapped her legs around my waist. She squealed in delight when she realized I was about to take her standing up. Reaching under her miniskirt she grabbed hold of my hard cock and placed it at her moist entrance once again. With a moan she let herself fall onto my cock and I felt her pussy lips stretch wide as she sank down until my thick cock was buried deep inside her.

Impaled on my thick cock, I walked her across the room until her back was against the wall and I proceeded to fuck her hard, my cock pistoning into her young body with her long sexy legs wrapped around me. We kissed deeply, our tongues swirling around each other's while I moved her light body up and down my thick cock, now slick with her juices.

The bravado of fucking Cindy standing up soon wore off when I started to get out of breath and the muscles in my legs and back began to ache. The alcohol had made me think I was younger and fitter than I really was, and despite Cindy being a light eighteen year old I was soon getting tired.

There is no easy way of getting a girl off your cock when she is impaled on it standing up. I looked around and recalled that I was in her bedroom with all her childhood memories. And now she would remember this time with me as her first fuck in her bedroom. Any hint of childhood in this room would be gone.

With the last of my energy I pulled Cindy up, off my cock which caused her to let out a small murmur of disappointment. Helping her regain her balance once she has unwrapped her legs from around my waist, I then half staggered backwards and flopped on Cindy's bed.

"Umm, naughty," said the apparently insatiable Cindy, "you want to fuck on my bed, do you?"

I was only trying to catch my breath, but the idea appealed to me and it was about time I got Cindy to do the work. I beckoned to her and got her to remove her mini skirt to display her beautiful young naked body. I instructed her to straddle me and I was pleased to see that I was still fully erect and ready to carry on fucking this nubile teenager.

I got even harder when Cindy walk towards the bed, her blond hair cascading from her shoulders and her matching trimmed bush leading my eyes down to her wet pussy lips. She smiled provocatively when she climbed onto the bed with her knees either side of my hips. The bed was surprisingly firm and she barely made an indent in the mattress.

"What now, Mr Matthews?"

"Sit above me and rub me along your pussy, Cindy. "

Cindy shifted on the bed until she was above my erect length and grabbed it with her dainty hands before gently rubbing it along her warm slit. She closed her eyes in concentration rather than seemingly enjoying her own feelings. For me it was great as my sensitive and engorged head slid along her slick pussy.

"Put just the head inside you and keep still," I instructed.

I held her slim waist to help her keep her balance and, still concentrating, she tentatively lowered herself. I had a magnificent view of her nether lips opening up and engulfing the sensitive head of my thick cock. We both let out moans at the feeling this simple act of penetration brought to us.

With my hands I showed her what I wanted and slowly Cindy moved her sexy body up and down, taking just the tip of my cock into her. Her tight pussy lips closed every time she rose and my cock left her pussy. The wonderful sensation made my cock grow even harder and larger.

Cindy's groans grew louder and faster when she adjusted the pace of her movements to suit her needs. I was happy with that as long as she paid attention to my needs later. She started panting at the exertion of carefully keeping just the head of my cock in her, her face was growing flushed with excitement at the feel of me just inside her entrance. I watched her while she carried on moving above me, her nipples on her firm tits standing upright and aroused.

The sensation on my cock as her tight pussy entrance stroked me was wonderful, but I wanted more. I suddenly pulled Cindy down and my cock speared deep into her. This was too much for Cindy and she started to thrash around on top of me, her arms thrown wide and beating wildly, her pretty young face scrunched up in uncontrollable pleasure. Wow, what a sight she was as she came on me.

"Yes, yes, yessss. I'm cumming, oh yes, ohhhh," she cried out loudly, oblivious to her mom sleeping in a nearby room.

I felt her pussy randomly clenching around my thick cock as she rode out her orgasm on me, and it nearly made me cum straight away. However, she slowly regained control and through half closed eyes looked at me, her soft blonde hair messed up from all her excitement.

"Phew, that was amazing, Mr Matthews."

"I'm not finished yet, Cindy."

She giggled, "I can feel that."

She clenched her pussy around my hard cock still deep inside her.

"What should I do?"

"Move up and down again, but let me show you how fast to move." I urged her to start moving with my hands still on her slim waist.

Cindy rose up, letting my hard length almost slip out of her pussy but I stopped her in time. Then she sank down again, her wet pussy sliding down over my cock again. I got her to move at a pace that I liked, which was faster than she had been using earlier for her own pleasure.

I was amazed at Cindy's stamina and fitness: she rode me without any complaints or seemingly lack of energy. Apparently only her own climax would stop this amazing fuck.

Now that she had learned the pace, I couldn't resist massaging her firm tits and hard nipples while she fucked me. Her blue eyes were burning wanton lust as she looked at me, watching for signs of my enjoyment. I didn't hide the lust I had for her, impaling her small young body again and again.

Cindy's whole bed was moving and creaking in time with her energetic riding and I briefly wondered if we would wake her mom. The feeling in my balls brought me back to the ride of my life.

Cindy tried to lean forward over me but I wanted her upright so that I could watch her fucking me. I lay back, letting Cindy do all the work, my cock thrusting deep inside her tight pussy every time she sank down on me.

"I'm going to cum soon," I panted.

Seemingly those words triggered something deep in Cindy. Suddenly Cindy threw herself away from me, arching her back uncontrollably and her hands on the bed only just stopping her from falling backwards off me. She cried out, her tight pussy clenching on my cock as she had another orgasm.

This time it was too much for me and, while Cindy still writhed from her climax, I started to cum deep inside her young body. I closed my eyes in pleasure and let out my own cry while I pumped her pussy full of my warm cum. Again and again my cock twitched and I each time I felt another wave of pleasure as my cum shot into her.

Both of us were spent now, and Cindy collapsed forwards on top of me, her soft tits against my chest and my cock slowly shrinking insider her. After a couple of minutes she shuffled on top of me to get comfortable and my softened cock slid out of her wet pussy, letting my cum slowly drip out of her.

Eventually I moved her, not wanting her to go to sleep on me, and I wiped us clean although there was a pool of cum on her duvet which I briefly wondered how she would explain. I was in no mood for staying longer: cumming three times in a day had worn me out and I would need a long period of recovery to get over this.

Cindy was exhausted now and had curled up naked on the bed, her eyes only just open, watching me as I slowly put my clothes back on. I bent over and kissed her briefly before heading for the door.

"Thanks Mr Matthews," Cindy said almost in her sleep.

"See you soon, Cindy," I replied before leaving.

On the way out of my neighbor's house I glanced into Debbie's room and saw she had rolled onto her front with her dress bunched around her waist now, revealing a pretty pair of lace panties barely covering a soft, round ass. I hesitated for a moment, but just shook my head to clear it, before carrying on downstairs and out.

Letting myself into my house, I barely had enough energy to climb my own stairs before collapsing on my bed fully dressed and falling asleep immediately. I woke late the next day after some amazing dreams but nothing as amazing as the night I had just had fucking my neighbor's daughter..

108 Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter Ch. 04

mattchat33

The following day a sheepish Debbie called to apologize for the previous night. I assured her I had enjoyed myself and that I was glad she was feeling good now. Debbie went on to say that she was going away for the week to visit her husband while he was working away and asked if I could look after the house. I perked up at the thought of having the eighteen year old Cindy to myself for the next few days, however my joy was short lived when Debbie went on to explain that Cindy will be staying at her friend's house and all Debbie expected was for me to look after the empty house.

The next few days I was disappointed that sexy Cindy didn't come to to see me and chose to stay at her friend's house the other end of town. Instead of having a few sex filled days with Cindy I had to survive with my memories of the previous weekend's sexual exploits. It didn't help that work was quiet and I had too much time to daydream about what Cindy and I could be doing together.

It wasn't until the Friday afternoon that the doorbell rang and I found beautiful Cindy standing there. She wore a sexy miniskirt showing off her long smooth legs but it was her pretty face that really stood out, framed by her long blonde hair. She looked almost perfect in the bright sun.

"Hello Mr Matthews, its nice to see you again," and, giggling, she flung herself at me throwing her arms around me in her excitement.

We kissed and hugged and my cock stirred in anticipation while I held her young firm body against me. I may have imagined it but I felt her nipples stiffen through her top and bra as we held each other close, but the excitement was disappointingly short lived when she pushed back, freeing herself from my longing grasp.

"Sorry Mr Matthews, but I can't stop right now, but I'm glad to see you still like me," she said smiling while tracing the outline of my hard cock through my clothes. "But we'll have time later."

"Why not now?" knowing that a fuck now is better than any number of broken promises.

"Me and my friends are hanging out at my house for a bit, but when they've gone I'll pop round," she answered.

"Does you mom know you are having some friends round?"

Shrugging, she answered, "It doesn't matter. I'll be back later. Wait up for me!" and she turned on the spot and rushed off next door.

I hesitated at the door for a moment, once again finding it hard to keep up with the energy and enthusiasm Cindy has for life. Closing the door I went back to my work trying to keep myself focused but always ending up thinking about Cindy and her perfect young body. After a while I abandoned my attempts to concentrate and started reading the news as an alternative distraction.

Before long I heard several cars arrive and I glanced out the window as some of Cindy's friends arrived. There were eight or nine of them jumping out of their cars and laughing as they entered Cindy's parents' house. They all looked about her age, which was no surprise, and I was drawn to the girls a couple of whom looked almost as stunning as Cindy in a selection of tight and skimpy clothes. In particular a brunette with a short skirt caught my eye, but entered the house with a boy who I guessed was her boyfriend judging by the way he kept trying to put his arm around her.

Giving up on reading the news, I prepared myself a meal and settled down to watch some TV to divert my mind off the sexy Cindy. It clearly worked because a few hours passed before I was startled by the crash of breaking glass and raised voices coming from next door.

Rushing to the window I witnessed a couple of the boys yelling at each other outside my neighbor's house. Two girls were out there too, waving their arms and shouting and screaming. With such a commotion I couldn't work out who was angry with whom but I did notice that Cindy wasn't out there.

Hastily putting on some shoes I hurried outside and I purposefully walked over to the argument bellowing "Hey, what's going on?"

My loud voice immediately caught their attention. Pausing, they all turned to see me striding towards them.

"Stay out of it mister," the boy furthest from the house retorted. His speech was slurred and I noted that he was unsteady on his feet.

"No. You leave now!" I answered forcefully. My heart was beating fast, and I could feel a familiar tingling from adrenaline coursing through my body. Taking a deep breath, I turned to the others, "Now, tell me what happened."

One of the eighteen year-old girls answered me, explaining that they had been having a party, some dancing, a little drinking and then Chad, who was the swaying drunk boy, had started swearing at his girlfriend and the others, and finally had begun fighting. The glass I heard breaking was an empty beer bottle he had launched at the wall in anger.

While were were talking, Chad had sunk to the damp grass and was sitting there, the bravado and fight deserting him. More of the eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds had joined us outside the house on the green lawn.

"Right, who can take Chad home?" I demanded and one of the boys held up his keys and said he could take him.

"The party's over, so get all your things and leave."

Sullenly, the rest of them headed back in the house while I stayed standing near to Chad to make sure he didn't try anything. Soon the teenagers came back out of the house, some of them carrying the remains of whatever drinks they had brought with them. From what I could tell it seemed like the three drivers were sober enough to drive and they all looked a bit sheepish. I had the feeling they weren't naturally wild kids and they appeared shocked that Chad had behaved violently.

I stood tensely while they piled into the cars, taking a subdued Chad with them, and I sighed when they drove round the corner out of sight. Turning to the house I realized I hadn't seen Cindy yet and entered the open door, carefully avoiding the glass shards covering the paved path.

"Hello? Cindy? Where are you?" I called out, carefully closing the door behind me.

"In here." I moved towards her voice.

The room was a mess. There were discarded chip packets, empty bottles, half-empty bottles, food wrappers and crumbs all over the living room. Only after seeing the debris I noticed that Cindy wasn't alone. The pretty brunette I had seen earlier was sitting with Cindy on the couch, and looking closer her eyes were red from crying.

"Is everything OK?" I asked, rather lamely.

Cindy looked up at me. "Sure, its OK now. Kayla's boyfriend... I mean Kayla's ex-boyfriend... was being a jerk." Turning to Kayla, she continued "I can't believe he was calling you frigid, that's horrible. I told you he was stupid."

Kayla looked at her lap and quietly muttered "I hate him, I'm not...not...you know what. It's his fault, he was always pushing me around."

"Exactly! He was a jerk," Cindy agreed.

I suddenly felt embarrassed to be here while this conversation was going on, so I indicated the debris strewn around the room "Um, Cindy, let me help clear up here."

"Oh thanks Mr Matthews," and turning back to her friend she continued "Come on Kayla, let's go and clean you up."

I wasn't expecting to have to do all the tidying when I offered to help, but I supposed the quicker I cleaned up the sooner I could have Cindy to myself again. I set about tidying the room and surprisingly it didn't take too long to get the litter out the way and make the room look fairly presentable. I even had time to clear up the broken bottle from out the front of the house.

While I was searching for any other remnants of the party to dispose of, I shifted a cushion and was surprised to find a garishly colored box of a game called "Dare To". Curiously I read the blurb on the back and saw that it was supposedly a "romantic and intimate game for parties". Intrigued, I was about to open the game when I heard Cindy and Kayla in the hall.

Kayla didn't look such a sad mess now. She now looked ravishing. She was slightly taller than Cindy with long honey colored hair and soft green eyes. Her thin face accentuated her full, red lips and her body was wonderful. She was surprisingly slim but her bust was full and her low waist short skirt showed off the soft curves of her feminine hips. Her legs were long, smooth and tanned and she wore white sandals.

Standing next to Cindy, the two of them were my dream pair of girls, and I stared for too long because Cindy spoke to Kayla, smiling, "I think Mr Matthews approves of us."

And how could I not approve of two extremely sexy eighteen year old girls wearing enticing clothes standing near me. The blood headed for my cock again.

Fortunately Kayla wasn't offended by my ogling of her, and I hoped that she was flattered to have a man think she was sexy. Her red lips moved and the hint of a smirk suggested she was a bit of a tease too.

Cindy noticed the game I was holding and frowned, "I see you found the reason for the fight."

I didn't understand and just looked at Cindy questioningly.

Seeing my puzzlement she went on, "Chad wanted to play it with us, but Kayla refused, and so the jerk Chad called her a chicken, frigid and a cock tease."

"I'm not!" Kayla exclaimed, "It's just Chad I don't like. I would have played if he hadn't been so mean." Kayla's face had gone from pretty and smiling, to pretty and pouting. No wonder Chad had got frustrated if she changed demeanor so quickly. I decided she was definitely a cock tease.

I tried to calm her down, "It's OK Kayla, it's not a problem if you didn't want to play this game."

That didn't help, because she stamped her foot and exclaimed: "I did want to play, I'm just fed up of him messing around."

She was behaving like a spoiled little girl and I was getting a bit tired of how she was clearly used to getting her own way, whilst teasing and being sexually provocative. I started to feel sympathy for the frustrated Chad.

"Don't worry Kayla, you don't have to make excuses for not playing."

She stared at me, silent for a moment, annoyed that I was not buying her hard-done-by act. "I am not making excuses. In fact I'd play right now if I could!" she shouted.

"OK, let's play." I said calmly.

Kayla was stunned by my reaction. She wasn't used to having a man stand up to her tantrums. Fortunately for me she was too stubborn to realize she was falling into a trap.

"Yes, let's play the stupid game. I'll show you!" Kayla's face was set, determined to be in charge.

Cindy was standing slightly behind Kayla and I glanced at her to judge her reaction. A wry smile on her pretty face and a shrug of her shoulders told me that I was clear to continue.

I opened the game and put the board on the coffee table and sat down on an easy chair.

"Come on then."

Cindy casually walked over and sat on another easy chair opposite me. Her skirt rose up her legs when she sat and she purposefully parted her legs for a moment to let me glimpse her white panties. Kayla hesitated, but not wanting to back down she walked heavily to the couch and sat down, sitting upright, her hands on her legs. She looked at me, defiantly.

I pulled out the rules and saw there were too many to read and I decided to make them up. I glanced at my watch and said "We don't have long so we'll choose this deck of cards and we'll play one round of the board. First to the end wins, and once we start we have to all agree to stay in the game until one of us reaches the finish. Understand?"

I deliberately looked at Kayla, and she held my gaze with her soft green eyes when she responded, "What are you waiting for, let's play."

The board wasn't very big, and it had different colors on it, so I decided that we all would chose a color and whenever anyone landed on someone's color we would have to draw a card. The pile of cards I had chosen had a discreet picture of three red chilies in the corner and I was hoping these were the hottest selection in the box.

"The youngest starts," I announced.

"That's me!" squealed Cindy, seemingly excited by playing. "By over a week." Rolling the dice she moved her counter forward and landed on blue, my color.

I had placed the cards next to me and I turned over the top one and looked at it. It was split into a question section marked "truth" and a "dare" section. I decided to ignore the truth part and just read out the dare.

"Take off one item of clothing." I shrugged at Cindy and Kayla, "I guess I have to obey."

I stood up, reached down and undid both my shoes and slipped them off before sitting down.

"Kayla, your turn."

Kayla didn't even hesitate to pick up the dice and roll. She was determined to play and prove herself. She brushed her silky hair away from from her face as she leaned forward.

"Ha! You again Mr Matthews!" she exclaimed when she landed on blue.

"I hope I'm not going to be this unlucky all the way through," I laughed and picked up the next card.

"You're not going to chicken out are you?" challenged Kayla, obviously eager to win this game by making me back down. I ignored her and looked at the card. The dare was interesting but I wanted to play this game at the right pace and I said it told me to take of another item of clothing. I took off my socks.

Picking up the dice I rolled them and landed on red which was Cindy's color. I took the top card and pretended to read it before announcing she had to lose an item of clothing. It wasn't what it said but I kept this card separate ready for later.

Cindy stood up and bent over at the waist and took off her sandals whilst revealing her long sexy legs to my view. She sat down, and picked up the dice, rolling quickly, and getting blue again. Once again I said that I had to take off a piece of clothing and I removed my shirt leaving me bare chested.

Kayla laughed as I took my shirt off, "Bet you wished you weren't playing now Mr Matthews."

"Your turn Kayla," I said quietly, not worried yet.

Kayla landed on yellow for Cindy and I read the dare: "You must kiss a man in the room of your choice. Kiss him deep for 30 seconds."

"Bet you give up now Cindy," Kayla taunted her friend.

But Cindy just stood up and walked towards me, "I have to obey it Kayla, they are the rules of the game."

Cindy bent over and I could hear Kayla's gasp of surprise when Cindy and I locked mouths, kissing deeply, our tongues entwined. We kissed passionately, our hands reaching out for each other, before Cindy broke off and looked at Kayla.

"You are timing this aren't you? That was at least 30 seconds."

"Oh, right, sorry Cindy I forgot," answered Kayla, still shocked from seeing her friend passionately kiss her older neighbor.

Cindy sat down and passed the dice to Kayla, while I tried to surreptitiously hide my hardening cock. I loved kissing and tasting Cindy's young warm mouth.

Kayla rolled and landed on blue again. I knew there was time for this to turn around but it was a bit annoying that Kayla hadn't had to do any dares at all. I announced I had to remove another piece of clothing and so I stood up and slowly undid my pants and took them off. I stood up straight after removing them, facing Kayla for a moment, and I was pleased to see her eyes drawn to the sizeable bulge in my boxers before I sat down again.

"My turn," I said as I picked up the dice and rolled to land on yellow which was Kayla's color.

"At last Kayla, it's your turn to take of some clothes," I announced after picking up a card from the deck.

"Easy!" said Kayla and quickly slid off her sandals and kicked them away, and she smiled at me knowing the game was going her way. Her smooth bare legs were longer than Cindy's and her short skirt only just covered the tops of her tanned thighs.

Cindy took her roll and landed on Kayla's color, at which Kayla pouted, but only in jest and I could tell she thought she was definitely in control again. It was her turn to kiss me and she only briefly hesitated and said condescendingly, "It's your lucky night Mr Matthews, you won't ever again get the chance to kiss two pretty girls in one night."

She stood up and walked towards me, and despite her arrogance I was getting turned on by her pretty face and sexy body. But the kiss was nothing special, she went through the motions and her lips were soft, but she didn't open her mouth and my attempts at touching her were repelled. I didn't mind because there was still plenty of time.

Sitting back down, Kayla picked up the dice, rolled them and landed on Cindy's color. This meant Cindy had to remove her blouse and it revealed a pretty lace bra which showed off her young firm tits for a cock stirring effect. Her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

Cindy groaned and put up some pretense at annoyance when I also landed on her color but I could tell she was enjoying this game. Standing up she faced me and undid her miniskirt and let it fall to the floor while I watched her. She was wearing a small pair of white lace panties which just covered her mound and teased with just a glimpse of her smooth skin underneath.

"You are very pretty, Cindy," I said, openly admiring her young fit body only minimally covered in her lacy underwear.

Smiling back at me, she replied "Thank you Mr Matthews."

Kayla was annoyed not to be the center of attention, despite not really wanting to play the game, "Come on, stop staring at her Mr Matthews. Your turn Cindy, I want Mr Matthews to lose again."

I thought Kayla was hoping I would have to take off my boxers to leave myself naked, and at that point I would have to give up and Kayla would win. I knew that I would see this through.

Cindy sat down, rolled the dice and landed on yellow Time for Kayla to remove another item of clothing. Kayla the tease was back now and she thought she could tantalize me and get away with it; another man to add to a probably long list of males she had teased and dumped.

Confidently Kayla stood up from the couch and faced me, and started to slowly unbutton her blouse. She was pretty and sexy, and she knew it. Slowly drawing back the edge of her blouse she revealed her smooth, tanned skin, a flat stomach and a sexy, black demi-cup bra which left almost half of her pert breasts bare and only just covered her nipples. My cock couldn't help but to react to this pretty eighteen year-old undressing herself in front of me.

Putting her blouse on the arm of the couch she nonchalantly turned and sat down again, not suppressing a smile of superiority as she looked into my eyes. Bending forward she reached out for the dice, letting me get a good look down her impressive cleavage.

Kayla looked up me when she rolled the dice, knowing what she was doing to me, but not realizing that I wouldn't be backing down. Looking down she saw that she had landed on my colored space and Kayla looked at me in triumph, as if expecting the game would be over now if I had to take off my boxers. However she was disappointed when I told her that I must give the girl to the right a two minute massage.

"You're making that up," she challenged, but fortunately it was the real dare on the card and so she begrudgingly agreed and sat upright on the couch.

I moved behind Kayla and she looked tense and nervous when I went to touch her. She jumped when I first placed my hands gently on her bare shoulders, and she held her body rigid, understandably worried about what liberties I was going to take. I started gently massaging her shoulders and occasionally carefully rubbing her neck, my hands sliding under her lovely hair. I could feel her slowly relax as she gradually realized I was just going to massage her shoulders.

She was probably expecting me to grope her immediately I could lay hands on her, like any boy her age would do. But I knew to start slowly, and to gradually and softly massage her at first before trying anything else. Time was running out and so I rubbed down between her shoulder blades, feeling her muscles relax, and her whole body softening under my touch.

When Cindy called out "time" I thought I could catch a small murmur of regret from Kayla, but I just walked backed to my chair and sat down.

Rolling the dice I landed on Kayla's color and she looked at me while I read out the card. It was Kayla's turn to lose another piece of clothing and she decided to tease me again. Little did she know that all she was achieving was to raise my level of determination that she wouldn't be leaving this game until I'd had my way with her and taught her a lesson.

Rising from the couch she slid her fingers under the elasticated waist of her short skirt and slowly slid it over her soft hips. The blood pooled in my cock again while I watched her skirt fall to the floor to reveal her wonderfully curved hips and a tiny pair of black panties with pink lacing barely covering her mound. Turning around she bent down and picked up her panties to place them on the arm of the couch giving me a great view of her smooth, firm ass. Presumably she was feeling safe in Cindy's parents' house and didn't mind given on a show for her friend's older neighbor, not expecting anything else to happen.

Cindy was unfazed by Kayla's antics and just gave me a knowing smile while Kayla's back was turned, before rolling the dice. We were just over half way now and I was hoping I could maneuver Kayla into giving up more than just a show. Cindy's counter ended up on blue and so I had to pick a dare, which was just what I wanted to move to the next level. I announced that I had to remove an item of clothing and Kayla just wolf whistled, giggling, and saying "get them off," knowing that I only had my boxers left.

I hesitated a moment, to let Kayla think she had won.

"Come on Mr Matthews, take of your boxers or do are you too cowardly to show us! We'd love to see wouldn't we Cindy," teased Kayla.

Cindy just nodded in response and I let Kayla think she had won for a few more seconds before I answered, "Well, I did say that I would play until the end, just like the both of you, so I have to do what the card tells me."

I stood up and put my hands on the waist of my boxers. Slowly I started to slide them down and Kayla sat, open mouthed, her taunts drying up. Gradually the base of my cock appeared and pushing my boxers lower my large, hairless balls and shaft of my cock came into view. I was only semi-hard and my cock hung down, but it was clear that Kayla had either never seen a cock naked or this was the largest one she had seen. She carried on watching fascinated as I let my boxers slip to the floor and I kicked them off. I stood, naked in front of the two cute eighteen-year-olds, my large cock hanging and gently pulsing as I looked at the gorgeous girls clad only in their pretty underwear.

Kayla carried on staring and it was hard to read what she was thinking, while Cindy looked on hungrily even though she had seen me naked before. I was glad I regularly exercised and was comfortable being undressed in the presence of these two gorgeous girls, and I was hoping that by leading the way it would be harder for Kayla to back down.

Breaking the spell, I sat down, saying, "Your turn Kayla."

Kayla looked like she was trying to find something witty to say, or perhaps a put-down, but she didn't utter anything and instead picked up the dice and rolled them. Landing on Cindy's color I turned to face Cindy and read out the card.

Trying to keep any emotion out of my voice, I said "Choose a man in the room. Stroke his cock for two minutes and make him hard."

"You can't do that, Cindy!" exclaimed Kayla, shocked into speaking.

Cindy turned to Kayla, "Well, I did agree to play and I can't go back on my word or everyone will know I'm a coward and a chicken."

Good for Cindy, she was leading Kayla too.

"And I'm sure it won't cause any harm." Cindy concluded.

Kayla was clearly shocked and that confused her, but she didn't move, watching as Cindy walked over to me while I stood up. The sight of the beautiful young Cindy dressed only in her white lacy underwear was sexy enough, but knowing she was about to stroke me was already enough to get my cock hardening.

Cindy stood to one side and gently lifted my semi-hard cock with one hand and I was pleased to see that she had arranged to point it directly at where Kayla was sitting watching. Letting Kayla have a clear view, Cindy wrapped her small hand partly around my thick cock and slowly stroked me. Up and down her manicured hand moved, my hard shiny cock head exposed to Kayla and growing in size as she watched.

"Oh, isn't it big Kayla," Cindy murmured, watching my cock grow in her hands as she wanked me. I loved the feel of her soft hands stroking me and it caused shivers to go through me as I watched Kayla, sitting in her skimpy underwear, just staring at my cock in her friend's hands.

Soon my cock was fully erect, standing upright and revealing its full length and girth to the pretty eighteen year-old girls. Cindy was expertly teasing my cock. She stroked the length of it then massaged the smooth head. She began giving me a full hand job, firmly stroking my hard length.

I called time, not wanting any more stimulation at the moment, and Cindy turned and chuckled to Kayla, "That was fun, look at what I did to Mr Matthews."

I sat down, saying "You're a sexy girl Cindy. Your boyfriend is very lucky."

Returning to her chair Cindy locked eyes with me and grinned cheekily, "Yes, he is very lucky, isn't he."

I reached across my erection to pick up the dice and rolled and counted out the squares on the board. We were getting nearer the end of the game and I hoped we had enough turns to reach the climax I wanted. Fortunately I landed on Kayla's color and she sat surprisingly quiet, looking at her hands resting on her knees, neither arguing nor boasting now.

"Stand up and remove an article of clothing, Kayla." I announced.

Kayla's eyes shot up, looking first at me, then at Cindy, hoping to be let off this dare, but she was determined enough not to ask aloud. Realizing no one was going to let her off, she rose and quickly reached behind her and undid her skimpy black bra. Sliding it off she held an arm across her breasts as she tossed the bra to one side.

"Show me." I said.

Slowly Kayla's arm moved away revealing a wonderfully pert pair of tits, smooth and perfect with darkened nipples that were surprising prominent. They were well worth the wait and I again thought how lucky I was with two pretty eighteen year-old girls slowly undressing themselves in front of me.

"Beautiful," was all I said, and thought I caught a slight smile of pride from Kayla, and perhaps even the beginnings of a blush as she sat down.

Cindy picked up the dice and rolled while I looked at Kayla. It was Kayla's color again and she grimaced as I picked up the top card and read it out.

"Sorry Kayla," although I wasn't really sorry, "but you have to remove another piece of clothing."

All Kayla had on was her pretty black and pink panties and she didn't want to be left naked and exposed. However I was already naked and she still didn't want to back down. She shifted to the side on her seat and grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, off her long legs but without moving her legs apart and giving me a view. All I could see was her long smooth hips and legs which were sexy enough and seeing her naked made my cock jump again.

I was about to berate Kayla for not giving a show like the rest of us, but Cindy interrupted.

"I'm the only one not naked now, does that mean I win?" asked Cindy.

I turned back to Cindy, "No, the game ends when one of us reach the center space. The winner draws a card and does whatever it says with the loser, who is the person furthest from the center space."

Cindy put on a playful pout, "Awww, I thought I had won. Oh well, on with the game." Cindy passed the dice to Kayla and Kayla reached forward, the outline of her beautiful tits making me gasp under my breath.

With a groan Kayla realized she had landed on her own color. Reading the card I announced "Choose a man to fondle and suck your tits for two minutes while you stand still."

Looking up at me, I couldn't work out the look on Kayla's face now. It seemed to mainly be horror but I thought there was a hint of arousal there too. Perhaps that was just my wishful thinking.

Reluctantly Kayla stood up, but she carefully kept her legs together and placed her hands over her mound to shield her pussy from my gaze. I didn't care because I was about to taste her delicious looking tits and I went over to her and gently traced the outline of her young tits with my fingers. Her chest flinch when I first touched her but she didn't back off, encouraging me to bend down and slowly lick across her prominent nipple.

I heard a barely audible gasp at my first lick, but she still stood stock still, apparently determined not to show any reaction. I took it slowly, kissing across her soft but firm skin of her tits, teasing her by kissing around her nipple but not on her nipple. When I could sense Kayla's breathing changing I kissed her nipple again, this time slowly taking it between my lips and gently sucking, then nibbling, then licking, then just kissing again. Alternating, I teased her tits and nipples, gradually feeling her nipples harden under my erotic touch, growing in my mouth as I eagerly sucked them.

Despite her trying to stay still I could sense Kayla's movements in response to my sucking of her nipples. Her breathing was getting shallower, her chest moving faster while I increased the pace of my teasing of her nipples. I even heard some quiet gasps, gradually becoming louder as I continued to fondle her beautiful young tits.

I thought I even heard a gentle moan of disappointment or frustration when Cindy called time on my oral attention to Kayla's tits.

"Oh that looked wonderful," Cindy told Kayla, "I wish it had been me."

Kayla sat down quickly, clearly turned on by what had just happened. She also smiled, knowing that Cindy wished to be in her place, the controlling part of Kayla happy that she was leading the way now.

I quickly rolled the dice, eager to get this game finished, my cock harder than before. I landed on Cindy's color and I told her to remove a piece of clothing.

Cindy matched my eagerness to move on with the game and hurriedly stood up and reached behind her to unclip her bra, letting the white lace fall to the floor and revealing her soft, firm tits and lovely hard nipples. My cock twitched at the sight and the memory of fondling and sucking them from our previous times together.

Grabbing the dice, Cindy presented me with a wonderful view of her smooth tits. Her counter landed on my color and the card expected me to fetch drinks for the other players. I quickly grabbed the drinks, not wanting the girls to have second thoughts while I was gone. They were quiet while I fetched the drinks and I made a show of putting their drinks on the table in front of them, my semi engorged cock hanging in front of them. Out of the corner of my I eye I caught Kayla having a lingering look at my cock.

Kayla already had the dice in her hand and she rolled when I sat down in my place. Counting out the spaces with her counter she landed on my color and I grabbed a card I had put aside earlier.

"Oh, here's my task: 'You must spend the next four minutes pleasuring the rolling player with your mouth. For guys, that means you treat the girl to your best pussy licking'." I looked up at Kayla, and she looked at me, shocked. I just shrugged my shoulders trying to disguise my eagerness, although my cock twitched at the promise of tasting Kayla's pussy.

Kayla turned to her friend Cindy.

"You can't let him do that to me Cindy," Kayla pleaded.

"Sorry, but we have almost finished the game, it would be quicker if you just let Mr Matthews get on with it."

Kayla looked back at me, clearly confused, and then slowly sat back. "OK...," she said hesitantly.

I moved towards Kayla sitting on the couch. Her legs were slender but shapely and with a form that made me want to softly touch and kiss them. I ran my hand down one smooth leg while softly kissing her thigh before moving to the other leg and gently lifting it. I lay Kayla's left leg back down slightly apart from the other and slipped my head into the gap. I saw her pussy for the first time, a small soft patch of trimmed hair above her smooth slit. Slowly I descended, kissing each thigh and gently pushing them apart with each kiss. I caught the scent wafting out from Kayla and I knew how turned on she was now which made me more excited.

"Your pussy is really pretty," I murmured softly then I lowered my face down towards the soft patch of honey colored hair. Kissing it firmly, I moved down until I reached Kayla's pussy lips. Breathing deeply I took in the aroma of Kayla's arousal then l teased open her outer lips. Kayla was fully exposed to me now and I saw small droplets on her pink inner lips. Carefully I lowered my tongue down and licked, tasting Kayla. It was a sweet and strong taste. A taste that made me want more. I licked harder, probing between her lips to get deeper. Then I felt them open and my tongue slid into Kayla's warmth and wetness.

I licked inside Kayla, swirling my tongue inside her, trying to lick every part of her pussy. I heard soft moans from Kayla, and I moved, running my tongue up to lick softly over Kayla's sensitive clit. Kayla's hips jumped as the sensation surprised her and I ran my tongue around her small, hard clit.

"Oh yes, " I clearly heard Kayla moan, and I flicked the tip of my tongue across her sensitive clit. She was moving her thighs now, rhythmically reacting to my oral attention of her sensitive pussy and clit. I could sense she was going to cum soon, but we were interrupted by a loud Cindy.

"I said time's up!"

With one last lick of her pussy, I moved back, gently letting go of Kayla's legs. Kayla seemed confused, her hips still moving for a moment, trying to seek out my touch which had deserted her. Slowly she returned to her senses and sat up, her eyes still unfocused, brushing her hair back from her face. She was flushed, a gentle redness making her pretty face glow.

I looked at Cindy and she smiled at me, seemingly happy with my attention on Kayla. Rolling the dice I landed on one of the few double colored spaces near the end of the board.

"Hey, this is one for both of you Cindy and Kayla."

Kayla responded to her name and they both looked at me with Kayla still flushed with arousal. I picked up one of the special cards for the two color spaces and read it out.

"Well Cindy and Kayla, it says 'Your task is to give the best possible oral pleasure to the roller of the dice. The one who gives the most pleasure will get their own reward. Take three minute turns sucking on him until he cums.' " I paused when I heard a gasp from Kayla, before continuing. " 'If you make him cum you can move your counter ten places forward'. "

I saw Cindy smiling at the challenge but I focused my attention on Kayla. She looked confused again, torn between the thought of having to give me a blowjob and the game. She look at the board where she was trailing in last place several spaces behind Cindy and me. The reward would move her just behind me into second place.

My cock started growing again just at the thought of the pair of these eighteen-year-old girls sucking on me and I gestured to Cindy to make the move. Cindy grabbed a cushion from her chair and dropped it at my feet as I stood up.

"Oh well, lets see what it feels like, " Cindy said, putting on a show for Kayla

Sinking to her knees in front of me, Cindy grasped my cock and slowly stroked it, making it grow in length and girth again. Once it had grown erect Cindy bent down with her head and licked slowly along my hot cock while she held her long blond hair off her face.

Her tongue licked around the smooth head of my engorged cock, flicking it and making it twitch in response. Slowly opening her lipsticked lips Cindy moved forward sliding her mouth over the end of my erection. I shuddered at the warmth of her mouth as she enveloped my cock. Suddenly she slid her lips over my erection and took as much of it in her mouth as she could. I groaned in pleasure. Cindy gave me a few rapid strokes in her hot, young mouth, and then started to lick in slow circles around the crown of my cock.

Grasping my length, Cindy consumed my cock again and slowly my cock swelled up in her mouth to the fullest. She started to suck my cock really slowly with her red lips tightly wrapped around it. Her hair fell down in the way again, so she released me and pushed here blond hair behind her ears. I was presented with the wonderful sight of her lips wrapped around me while eagerly sucking my cock deep.

Tearing my eyes off the sexy Cindy, I saw Kayla was watching intently as Cindy went down on me. I wondered if Kayla had ever given a blowjob and if she was watching to learn how to orally pleasure a man.

I called time for the first turn and Cindy disappointingly let my hard cock fall from her mouth and shuffled to the side, sitting in my chair. I turned to Kayla, my hard swollen cock facing her.

"Your turn Kayla."

Kayla hesitated a moment before kneeling on the cushion in front of me. I watched as she grasped my cock timidly and slowly brought her mouth to the head. I felt a pair of lips tentatively pressing against the most sensitive part of my cock. Then Kayla did something wonderful and looked up at me, her pretty eyes glowing as she slid her lips over my swollen head with her dainty hand still wrapped around my cock.

I couldn't believe my luck as this second sexy eighteen-year-old was now giving me a blowjob. I felt her tongue explore the head of my cock, and I groaned louder when she licked along the soft skin below the head of my cock. Encouraged my my reaction she held my cock in her mouth and licked all over my sensitive head, her tongue flicking around me.

Her eyes alive, Kayla started to slowly bob her mouth up and down my cock, taking it further into her mouth with every stroke. She could tell I was struggling to hold back because she removed her mouth for a moment.

"Please don't, you know, finish in my mouth Mr Matthews." Kayla said, nervously looking at my extremely engorged cock. It twitched in response to the thought of her pretty mouth surrounding it again.

"I'll do my best Kayla."

Then she started to fuck my cock with her mouth again, watching my facial expressions as I struggled not to cum immediately. Kayla took me deep into her pretty mouth, her hands reaching up to grasp my cock. She pulled me deeper into her mouth, pursing her lips tighter around my cock and sucking hard.

Then Kayla moved her head back, and pumped her hand up and down me while her mouth and tongue stimulated my sensitive head. I felt my cock swell and knew that Kayla was about to receive my load. Amazed, I felt my fingers tingle, and my ass clench, and then I exploded.

I shot the first jet against the roof of Kayla's mouth which caught her by surprise. She sat back on her haunches, my cock falling from her mouth, and the following blasts of hot cum landed on her naked tits. I watched as my cock throbbed and spurted over Kayla's firm body, the white cum landing on her upturned mounds. I was disappointed that her touch had stopped when I had started to cum, but the sight of my cum spraying on sexy Kayla made up for the lack of physical sensation.

Kayla seemed mesmerized by the sight of my warm cum on her tits and she looked down, watching it slowly slipping down her young cleavage. The view was so hot I almost missed the small contraction of her throat while she sat there. It took me a moment or two to register that Kayla had just swallowed that first spurt of my cum that had filled her pretty mouth.

I was shaking now from the release of my orgasm, and slumped back into my chair, my cock slowly softening.

Wordlessly Cindy passed a box of tissues to Kayla and she cleaned herself up before sitting back on the couch. She looked puzzled, not sure what to make of what had just happened. For me, I was slowly coming down from the high of my orgasm and I looked at Cindy who didn't seem quite so pleased as she had been earlier. Was she regretting playing this game with Kayla?

Whatever her doubts, Cindy picked up the dice and rolled and landed on my color and I sluggishly read out the instructions which directed me to suck Cindy's breasts. That made Cindy brighten up, and I suspected that she was feeling a little left out from the fun that Kayla seemed to be having.

She stood up and I slowly rose to my feet, my body still recovering from shooting my load in Kayla's mouth and across her body. Nevertheless, I reached out and cupped Cindy's pert breasts, my thumbs rubbing across her already hard nipples. I bent down and took her right tit in my mouth, gently sucking at first, gradually increasing the suction as I knew she liked her tits played with.

I reached down and put a hand on her hip to keep her steady, my hand massaging around her panties, as I sucked and licked across her increasingly sensitive nipples. I heard Cindy groaning under her breath and could feel her shuddering as I increased the strength of my flicks of my tongue across her nipples. I surreptitiously slipped my hand between her thighs and rubbed my thumb across her panties, teasing her pussy beneath. That caused her to take sharp intake of breath and murmured "oh, yes" quietly so that only I could hear.

"Time's up." I heard, and moving back I was annoyed that Kayla had composed herself to time us. Cindy was even more annoyed judging by the harsh look she flashed Kayla as Cindy sat back down. I had just enough time to see a small damp patch on her panties where I had been rubbing her.

Kayla still looked flushed and aroused as she grabbed the dice and rolled them around in her hand.

"I win if I get to the end, yes?" she asked.

I saw she was close and would need an eleven to win on the two dice and I nodded, hoping that she wasn't about to beat us.

The dice rolled, and she groaned when they turned up a total of four to leave her behind Cindy. It was Cindy's colored square and so I directed Cindy to remove her last piece of clothing: her panties.

Still looking frustrated, Cindy stood up and rather swiftly pulled down her panties giving me only a brief glimpse of her damp pussy before sitting down again. It was enough to get my cock swelling again at the thought of the tight young pussy wrapped around my cock.

I picked up the dice and blew on them, and looked directly at Kayla.

"A ten or more wins me the game."

"Ha," snorted Kayla, "you wish."

I smiled and rolled them on the table, locking eyes with Kayla and not even looking at the result. I was trembling, praying inside that I was on a lucky streak.

Kayla was brave too, not looking down even when the sounds indicated the dice had stopped. But then Cindy gasped and Kayla flinched and looked down, her eyes a mixture of annoyance and anticipation.

"You lucky, lucky man Mr Matthews."

I glanced and my mind cheered with joy when I saw the double sixes showing on the dice. Inside my heart was leaping for joy, but outside I tried to play it cool.

"Nothing more than I deserve, Kayla."

I lifted the card off the top of the pack, "and for the final challenge: 'Congratulations for winning the ultimate prize. The loser of the game is to be your sexual partner for the rest of the evening. Fuck her until you are both satisfied.' "

"What!" exclaimed Kayla, staring at me in horror. "No way. Show me."

I handed her my marvelous card and she took it in her trembling hand, reading it, and reading it again. She didn't move while she stared at the fateful words on the card, but her breathing was shallow and her chest rose and fell rapidly making her soft tits jiggle.

I let Kayla stew for a while, not interrupting while she came to terms with what was about to happen. I saw her starting to move her hips, her body betraying its desire for sex.

I looked over at Cindy, and she shrugged, not wanting to get involved. I detected annoyance in her action, seemingly unhappy by the finish of the game despite wanting to get one over on Kayla.

Irritated, Cindy lurched to her feet and snapped at Kayla, "I guess you won too." She snapped up the glasses from the table and left the room.

I think Cindy's words were the final trigger to make up Kayla's mind. She was wavering whether this was what she wanted or not, but the idea of winning made her choose, albeit still not completely convinced that fucking me was the best outcome of the game.

I was having my own doubts after witnessing Cindy's displeasure but Kayla's acquiescence stopped my own dithering. Something about the bird in the hand came to mind as Kayla carelessly threw my winning card on the table and, with head still bowed, said "OK."

Never has "OK" meant so much to me. It was said quietly, but my cock immediately began to pump with blood again, swelling ready for the impending union.

Kayla looked beautiful as she stood up, revealing her tall naked form to me again, her wide smooth hips accentuating her soft mound at the apex of her long soft legs. She didn't look at me as she lay down on the soft patterned rug behind the table, her hands by her side and her legs slightly apart.

I guessed she wasn't experienced at sex, but that only encouraged me more as I rose from my chair, my hard cock bobbing in front of me. I looked down at her naked body waiting for me and noticed her pussy was still wet with arousal. I decided we had spent enough time on foreplay - the whole game was foreplay for this moment of coupling - and knelt between her thighs, easing her legs further apart to expose her pussy to me.

I lay over Kayla, my arms holding me above her, looking at her pretty face although she still kept her eyes averted from me. I shifted, my hard cock poised at her entrance, and I could sense her tensing up beneath me. My hips moved, my hard head gently probing Kayla, gently easing past her outer lips with each small movement, stretching her softness. Her body relaxed. She held her breath, anticipating the moment of penetration. I pushed forward, the hard head of my cock spreading her wet lips, easing inside her, filling her body.

"Ohhhh, " a lingering moan escaped Kayla's red lips when she felt my hard length push into her young body. I grinned, delighting in the feel of her soft pussy clutching around my cock. This was heaven.

I pulled back a little, resting just inside her, before pushing deeper. More of my cock filled Kayla, sliding further up inside her. Again she moaned, her hands involuntarily grabbing me around the waist, her body moving beneath me.

I gently slid in and out of Kayla again and again, taking it slow, letting her get used to my thick erection. She gradually relaxed as she felt me inside her, her hips moving in time with my slow strokes. Her hands gently holding me close to her.

Bending down I took Kayla's tit in my mouth, gently sucking on her nipple, flicking my tongue across it. I still stroked inside her with a slow, repetitive rhythm. The combination of my hard length inside her and my teasing of her nipple made Kayla gasp louder, her moans growing louder. Her pussy tight around my cock made it hard to keep the pace slow, but I wanted to gradually increase the tempo.

"Ohhhh, yes, mmm." A sudden louder outburst from Kayla coincided with a clenching of her pussy and movement of her hips and I could sense her rising passion. I moved faster, my cock thrusting harder now, fully penetrating her with every stroke, my balls tight against her with every wonderful thrust. The musk of her pussy filled the room as her juices coated my thick length.

Kayla pushed up at me, grinding her clit against me whenever I pushed deep inside her. She threw her head from side to side in time with my strokes, a loud moaning timed with every thrust. Her hands clutched me hard now, her painted nails digging into my side. The sight of her passion inflamed me, my cock swelling even larger inside her while I thrust all the way into her.

"Oh, fuck yes, " Kayla exclaimed, her body beginning to shake. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."

I kept up the pace, my hard cock sinking deep inside Kayla's tight body again and again, still sucking hard on her nipple. With a shriek Kayla started to buck underneath me, her arms and hands wild, her head shaking back and forth. She arched her back, pushing me up, her long legs stretching. Kayla's climax was wild as she came underneath me. Pulses of pleasure shot through me when her pussy contracted around my thick cock, and I could just about keep thrusting, prolonging Kayla's pleasure as she cried out again and again. She writhed on the rug, her hand grasping a fold of material and pulling hard, seemingly trying to get away from my cock. But I moved with her, her pussy impaled with my hard length, unable to get away.

With a sudden sigh Kayla collapsed on the floor, not moving, her breath quick and shallow. She let out small moans, her lips wet with saliva from her passion, the smell of her sex wafting over us. I held still, my cock still feeling the aftershocks of her pussy clenching around me. I paused, letting her slowly recover from her explosive climax, while looking at her gorgeous body beneath me.

I slowly pulled out of Kayla's tight pussy and knelt up between her legs while her breathing returned to normal. Her face was even prettier in the aftermath of her orgasm and her hair was disheveled from the exertion. Kayla slowly focused on me and gave me a small smile, "Oh, that was good Mr Matthews."

"We're not done yet." Kayla glanced down and saw my still erect cock now glistening with her juices, and her lips turned into an 'oh' of surprise.

I moved over to the couch and sat down near the front, gesturing for Kayla to join me. She was unsteady on her feet when she stood up, her legs still weak from her unexpectedly strong climax. I made her turn round so her soft and firm ass was facing me and I helped her position herself over my cock. I help my erection upright and gently let her ease down with her pink pussy lips slowly sliding down around my thick length.

I groaned as I penetrated Kayla again, and she was more vocal, groaning and saying "Oh, I love feeling you inside me Mr Matthews."

She sank all the way down, my cock deep inside Kayla's tight young pussy and she rested there a moment, adjusting to the feeling of my hard cock deeper than before. I reached round and cupped her firm tits, and caressed and teased her hard nipples while she started to move on me, just rocking back and forth, exploring the sensations of my cock inside her.

I pinched her nipples and encouraged Kayla to start moving, and she started to slide her pussy up and down my hard cock, working hard and I gathered from the soft moans that she was enjoying the feel of me. I watched her firm ass bouncing up and down on my lap, seeing my hard cock disappearing into her every time she sat back down on me. My fingers continued playing with her nipples while she rode me.

Kayla angled herself forward as she moved faster, trying to get my cock to rub against her in a way that caused her more pleasure. Her breathing was faster and she was more vocal now, groaning with every movement on my hard length. I reached round between her legs and gathered some of our juices and slid my finger between her folds.

"Oh, fuck yes, oh yes," she cried out in pleasure when my finger rubbed across her swollen clit. I rapidly stroked it in time to her movements on my cock and suddenly I was rewarded with a scream.

"Ahhhhh, yesss," Kayla shouted, her pussy convulsing around my erect cock deep inside her. Her body shook, sitting on my lap, her legs drawn up as she was helpless with pleasure. Her head thrown back I just hung on to her, my finger still rubbing her clit to prolong her orgasm.

Kayla thrashed about on top of me, my cock deeply embedded in her, her legs now going to the floor, attempting to push her body up away from me, the pleasure too great for her to handle. I held on to her hips, stopping her from getting off me, my finger still stroking her sensitive clit and making her cry in ecstasy.

"Oh I can't...I can't... oh so good...oh too much...oh Mr Matthews...oh stop." Kayla threw back her head, talking gibberish while she orgasmed again and again, unable to know what to do, unable to get off me. I was amazed at how sensitive she was as she clawed against me and the couch, not knowing what to do. Her pussy clamped down around my cock, her spasms of pleasure feeling wonderful throughout my erect length. Kayla's juices leaked from her soaked my cock and balls.

I took pity on her when her moans grew fainter and I let go of her, and she rapidly pulled her tight pussy off my cock and slumped on the couch next to me, lying back, her legs twitching from her climax, her eyes unfocused and her mouth open and breathing fast and shallow. Kayla looked really sexy as she lay there, recovering from her multiple orgasms, the naked 18-year-old slumped on the couch, her legs apart, her juices glistening around her exposed pussy and vulva stretched open from our fucking. My cock was twitching in response to her state and I absentmindedly stroked it while Kayla lay there, her chest rising and falling with increasingly deeper breaths while she toyed with her nipples.

I leaned over and kissed Kayla on her sweet red lips and she responded, kissing me back deeply. "Are you satisfied Kayla?"

"Oh yes, Mr Matthews. Very satisfied."

"The card said we had to fuck until we are both satisfied," and I gestured to my hard wet cock, "just me to go now Kayla."

I thought Kayla might be reluctant to carry on fucking but the game and its aftermath had sparked something in her and she didn't want to stop fucking, her fingers still rubbing her dark pink nipples.

"How do you want me Mr Matthews?" she said, looking into my eyes.

"On your hands and knees," I ordered her and she unsteadily slid off the couch and onto the rug again.

Kayla knelt on the thick rug and supported her body with her hands and I had a wonderful view of her slim 18-year-old body presenting itself for my pleasure. I moved around behind her and looked down at her sexy body waiting for me to take her again.

Kneeling between her long legs I placed my swollen head at the entrance to her wet pussy. Grasping her soft hips I held her still while pushing my hard length into her willing body. At this angle I could impale her fully and didn't stop pushing until I was up against her firm ass.

Kayla let out a quiet murmur of pleasure when I entered her, and continued to make small sounds when I started pumping my cock in and out of her. I started at a slow pace, enjoying her velvet pussy grasping my hardness on every deep stoke. I held her hips still so that I could dictate the pace and the depth of my thrusts.

Kayla was feeling tired from all her earlier orgasms and her arms gave way and her head fell to the floor. The sensation of this angle was great and turned me on even more, but I could tell Kayla was struggling to stay on her knees, and I was having to take more of her weight with my grip on her hips.

I pulled back and out of Kayla and she looked back at me slightly bemused, but I just picked her up and carried her to the arm of the couch and bent her over it. Now her ass was high and her shoulders could rest on the couch so she didn't have to support her own weight.

Aiming my hard cock, I pushed into Kayla again, her pussy still surprisingly tight despite all our coupling. Now it was my turn to have my fun and I grasped her hips tight and started rapidly pumping my cock into her young body. The squishing sounds from our coupling filled the room and the strong aroma of sex was becoming overpowering. I fucked her hard, my cock sliding deeper and deeper with every powerful thrust into her willing pussy. I watched my hard length plunge into her again and again covered in her juices. Her cries filled my ears with increasing volume as she enjoyed me taking her.

"Yes, oh yes, fuck me hard, yes, oh yes."

I could feel my balls tighten ready to blast my load into her welcoming pussy, but suddenly Kayla reached another climax.

"Oh, fuck yes, I'm cumming again, oh, oh , oh." Kayla was all but screaming as she writhed in pleasure again.

Grabbing her hips tightly I held Kayla still to make sure she didn't put me off my own climax. With a loud groan of my own I pushed deep into her pulsating pussy and released my cum into her.

"Yes, I'm cumming in you, cumming in you Kayla," I gasped, my cock pulsing with pleasure as spurt after spurt of cum pumped into her. I was surprised at how long I continued to cum, my balls tightening and sending wave after wave of my seed into her. All through my orgasm Kayla shivered in pleasure, her body trembling from head to toe.

Eventually I stopped cumming and I pulled my sensitive cock from Kayla's tight pussy, the angle of her body over the arm of the couch stopping any of my cum from dripping out of her. Instead I received a wonderful view of her stretched pussy filled with my copious sticky cum.

Kayla's exertions had finally overcome her and she was unconscious, unable to cope with the number and intensity of her orgasms. I moved her carefully so she was laid out on the couch and covered her with her coat after balling up her panties and pushing them between her legs to soak up any of our juices that leaked out of her well fucked pussy.

My own energy was waning after the wonderful sex and I sank back on the chair cleaning my softening length with some tissues.

After a few minutes of recovery I became aware of Cindy standing in the doorway, wearing a robe with her arms on her hips.

"Have you finished having your fun with Kayla?"

I realized I must look a sorry sight awkwardly sitting naked with a now deflated cock. I also felt guilty that I had received my pleasure but had ignored Cindy, despite her early encouragement for me to seduce Kayla.

"Sorry Cindy, but she did lose. Can I help you now?" I offered but my heart wasn't really in it.

"That's OK Mr Matthews I'm too tired now, and I expect you are too given the sounds you and Kayla were making. I think she got the same pleasure I get from you. But I think you should go now."

I nodded at her dismissal and picked up my clothes and hurriedly put on enough of them to cover my nakedness for the short walk home. I hesitated when I went past Cindy and was pleased when she kissed me albeit only a brief touch of our lips.

"Come back in the morning to help finish cleaning up."

Arriving home I had a quick shower and flopped onto the bed, exhausted but extremely satisfied with the night. I was still slightly guilty that I had fucked Cindy's friend in Cindy's own house but I fell asleep whilst remembering of the tightness of Kayla's young pussy around my hard cock..

109 Having a Babysitter

Our babysitter was a pretty 18 year old girl called Sarah. She was recommended by one of our friends and Sarah was due to babysit for the first time tonight. Sarah lived about five miles away from our house and so I had to go and pick her up and that was the first time I met her.

I rang the doorbell and it was Sarah who answered the doorbell, she called out to her parents that she was off and walked out of her house with me just staring. The reason I was staring was that she was gorgeous, with lovely blond hair and a curvy figure, and she was wearing a pretty short skirt that bounced as she walked. I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass as she walked past me to the car.

"Hello Mr Matthews" she said, turning around to look at me as she got to the car. I quickly tried to regain my composure but I'm sure she knew that I had been staring at her. I walked to the car and opened up and we settled down in our seats. However by now I had a really erect cock in my trousers and I did my best to hide it but I caught her looking at it out of the corner of my eye. While I drove to my house I kept looking at her sexy legs when I had the chance which meant I had an erection all the way home. When we got back I excused myself and finished getting ready to go out while my wife chatted to Sarah and explained what she had to do. Soon after that we went out, leaving Sarah in our house.

The evening out at our friends was fun with a lovely meal and good conversation but my mind kept wandering back to thought of gorgeous sexy Sarah in my own house. I kept having to stop myself daydreaming about her lovely sexy legs and tight ass in her short skirt.

After saying goodbye to our guests we drove home and let ourselves into our house. I hung around in the hallway waiting for my wife to talk to Sarah and soon Sarah was ready to leave. I had to deliberately not look at her as we walked to the car in the dark, just asking her if everything had gone OK.

"Yes Mr Matthews, the evening was uneventful so far...". I was startled at what she said, and looked at her, but she was already walking around the car to the passenger seat so I couldn't tell if she had said it deliberately to tease or not. But now I had an erection again as I settled into the drivers' seat.

I kept quiet as I started driving, but Sarah started fidgeting in her seat and my eyes were once again drawn to her long sexy legs. Suddenly she said, "Mr Matthews, if you don't mind me saying, but it looks like you have a problem.. a big problem."

I glanced down at my trousers and saw what she meant. "Uh, yes Sarah, it is hard for a man to see such as sexy girl as you and not be affected. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you."

"Oh, that's a shame Mr Matthews. Perhaps I can help you out," and with that she put her dainty hand on my trousers and traced the outline of my hard cock.

Even though I was driving slowly I almost crashed the car when I felt her hand on my cock. I quickly brought the car to a halt by the side of the road and looked at her. She continued to stroke my cock through my trousers and said, "Don't you like it?"

"Uh, no, I mean yes, I do like it, but you're my babysitter!" I didn't really know what to think; I was turned on by her, I had a hard cock and a beautiful girl was stroking it, but... Well, actually, what was wrong with that?

"I know, it's sexy isn't it, having your babysitter rubbing you?" she smiled at me. "and anyway, I'm not talking about sex, just giving you a little helping hand," and she winked, slowly closing one of her wonderful blue eyes. And that was it, I couldn't resist her. I felt my cock getting even harder in my boxers and looking into her lovely, seemingly innocent blue eyes whilst being offered a hand-job was almost too much for me then and there. I didn't even consider that she might be teasing or just making a fool out of me.

I smiled quickly at her and looked around where I had stopped the car, at the edge of a fairly busy road. We couldn't stay here. "OK, but I need to find somewhere to stop". I pulled away from the side of the road and turned down a road which I knew had a car park for a community center which was at the edge of our town. It was only a couple of minutes and she didn't stop stroking and rubbing my ever stiffening cock through my clothes. She kept murmuring in pleasure and saying such things as "Mmm, I can feel a lovely cock in here."

I pulled into the community center, which fortunately was closed at this time of night and the car park was empty. I parked a long way from the building and around the back which was the most private place I could find. I was really turned on and I hadn't felt this sexy and aroused since I was a teenager. It felt so naughty but so wonderful the way this sexy teenager was stroking my cock while I was driving my car.

As we parked Sarah said, "I'm glad we're stopped, judging by how hard you are I don't think you will last much longer," and she giggled.

Now she pulled at my zip and I quickly undid my belt and button, and pulled my trousers open at the top. This revealed my hard cock straining at my boxers. Sarah used her delicate fingers to reach into my boxers and pull out my cock. She gasped when she saw the size of it and let it stand there, on its own for a moment, while she looked at my hard cock.

"You have a beautiful hard cock, Mr Matthews," Sarah said, and then she touched my cock. The feel of her soft fingers on my smooth cock was wonderful, and my cock twitched at her touch, eager for more touching. She wrapped her fingers around the top of my cock and pulled down the foreskin, revealing the smooth purple head of my hard cock. With her other hand she traced around the base of my head, exactly where I am most sensitive. My cock pulsed in her hand as it let her know how much I liked her touch.

"I...I...don't think it will take long Sarah." I gasped. And she smiled again at me, and I couldn't help noticing her skirt had raised higher, letting me see her sexy, shapely thighs. Grasping my cock firmly she started to pump her hand up and down my cock whilst rubbing my cock head with her other dainty hand.

And that was it. That was all I could take. I moaned loudly and the first spurt of my cum shot from my cock high in the air and landed back down again on my boxers near the base of my cock. "Oh, Mr Matthews, you were ready for me, weren't you," and she carried on pumping my cock and I carried on cumming. She angled my cock towards me and I didn't care as my thick cum pumped out and over my shirt. Slowly it subsided, my cock becoming really sensitive and I had to hold her hand to stop her touching my cock head.

"Are you done Mr Matthews?" Sarah asked.

"Yes, Sarah, that is much better." I replied and looked down to where all my cum had sprayed my boxers, trousers and shirt. There was some on Sarah's hand and she wiped it on my trousers before sitting back in her seat. I got her to pass me the tissues from the glove compartment and I did my best to clean myself.

I didn't really know what to say now, as I gradually came down from my orgasm high. I felt slightly uncomfortable but Sarah seemed completely relaxed. I did up my trousers and I drove to Sarah's house where I stopped in the road. I found a coat in the boot of my car and put it on. It was really too warm for a coat but I needed something to cover up the stains of cum on my trousers and shirt. I walked up to the door of the house where Sarah was already letting herself in. Sarah's mum was there at the door and I couldn't really ignore her.

"Did Sarah do a good job, Chris?" Sarah's mum asked and I almost choked until I remembered the babysitting.

"Oh yes, Sarah was really good." I replied. Sarah was standing behind her mum in her hallway and turned and winked at me.

"Mr Matthews said that he would like me to babysit for him again," Sarah said.

Immediately I agreed, "Yes, that's right Sarah, I would love to have you over again."

And at that, I quickly walked back to the car, because I could feel a familiar stirring in my trousers as my cock once again thought about spending some time with sexy Sarah.

The whole of the next week I was thinking about my encounter with Sarah and whether I would be able to get to spend more time with her. I found myself fantasizing about her during the day while I was work, and at night when I was home with my wife and baby.

It was the following weekend when my wife suggested we went to a neighbor's house for dinner the following Tuesday. This was a neighbor I don't really like but it was an opportunity for Sarah to come and babysit for us and so I readily agreed to go out for the evening. It was arranged for Sarah to come and babysit for us again and I spent the next two days imagining what would happen when she came over, and several times during the day I had to cover up so that I didn't reveal my stiff cock to my work colleagues.

So on the Tuesday I excitedly drove over to Sarah's house to pick her up. I was hard even before I rang on the doorbell and Sarah didn't disappoint: once again she was wearing a tight t-shirt which clung to her tits and a short skirt that stopped above her knees revealing most of her sexy legs to my eager view. She giggled when she saw me looking her up and down and walked past me, swinging her hips in a way that turned me on even more. We quickly drove back to my house without saying anything significant. I really wanted to ask her about the previous week, and whether I would get a repeat tonight, but she didn't seem to be interested in me tonight.

I was feeling disappointed as my wife and I left to go round to our neighbors and we said our goodbyes to Sarah.

"See you later Sarah, call us if there are any problems. Help yourself to any food if you are feeling hungry," I said.

"Yes Mr Matthews," she replied, "enjoy your evening and meal. I expect I'll find something nice to eat later." and she winked at me. I couldn't move, and then quickly looked round to see that my wife had walked a little way down the path to the road and couldn't have heard or seen Sarah's suggestive comment and wink.

Throughout the dinner I was once again distracted. Did Sarah really mean what she said, or was she just teasing? I kept hoping that she would call and summon me home but the call didn't arrive. Eventually we went home and Sarah met us at the door, explaining everything had gone alright and our baby hadn't woken at all. I walked out to our car and Sarah got in the passenger seat as I sat in and we drove off.

By now I was so worked up and horny I took the initiative: "Let's go to the same place as last time Sarah."

"Really Mr Matthews. I'm a bit tired tonight."

I glanced over at Sarah and there seemed to be a glint in her eyes that suggested her words didn't reflect what she really meant. I tried my luck and drove to the community center, parking round the back of it again, and saying "You don't get a choice Sarah."

"But Mr Matthews..."

I interrupted her and turned to face her, "Sarah, you have got me all turned on and you will have to help me out again."

"Well", she hesitated, but I could still see that sparkle in her pretty blue eyes, "if I don't have any choice."

She reached out for my lap but I caught her hand and said, "Out of the car Sarah, we need some more room".

I opened my door and took out a rug from the boot and moved round to her side of the car. Here we were sheltered from sight by the car and the community center, and I quickly put the still folded rug on the ground. I opened Sarah's door and helped her out of the car, watching her sexy legs and ass as she slipped out of the passenger car seat.

"Kneel down, Sarah." I commanded, and she meekly knelt down on the rug I had placed for her. I had my back against the car and Sarah was facing me, her pretty face and long blond hair right in front of me at waist height. "Get it out, Sarah."

"Yes Mr Matthews" she replied in a subdued voice and used her delicate fingers to undo my belt and unzip my trousers. Then, looking up at me, she reached in to my boxers and pulled my hardening cock out. She wrapped her hand around my hot cock shaft and pumped a couple of times. It felt wonderful to have her hand on my cock again and it responded by getting fully erect so that it stuck out, pointing directly at Sarah's young face.

"Mr Matthews?" she seemed to be nervous now, despite gently stroking my cock up and down, her soft hands sending warm feelings through my cock.

"Yes Sarah?" I asked her, wondering what was up now.

"I've never tasted a cock before,",she replied, still obviously nervous.

Inside I laughed. A virgin mouth on this gorgeous blond teenager and I was going to be her first? I felt as if I was dreaming and my cock gave a huge jump in her hand. She might act sexy and talk as if she was experienced with sex but I knew different now. She was young and inexperienced, although she was obviously good with her hands as I found out to my pleasure last week.

"Kiss the end, Sarah" and she slowly bent forward, her blond hair partially covering her face and I felt her soft, red lips kiss the sensitive tip of my cock. I was in heaven. "That's right Sarah, now lick it." She nervously put out her tongue and licked the end of my cock, her tongue sliding across the tip. "All over the head of it Sarah."

Obeying my instructions she moved her head around my cock, licking the head, and then pulling my foreskin back so that she could lick underneath the head too. She coated my cock head with her saliva and she seemed to be enjoying the taste judging from the soft moans I could hear.

Once again she had got me so horny I could already feel I was close to cumming, and I didn't know how long I would last with this sexy teenager.

I quickly said "Put it into your mouth, Sarah," and, after glancing up at me for a moment, she opened her mouth and slipped it over my cock. The softness of her red lips sliding over the head of my cock was wonderful, and I nearly let go straight away. Instead I groaned and I stroked her lovely blond hair as she took the end of my cock in her mouth. She paused then, as if not knowing what to do, which was good for me because it gave me a few moments to recover my control.

"Keep your lips firmly around my cock and now move your head up and down." She obeyed my instructions and I groaned again, louder, as I watched her mouth slide up and down my hard cock. My cock twitched in her mouth at the sensation of her lips firmly enclosing my cock. "Oh yes Sarah, just like that!" I gasped.

Suddenly she removed her mouth and sat back, looking up at me. "I'm not sure about taking your, you know, cum in my mouth. I don't know if I will like the taste. Please tell me when you are about to finish."

"No Sarah, that won't do." Despite the pretty blue eyes and the almost pleading look on her face I knew I had to get the expectation right the first time. "The first time a girl gives head she must take the cum and swallow. After that you can make up your own mind. Understand?"

Sarah looked at me for a moment, as if wondering what she had let herself in for, but then looked down, back at my cock. She didn't agree with me, but she opened her mouth again and took my warm cock back into her warm mouth. Perhaps she intended to move away at the critical moment? I'd have to see about that. Anyway, she picked up her rhythm again, sliding her young lips up and down my hard cock.

She would still need some more practice, but the enthusiasm of this sexy girl was getting me closer and closer to my climax. "Lick under my cock when you take it in" I instructed. Then I suddenly felt her sweet tongue rubbing gently under my cock head, her lips closed around my shaft.

That was it, I started to lose control. I grabbed her soft blond hair in my hands and started to pump my cock in and out of her small mouth. Instinctively she tried to pull away but I held her firm as I pushed my cock in and out of her mouth. She kept her mouth firmly around my cock while I plunged in and out of her young mouth. The sensations were too much and I let out a loud groan and let my cock rest just inside her mouth, the first stream of hot cum spraying hard into her mouth. She made a noise like a whimper when she felt my thick cum hit the back of her inexperienced mouth, but even if she wanted to, she couldn't pull back because I was holding her head still, my fingers entwined in her golden hair.

My cock pulsed again and again, my warm cum slowly filling her mouth. She did well, she didn't release her red lips from my pumping cock. Sarah gave out another whimper and then I saw her swallowing, slightly tipping her head back which moved my cock to a different angle and I felt my sensitive cock head touch the roof of her mouth.

"Keep sucking," I said, and she kept my cock in her mouth and gently sucked, while my cum gradually subsided, until I released her hair from my grasp. My cock flopped out of her pretty mouth as she rocked back from me, her eyes wide. I didn't know what she was feeling but I noticed that a small dribble of my cum was running out of the corner of her mouth. Absentmindedly she brought up her dainty hand and used a manicured finger to wipe it off her face before sucking her finger into her mouth. That was what I needed to know: she had enjoyed the taste of my cum.

While I did up my trousers I asked how she felt. Sarah gradually came round from her daze and answered "It was...it was good, I liked that. And your cum was surprisingly tasty, not at all how I imagined it. But I need a drink of water".

"There is a bottle of water in the car." And we swiftly picked up the rug and got back into the car and I started driving immediately because I didn't know how long we had been here and didn't want anyone to become suspicious.

At the door to her house Sarah let herself in and her mum came out to talk to me. I found it hard to look Sarah's mum in the face but mumbled something about Sarah being a very good babysitter and we would use her again. And as I turned to leave Sarah said "Thank you Mr Matthews for giving me something tasty to eat tonight." I hurried back to my car as quickly as possible.

The next few days I thought about Sarah more and more, remembering the wonderful time I had with her the last time I drove her home from our house after babysitting. I kept on wondering whether I would be able to spend some more time with her and hopefully have even more fun with her.

However there wasn't any opportunity for my wife and me to use a babysitter and I was getting more and more frustrated. I was worried that Sarah would not want to have any more intimate encounters with me if I left it too long before I saw her again. A week went by, then another week, and then fortunately I had a chance to see Sarah again.

My wife was asked by some friends to attend a play at the local theater in a couple of days time on the Friday. Apparently there was a couple who had dropped out and there were now tickets for the both of us. Fortunately my wife had said yes and had already organized for Sarah to come and babysit for us before I had come home. I felt my cock get hard when my wife told me Sarah would be coming to babysit again, and had to go and hide my enthusiasm before I had to explain myself to her.

The next two days passed slowly for me and I wondered how Sarah would react when I saw her again. In my fantasies it went very well indeed! On the Friday I picked up Sarah from her house and once again she just walked past me to the car, without even saying hello. And she looked very sexy again! I think Sarah knew I liked her in her short skirt and that was just what she was wearing again. We didn't speak about anything to do with sex on the way back to my house and all Sarah asked me about was the play and I explained where it was and how long we would be out. I hinted at how I was looking forward to taking her home later but she didn't respond to my suggestion. All this did was make me even more horny and I had to fight to stop myself just fucking Sarah right now.

We reached my house and we got out of the car and went indoors where my wife greeted Sarah and settled her into the house while I finished getting ready to go out. Soon my wife and I were leaving and Sarah didn't say anything more to me so I didn't know if I was going to get some more fun tonight or whether she had gone off me. I was getting worked up with the uncertainty and I almost ran through a red light while driving to the theater. I tried to concentrate on the driving after that and we soon arrived and parked near the theater and met our friends at the entrance.

Suddenly my mobile rang and I laughed saying I must remember to turn it off before the play starts. Looking at the number it was my home number. My heart leaped and my cock twitched in my trousers. I stepped to one side and answered the telephone "Hello, who is it?" I asked.

"Hello Mr Matthews. I'm bored and haven't got anything to do here." Sarah was using a whiny voice I hadn't heard before. I thought quickly.

"Oh dear, is it bad?" I asked, knowing my wife could hear me.

"Yes, I need some fun," Sarah answered.

"Right, one of us will be there soon." I hung up and turned to my wife and friends. "Apparently our baby has been sick. Nothing too bad but I need to check everything is alright."

"I can go." my wife said.

"No, no!" I quickly responded, then calmed down "I mean, this is the play that you were really looking forward to seeing. I'll go home now, if Mary and Jeff can give you lift home later." Our friends nodded agreement. "Is that ok dear?" I asked.

"Yes, OK, sorry you will miss the play. Let me know what is happening when you get home, won't you?" my wife answered.

"Sure" I said, and quickly turned round and went back to my car, driving home as fast as I dared.

When I got home I let myself in to the house and quickly looked around for Sarah. I found her in our lounge, sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. She looked up at me and innocently smiled "I'm glad you came quickly, I am really in need of some fun. Have you got any ideas?"

"I have plenty of ideas Sarah." I walked over to her and reached out for her so she could hold onto my hands. I pulled her to her feet and immediately wrapped my arms around her and bent my head to kiss her soft, young lips. She tasted delicious as I kissed her deeply, my hands holding her nubile body close to me and I could feel her gorgeous tits pushed against my chest. I moved my hands down her back and cupped her firm ass cheeks in my hand, squeezing while I kissed her.

Reluctantly letting her I go I stepped back from her, and looking into her gorgeous blue eyes I said "take off your top, Sarah."

She looked down at her top and then back up at me. "I think you do have some good ideas for fun, Mr Matthews."

Pulling her top over her head she brushed her long blond hair out of her face and threw the top onto the sofa. She was wearing a black, lacy bra which barely covered her young smooth tits. I stepped forward and softly traced the outline of the bra on her skin, and I felt her shiver as I teased her. "You like my tits, Mr Matthew?" she asked, seemingly eager for praise.

"Yes, Sarah, you have wonderful tits," I answered as I bent and kissed them on the exposed skin above her bra.

Then I moved further down, sucking on one tit through the bra and I felt her sigh. I reached round behind her and deftly unfastened her bra and letting it fall from her onto the floor at her feet. I looked at her young perky tits right in front of my face.

"They are really wonderful tits, Sarah."

I engulfed her right tit in my mouth and gently sucked, flicking her nipple with my tongue until I felt it harden under my touch. Switching to her left tit I did the same, sucking and licking while I heard her moaning in pleasure.

"Oh, Mr Matthews, that is so good," she softly whispered.

I stood up and released her tit from my mouth, looking down at her erect nipples. I could feel my own hard cock in my trousers but I wanted to take some more time, because I knew I wouldn't last long with this sexy young teenager once I got my cock out.

"Sit down Sarah,", I gently commanded her, expecting her to obey me.

She moved back and sat on the sofa, still wearing her trainers, short socks and sexy light blue short skirt. Her blond hair fell down each side of her young face and her tits stood up proud in front of her. I stepped forward and knelt down at her feet. Slowly I slid my hands up the outside of her legs, feeling her soft and smooth skin. I moved further up, under her short skirt, still on the outside of her legs. I found her knickers and pulled them down, getting Sarah to shuffle her ass as I pulled them off her, down her long legs and off, over her trainers.

I couldn't wait to see her pussy and I gently eased her legs apart, and pushed her skirt up, to reveal her gorgeous pink pussy lips surrounded by short, fair hair. I bent forward and licked along her lips and she tasted lovely and sweet. I had forgotten what it was like to taste a young pussy and she had the best tasting pussy I had ever had the fortune to lick. I heard her moaning as I started to lick and tease her pussy and clit. She was already wet and I really went at it, making sure I explored all of her pussy and clit.

I moved my hand up and pushed a finger between her wet pussy lips, sliding up inside her tight young body. I heard her gasp when she felt my finger enter her, and then she sighed when I started to push in and out of her hot pussy. I locked my lips around her sensitive clit and licked across the top of her erect button in time with my finger fucking her hole. Suddenly she let out a loud moan and her body stiffened and she arched her back, and I felt her pussy clamp on my finger as she came from my ministrations. I kept up my licking and fingering until she fell back on the sofa, breathing heavily as she recovered from her orgasm.

"Oh, Mr Matthews..." she sighed, her eyes closed.

Her skirt had fallen down again when I removed my finger and it teasingly covered her pussy from my view. My cock was rock hard in my clothes and I needed to feel it in her very soon now. This is what I was waiting for; the opportunity to slide my hard cock into this eighteen year old's tight pussy. While Sarah lay back on my sofa I quickly undid my trousers and pulled out my stiff cock. I was still between her legs and I moved in closer to her, pulling up her skirt to reveal her soft wet pussy again. I held my hard cock in my hand and placed it against her pussy lips, rubbing my engorged end along her wet slit, coating it her juices.

The feel of my cock on her pussy must have roused her from her post climax daze, because she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me. "Mr Matthews, I'm not sure about this."

What? Here I was with my erect cock just about to slide inside her young body and she wasn't sure? I tried to keep my calm, the blood pounding in my head as I tried to control my body.

"Don't worry Sarah," I said as calmly as I could and pushed my hips forward whilst holding her waist to stop her from moving away.

She was tight, and my cock struggled to push into her at first, but she didn't say anything else and I took that to be a sign of acceptance and so I pushed harder. I felt my cock part her pussy lips and suddenly I was sliding into this sexy young babysitter, my cock squeezed tightly by her hot silky pussy. Once again I felt like I was in heaven, with wonderful sensations coming from my cock and spreading throughout my body as my cock penetrated her nubile body.

She was still watching me, as if not sure whether she should be doing this. I realized that despite all the teasing and sexual advances she was still sexually inexperienced, and I knew I was just the man to give her the experience she needed. I could feel her hips start to move in time with my strokes as I started to slide my cock in and out of her hot wet pussy. Although I was between her legs, I still couldn't get too close to her unless I pushed her legs up, so my cock was only penetrating her shallowly. It was deep enough to enjoy taking this gorgeous eighteen year old blond, but I wanted to give her more. I wanted to feel my cock really pushing deep into her body. I also wanted to make sure she really gave herself to me. If we stayed like this she could say she didn't really have any say in it and had just been taken, and could claim that she had given herself willingly.

Sarah started to moan quietly as I quickened my pace of thrusting my cock into her, and I sensed her increased desire while we fucked with her leaning back on the sofa and me on my knees between her legs. I suddenly pulled my cock out of her after one of my thrusts and rocked back, away from her. Her blue eyes, which had gradually closed in enjoyment, opened wide and looked questioningly at me, not sure what was happening for a moment. Quickly I stood up and held her hands, pulling her to her feet before she completely came to her senses.

"Mr Matthews, what are you doing?" Sarah asked, and the uncertainty showed in her eyes.

"Bend over the sofa, Sarah," I said in a level tone, neither ordering her nor pleading with her. It was her decision now.

She hesitated for a moment, as if she was not sure of what she wanted. Absentmindedly she used her hand to play with her blond hair while I had a great view of her gorgeous and sexy young tits while she stood in front of me. She was still wearing her short skirt and while it was sexy it still covered my real goal.

Sarah glanced down at my stiff cock, glistening from her juices as it jutted out towards her, and then seemed to make up her mind. She turned and went around the sofa, bent forward and grasped its back. I smiled and moved quickly round behind her, loving the sight of this young babysitter bending over in front of me. Her skirt was covering her ass and pussy and now was the time to make her give herself to me.

"Pull up your skirt Sarah, and open your legs", I said.

She let go of the sofa with one hand and pulled up her skirt so it rested on her back, revealing her soft sexy ass and her pink, tight pussy to me. She shuffled her feet apart a bit giving me an even better view of her sex.

"Wider," I told her, and she obeyed, moving her legs wider still while I moved up close behind her. Her young pussy was still wet, and it seemed to draw me closer.

I held onto my cock and rubbed my smooth cock head along her pussy lips again and teased her with my cock. She started moving her ass, rubbing her pussy against me, eager now to have me back inside her. She was giving herself to me.

"Please Mr Matthews, I need you inside me," she was pleading now, turned on and needing to be fucked.

I lined up my cock at her entrance and pushed forward, and my cock swiftly sank into her young tight pussy, while my hands grabbed her waist and held her as I penetrated her sexy body. I heard her groan as I slid up inside her pussy, deeper than before. This position, with her bent over my sofa gave me room to fuck deep into her body. I held her still and started to thrust repeatedly into her, her blond hair hanging from her head on both sides and across her back while we fucked.

I needed to fuck her hard and I did. I held onto her skirt waistband and started to pull her back against me every time I forced my cock deep inside her slim body. My hips slapped against her sexy ass each time I pistoned into her, and I heard myself grunting each time I bottomed out inside her tight pussy. She was also moaning with every stroke of my cock, and she was getting louder as we fucked harder and harder.

I reached up with one hand and grabbed some of her long blond hair, pulling back gently, bringing up her head so she arched her back while I fucked her.

"Yes, yes, yes." Sarah called out as I rammed my cock into her young hot pussy again and again, now even deeper inside her.

Suddenly she gave out a low moan and ground her ass back at me, forcing me to stay deep inside her and I could feel the clenching of her pussy around my cock as she came. I held still while she moved against me, the feel of her tight pussy contracting around my cock was almost too much for me, and I could feel the cum rising up in my balls. I couldn't help but start thrusting again, fucking this babysitter again, thrusting hard and deep into her.

Sarah started moaning again, pushing back against my hard thrusts and I felt my cock swell up even larger inside her. One last deep thrust and I pulled back, out of her hot pussy, and I grabbed my cock with my hand.

With a groan I came, and my cum spurted out of my cock and the first spray shot up and over her ass and onto her back. The second spurt was even harder and faster and my cum landed in her clean blond hair. I felt her wince in surprise, but Sarah was good, and didn't move from her bent over position in front of me. The next few spurts of cum landed on her sexy soft ass, and I watched in pleasure while I covered her ass with my hot white cum.

Gradually I stopped cumming and looked at the mess I had made of Sarah's ass, short skirt, smooth back and blond hair. I had really marked this beautiful babysitter as mine. Grabbing some tissues from a box on a nearby cupboard I cleaned up my cock and pulled my trousers back on. Then I set to wiping Sarah, carefully mopping up my cum.

"That was good. I liked the feel of your cum on me," Sarah spoke quietly while I cleaned her. I felt my cock twitch when she said that but I knew there wasn't time for more. At least not tonight.

Sarah grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom to finish cleaning up and to get dressed while I quickly made sure everything in our lounge was tidy and showed no signs of our frantic fucking.

By the time my wife returned from the theater everything was clean and I was sitting chatting and watching TV with Sarah as if we hadn't just finished fucking each other. Sarah and I went out to the car while my wife checked on our baby (who was sleeping soundly, thank goodness). I did have a moment of panic when I saw that there were clearly visible stains on the back of Sarah's skirt which was obviously from my cum, but fortunately my wife didn't notice anything.

So I dropped Sarah safely back at her house and I drive home content, thinking back to a wonderful evening fucking this beautiful, blond, eighteen year old babysitter..

110 First Time With My Sister

stlimanika

I'll just start out by saying that I understand some may think it's wrong, however the taboo perversion of it still sits fondly in my memory. It happened years ago when I was a hormone induced teenager and constantly horny. From what I can remember I would jerk off at least once or twice daily. My sister and I had the typical sibling relationship where we were almost always fighting or arguing. For me she possessed the typical sister-nausea that comes with being siblings. However, it was hard to ignore that she did have a beautiful body. Had I not been her brother, I would definitely give her a look.

Because it was such a strong emotional event for me, I remember it very well. We were only a year apart in age and over 18 when it first happened. The first time it happened my sister was sick and taking medication at the time. She had missed a few days of classes and was a disgusting mess from lying in bed, not showering, and non-stop coughing. It was in the evening and Lisa had just gotten out of the shower. Mom and Dad went out for the evening, leaving a phone number in case we needed to reach them. After her typically long shower, Lisa took her medicine and laid down in her bed.

The phone rang and I picked it up. It was my mom checking in to see how Lisa was doing. I reluctantly (after all her room was swimming with germs) opened Lisa's door to hand her the phone. Her TV was on with the lights off and she appeared to be sleeping. I called for her from the doorway but she did not respond. My mom told me that the medicine she was taking helped her sleep, so she was probably out. I stepped into her room and stood over Lisa, who was covered with a sheet. I shook her, but still no response. I relayed the information to my mom and she told me to let her sleep.

I started for the door and turned back just to see if she was faking. Part of me thought she WAS faking, because that's something she would do. So I walked back over to her and shook her again, but still no response. Still thinking that she was faking it, I reached down and pulled her sheet from her. Still no movement from her. I looked down, somewhat shocked as Lisa laid there on her side with one leg stretched across the bed. She was wearing only a night shirt which had crept up past her waist and her panties were fully visible. Although I knew Lisa was attractive, it was the first time I really looked at her in a sexual way.

Still not knowing if she was faking to be asleep or not, I reached down again and shook her from her hip. Still no movement. She was facing away from me, so I was really staring at just her body - her ass in particular. Because there was no response from her, I was convinced that she was really asleep and not faking it. I turned to the door and then looked back at her again, this time I had a different angle looking more at her pussy through her panties. I could see the crack over her pussy lips through her panties and my dick started to grow. It was the first time I had gotten sexually arouse from looking at my sister.

I turned and walked back to her bed, kneeling down next to her so that I could get a closer look at her pussy. Up until that point I had never seen a pussy for real, other than pictures or movies, and definitely hadn't touched one. I stared at Lisa's ass and panties, just inches in front of me. A REAL pussy. Not just some picture. She smelled good, just coming out of the shower, and my dick was fully erect. I grabbed my dick trying to ease the pressure that had built from within me.

I then reached out and softly touched her leg, this time not wanting to wake her. There was no response so my hand moved to her ass. I felt the softness of her panties and the contour of her beautiful ass. I then moved my hand down and rubbed her pussy. I can remember her pussy feeling very warm, much warmer than the feeling of her ass or outer thigh. I rubbed the length of her pussy, from the top of her ass to under her clit. I did this for a while and then had to see her pussy, under her panties.

I pulled her panties aside and stared, just inches from my very first look at a real, living pussy. Her pussy was smooth and warm. I ran my finger again the length of her pussy, feeling the softness. She did look amazing. I continued rubbing her and worked my fingers into the folds of her pussy lips. Her pussy was warm and wet. I brought my finger to my nose and sniffed. It smelled like perfume, or the shampoo she had just used. I then brought my finger to my mouth and tasted her wetness. I can remember that there really wasn't much of a taste, yet it tasted incredible. I returned my finger to her pussy several times, each time tasting her juices. Then I pushed my finger into her pussy. I can remember how tight her pussy felt around my finger, and how warm and wet she felt.

Looking back, I'm surprised that I wasn't more concerned that she might wake up. But I was lost in teenage hormonal lust. I wanted nothing more at that moment but to taste her, to actually feel her pussy on my tongue. But in the position she was lying in, it just couldn't happen. So I pulled her panties back into place, and then reached down and grabbed her leg and repositioned her so that she was lying on her back.

I can remember looking down at her and getting a disgusting sickly feeling in my gut as I looked at her face. At that moment she was my gross sister and I was nauseated. But then I looked down at her body laying there, her shirt pulled up to her skinny waste and clad in her panties, and my dick took over once again.

I reached over and pulled her sheet up over her face so that I didn't have to look at her face, but only her body and I quickly fell back into lust mode. I looked down, staring at her nipples poking through her thin white nightshirt. I reached down, lifting her shirt up, peering under to see her perfectly round tits. I pulled her shirt up so that her tits where in full view. My hand lowered and softly touched her tits, gently squeezing her nipples. My hand then trailed down to her panties and I gently touched her pussy through her panties. I then pulled the hem of her panties open, looking inside to see a small patch of thin pubic hair neatly trimmed above her clit.

My hand pushed under her panties and my fingers pushed into the folds of her pussy lips again. Her pussy was amazingly warm and wet. I leaned down again, smelling her pussy and getting a close look. I then pulled her panties to one side and just stared at her pussy. Leaning down I licked the length of her pussy. It was incredible.

I continued to lick her, pushing my tongue as far and as deep as I could into her pussy. I'm not sure how long I licked her, but I didn't want to stop. I was like a dog in heat. I started uncontrollably pushing my cock against her bed as I licked her. I began to get boulder and pushed my finger into her pussy, then two. I was mesmerized at what I was doing.

As I was pushing my finger slowly into her tight pussy, I began to think about fucking her. In no time I wanted nothing more than to fuck her. But I was afraid that I would wake her. And if she woke up, all hell would brake loose for sure. But I was possessed with lust and had to feel her. I pulled her legs up and spread wide. I knelt on the bed, positioning myself just between her legs. I looked down as she laid there, motionless. Her body looked so damn hot.

With my dick in hand, I slowly brought it to her pussy, softly rubbing it up and down the length of her pussy. I was still really scared that I would wake her, and didn't want to push too fast or far. I continued gently rubbing my cock against her pussy until it eventually was coated with her wetness. Then I did it. I started to push my cock into her, warm, wet pussy. I slowly pushed it in. It felt incredible. Warm, tight and wet. I slowly withdrew and then pushed all the way in. I repeated this maybe five times, fucking her, and then it hit me. Out of nowhere I had an intense orgasm. Uncontrollably I pushed into her as I came. I really don't know how she didn't wake, but she remained still through it all. I pulled out of her and left her room, not even thinking that my cum was imbedded within her, and most likely oozing out filling her panties.

The next morning she questioned if anybody had gone in her room. My mom answered that she did check on her when she got home, but then she asked my dad and I. I'm sure my face must have been three shades of red, but I told her that I went in to wake her when Mom had called but she was sleeping. I couldn't look at her for fear of what might happen, but nothing more was said.

A few days later, my sister was feeling much better. Because of what had happened, I started to look at my sister in a different way. The second time I had sex with her was several days after the first. I thought about it almost constantly after that first time, but there wasn't ever a good time to pursue it. It was actually driving me crazy. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her again.

Several days after the first time is when it happened. It was late and everybody was asleep in bed. I however was awake and horny as usual. I walked to the bathroom and passed by my sister's room. i was possessed by the thought and walked into her room. She was laying on her back covered with her sheet. I walked in and sat on her bed. She didn't wake up. I then pulled her sheets aside. Her one leg was slightly bent and her nightshirt was pulled up high so that I could see her panties.

I honestly don't know what took over me, but I reached down and gently touched her pussy through her panties. I rubbed her pussy, feeling he softness of her panties and the warmth emitting from her pussy. After a short time of rubbing her, she moaned and pushed her hips up to meet my fingers. I looked at her and could barely see she had briefly opened her eyes, but then closed them again.

I continued rubbing her pussy and she just laid there. Then her hips again pushed up to my hand. I started putting more pressure against her clit as I rubbed her. As I did her breathing became louder. She turned her head away from me and he hips began moving in more of rhythm. I continued putting gently pressure against her clit and then her body shook as she must have been having an orgasm.

It was almost when she was in the middle of her orgasm, that she turned on her side facing away from me. Not a word was said, but her heavy breathing still echoed in the quiet room. I sat there, on the edge of he bed with my cock painfully erect in my hand.

After a short moment I again reached down and started rubbing her pussy from behind. I pulled her panties to one side and felt her wetness. I then slowly knelt behind her and attempted to position my cock to her pussy. She shifted slightly which allowed me better access. I briefly rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy lips, coating it with her juices. I then slowly pushed my cock into her.

It was an incredible feeling. She was very tight, and wet and warm. As I pushed into her she let out deep breath. Her back arched as she pushed back against me. I withdrew from her and then slowly pushed back in, as deep as I could. She let out a soft moan. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. I pushed into her and she back against me. Then I quickened the pace and was hit with a very strong orgasm. My cock pushed as far and deep as I could as I emptied a full load of cum within her. When I was done, I pulled my cock from her and went back to my room. Not a word was said that night between her and I, but we both succumbed to evils of taboo incest..

111 The Pleasure Car

thendral

This is my first submission to literotica. This is an incest story illustrate a love between mom and her son. You are advised to skip this if you don't like. This is a fictious story and not related to anyone else. I eagerly wait for your comments regarding this story. You may sent your opinion also to my e-mail id

I wake up in the early morning. It was a Sunday. Today I complete 18 and entering into 19. Yes it is my 19th birthday today. From today I am not a boy; I became a man and I can take my own decision.

I am Prakash, doing my engineering degree course at Chennai. I came to my native Madurai, for the semester vacation, where my parents live in. It was the month of June and it is still hot like a summer.

My father is working in a bank, as a manager. He is very fair complexion, lean and skeleton structure.

My mother Manjula a beautician is doing her work from the home. Normally she undertook bridal make-up at the customers' place. She was a beautiful lady at her age of 36. She maintained her structure as if a woman of 25 years old. Probably she may measure 34-28-36. She also with a fairy complexion

My next sister Anu was 15 years old and the younger one Renu 13 years old.

My grandma was 65 years of age, also living with us. She is a little stout lady.

My sister Anu completed her SSLC with district first. Her ambition is to join medicine degree course after completing her higher secondary course. Since, a very good score is required in higher secondary to get admission in MBBS, my father got admission to her in a famous residential school near Erode which is 3 hours driving from our place. She has to join the hostel today.

My father decided to start in the afternoon at 2pm by our car, so as to leave her at hostel before 6pm in the evening.

I finished my bath by 7am itself and got ready to go to temple to offer special prayer in the temple.

My sisters and grandma were getting ready and they may ready in half an hour time.

I went to my parents' room. It was locked inside. I knocked the door. I heard 'wait a minute' a voice from my mom. After a while she opened the door. She wrapped herself with a bath towel which sparingly covered her beautiful structure. She masked her entire body and face to bleach her. I imacined she my be naked while I am knocking the door.

'Mom, Are you not ready?' I asked her.

'Sorry my dear; I am preparing myself for the outing today. You go with your father, grandma and sisters; it will take further one or two hour for me to get ready" she replied.

By the time my dad came out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel. He finished his bathing. He greeted me and said he will be ready by 15 minutes.

After a while we all except my mom went to the temple and offered special prayer on the occasion of my birthday. We finished our breakfast in a hotel and returned back. My mom was still in her make-up.

Ours is a small car which has the capacity of 5 people in all. All the members in our family wished to go with her. So I decided to stay back at home due to want of room in the car. But my sister compelled me to come with her and she told she will adjust in the front seat along with my younger sister.

By 2pm we got ready. My mother, in her make-up, looked like an angel. Nobody can assume that she is mother of three children. She dressed up with a see through synthetic sari. Her blouse was exposed her cleavage through the sari beautifully. The blouse cupped her tits exactly. The small prints above the sari fit with her belly and seem to be she tattooed her stomach.

The pallu of the sari folded neatly and pinned on the shoulder of her blouse. The blouse sloped down up to the tip of the nipples and made a perfect curve at the bottom were visible from her left side.

Her free hair neatly trimmed at the bottom just below her shoulder. It divided into three parts. Two parts were rolling on her tits both side and the middle portion swaying on her back.

The blouse on her back reduced as much as possible with a low cut to show her bare back at a maximum. She tied both shoulder ends of the blouse with a tussle which hanged right below her neck up to her waist. The sari rested on her hips at the lowest possible level exposing her midriff which narrowed at her waist and flared into wide hips.

Her navel and the curved hips exposed may induce any male looking at her. She walked in front of me to the car. The mild smell of the perfume when she crossed seduced me a little. Her buttocks undulated and seduced me. Her arms, hips and the entire exposed part of her body were lustrous and shiny like a marble.

There was lots of luggage with us essential for her stay in hostel. We dumped almost all the luggage in the trunk of the car. Some luggage left behind along with a bed roll which couldn't hold in the trunk. We dumped some of the luggage in the foot room and kept the bed roll upright in the middle of the back seat.

My sisters take their position in the front seat. My grandma sat behind the driver's seat. There was only one back seat left over. So I asked my mom to occupy the seat, and said that I will be leaving behind at home. But my sister was adamant that I must accompany with her. My father told me to adjust the back seat with my mother. So I entered in the car, and my mom sat on my lap.

By 2.15pm we started from our place. My father drove the car. My mom sat on my lap and her back shoulder was very close to my nose. I feel a mesmerizing smell from her body by the perfume she used. I rounded her hips with my hand above her sari just below the midriff. Almost we both weigh the same about 50 kgs. She was charmful with her sari and in the make-up.

Now my father drove the car in a deviation road because of highway work in progress. The road had ups and down and the car swayed along its way. I couldn't control myself to hold my hands firmly on my mom's waist. It moved up and down and my arms frequently pressed her voluptuous breasts. My cheeks and lips felt the softness of her bare back which aroused me up.

My cock is a bigger one. My friends nick named me as 'Gajakkol Pandy' a common term used in our side for the persons with giant cock (gaja- elephant, kol- stick). It always bulge on the left side of my pants.

My mom may already feel my thickness with her ass as she sat right above my cock. As she was moving and brushing on me and with her bums, I feel my stick thickens. It was slowly growing up and lifting in the gap between her large bums. I could not have a control over it. I thought my mother too feel the same. It embarrassed me a little. To protect the sanctity between the mother and son, I asked my father to stop the car to have a rest and then to proceed, since my thighs are getting pain. My father said, there is no time to take rest since we have to report the hostel before 6pm.

My mom told that she will take me on her lap for a while. I agreed because I shall have a little relief and in the mean time the cock may come into its normal condition.

We changed our position and continued. My mom's positioned her hand on my lap right over my cock. I leaned forward and rested my chin on the back rest of the front seat to avoid pressing her huge boobs with my back. But to my surprise, I feel her fingers rolling on my cock gently feeling the thickness of it. It aroused me further and my cock again thickening. This time it thickened like a rock and grown to its maximum.

I was tempted and leaned myself towards her and pressed the breasts gently with my back. Her hold on my cock tightened further. I confirmed that she is in an erotic mood. I decided to have some fun with her. I told my father, that I am alright now and I will take my earlier position.

My mom shifted over to my lap again. This time I put my hand inside the sari, and placed my palm on the soft bare belly. She convulsed a little. I moved my fingers rounded on her navel and rubbed with my chin on the bare back below her neck. I slowly lifted my hand on the bottom side of her tits above the midriff and felt the softness of them. I draw lines around the rims of her breast with my fingers.

The rear view mirror in the center was hidden by the bed roll. I confirmed my father or my grandma couldn't watch us from any of their position. I moved up my hand and cupped one of her breast. I bit her ear lopes with my lips. My mother moaned a little and leaned forward to make my hands freely handle her breast. It was tightly secured in her blouse making dangerous curves. I tweaked the nipples with my fingers. This time she moaned a little louder. My father asked, "what" thinking that she is telling something. She coolly replied that she murmuring some songs.

My finger now unhooked the bottom two hooks of her blouse and pushed it up over her bra. Now I felt the round firm and big breast over her bra. I the bra was so thin layered. I thought the firmness of her breast may due to pads which were used to show them firm and rigid. But to my surprise she didn't had such things and all I am seeing was original.

I caressed it gently. She loosened and twisted her body a little. Now I tried to lift the bra up. It was very tight and fit her boobs exactly and doesn't move up. My mom bends a little and showed her back to me. Now my other hand came into action. That moved into her blouse in the backside and unhooked the bra. Now I lifted the bra up in the front. Her tits peeped out. It was like soft dough. I kneaded the dough. With the other hand I rounded her belly and played in the navel groove with my fingers. I clawed the belly button.

My mother was in a horny mood now. She twisted her legs in deep breath. Now she held my hand which was playing and pushed it down inside her sari. She took a deep breath and loosened her belly; it eased my effort to push down my hand in between her belly and the sari. Now I reached her vagina inside her panties.

It was shaved; may be a couple of days or three. The slightly crown up her public hair was stiff and thorny. I brushed my finger over it which gives a nice crispy feeling. She tightened her thighs against my hand. My middle finger now tapped the clitoris. I tweaked it with my fingers. I slowly inserted my middle finger into the slit of her cunt. It moved in easily and slipped into her deeply. My finger was wet with her vaginal fluid.

I stroked my fingers up and down slowly. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lower lips with her teeth. I increased my speed further and stroked heavily in her pussy. She hardly pressed my hand with her from the top of her sari and tightened her thighs. Her body convulse a little in the telltale signs of her orgasm. Now I twisted and screwed the clits. She moaned in whisper.

Now I took out my finger and rested all my fingers on the top of her pussy. My other hand is still caressing her breasts. She stopped my hands from doing further and relaxed herself a little. She pulled my hand from her vagina lifted herself and adjusted her sari, pulling down her blouse over her breasts and fastened the hooks of it. The strap of the bra on her back peeped out of the blouse. I pushed them inside her blouse. After a little while my father stopped the car for a coffee which was desperately needed by us. I rushed to the bathroom to piss.

It was just half an hour journey from there to our destination. My mom asked me to sit on her lap for the remaining trip. We did so and father started the car. My mom rounded her hand on my lap. Her palm was over the top of my penis on the bulged pants. She held my member with her hand and felt the thickness of it by rolling it.

She pushed down the zipper and inserted her hands into my briefs. My mom's other hand hugged me tightly against her breast. I felt the softness of her breast; it further tempted my cock. It became thicker and thicker and grown to its maximum. All my blood ran into my cock. She pulled it out.

"Yours' is so big" She murmured into my ears.

Now my mother rounded the cock with her palm. Her fingers pushed back the foreskin of it. The rounded head on the piss hole partly peeped out from the skin. Her finger split it apart and smoothly clawed over it. She pushed the foreskin further. I grunted and leaned and pressed her boobs tightly with my back.

Slowly she stroked my penis. She slowly increased the speed and now vigorously. I burst out and my semen threaded out in a rhythmic interval. She covered her hand over it and held it all in her palm. She showed the thick liquid to me before my face, smelled it and licked it lightly. She through the balance out of the window and cleaned her hand and my cock with her hand kerchief. She pushed it back into its position and zipped my pants.

We reached the school by 6pm. Around 8.30 we finished our formalities had our dinner there itself. We left my sister Anu in her room and started our journey around 9pm.

Now my younger sister occupied the front seat comfortably. Myself and my grandma sat in the back seat, leaving mom in the center. I was right behind my dad. With in 10 minutes my sister and grandma fell asleep.

My mom rested her head on my shoulder. I rounded her neck with my left hand and my palm was right over her left breast cupping it gently then and there without the notice of others. My mom bit my ear lope gently. Then she asked whether she had a sleep in my lap. I asked her to do so. She leaned on to my lap. I put my left hand over her bum and kneaded it. I inserted my right hand in between her armpit and hold her voluptuous breast.

She zipped down the pants and pulled my cock out of my briefs. It was stiff and hard like a rock. She pushed down the foreskin and rounded the head with her fingers. She took the cock into her mouth and sucked it. I unhooked the entire hooks her blouse, released her breasts from the bra and pressed her them hardly with my hand. I tweaked the nipple of her tits and rounded the areola with my fingers.

She now put the entire cock into her mouth and moved her head gently up and down. Her mouth was filled with her saliva. It gave a warmth feeling to my member.

My dad slowly stopped the car by a side and get out of it. The lights inside automatically lit up. I pulled my mom head holding her chin and put my cock urgently into my pants and pulled up the zip. My father disappeared behind the bonnet of the car. My mother realized the situation a little bit late. She covered her boobs with the sari and fastened the hooks and asked me to go there to see what happened.

I alight from the car and went to my father. It was the radiator which was too hot and boiling. We wait for 10 minutes until it cool and pour some water into it and again started. This time my dad drove slowly, watching the dash board frequently for the temperature. It was slowly rising.

We came through a small town. My father watched out for a mechanic. Since it was around 10.30 pm there was no shop opened and couldn't find a mechanic. He saw a small lodge on the way and stopped the car there. He said it is not wise to continue the journey further and hence we stay there and start tomorrow morning. Every body got out of the car.

There was only one room available at that lodge. The lodge manager told that there is no lodge available in that town except this. So we checked in there.

The room was too small it is only 10'x10' size. One side it was occupied with a 4' wide cot. My sister fell on the cot and continued her sleep as if nothing happened. My grandma lay next to her. The room was not properly ventilated and it was so sultry. I removed my T-Shirt and decided to sleep bare body. My dad takes his regular medicines. My mom took my t-shirt and disappeared in the bathroom.

The room boy provided us with an extra bed. It was only2' wide. My father put it on the other side of the room leaving a space between the cot and the bed. He laid and slept by the sedation given by the medicine he consumed. If he takes drugs he will not woke in the middle.

My mother came out of the bathroom. She unrobed her sari, blouse and her lingerie. She wore only my t-shirt on the top and petticoat on her waist. The t-shirt was tightly fitted with her tits showing the nipples protruding out. It also showed the curves and slopes of her voluptuous breasts with more glamour. She walked to her bed. The boobs were swayed inside the t-shirt. The undulating bums of her made me mad.

My grandma asked her to sleep to her next in the cot and allotted her a little space. My mom adjusted to have her body inside the cot. She laid by her side facing my grandma. I switched off the lights and laid down next to my father on a linen. The room was sufficiently illuminated with the outside lights. My mom slept folding her limps. In this process her buttocks were protruded outside the cot and also to the reach of my hand. I laid sideways facing my mom's back.

It was almost half past eleven. Everybody was fast asleep. But I didn't have sleep. I was hornier and the incidents happen today came into my mind one by one. I looked into my mom's back. It was curvier and invited to catch hold of it. I couldn't control myself. I moved my hands up and hold one of her ass and pressed it. There was a slight movement from my mom.

I got up and sat besides her. My hand reached to her toe. I gently rubbed it and slowly raising my hand on her calf muscle. My hand relentlessly moved over her legs inside her petticoat and reached the velveteen thigh in between her huge bums. I moved a little forward to reach her labial lips; she opened her legs slightly so as to do that. I understand that my mom was not sleeping. She was enjoying what I did to her.

I inserted one of my fingers into her vaginal opening and tapped the clits. She tightened her legs. I lifted the t-shirt little, kissed her in the waist and rubbed my face against in the waist.

She turned towards me. I had taken out the hands from her pussy. I lifted the t- shirt up and got one of her breast into my mouth; rounded the areola with the tongue; sucked her breast holding by hand. I bit her nipples. I heard the moaning sound my mom; she too more horny now. She held my head and pressed against her. She kissed my head while I sucking her breast. I caught the lower lip with my lips and chewed it. She held my head tightly and inserted and rounded her tongue inside my mouth.

There was a little sound from my grandma. My mom pushed my back my head and lowered her t-shirt. I leaned forward and hide myself from the cot and I laid in the earlier position. I waited for sometime until I hear the sleeping sound of my grandma. I put my hand over my mom and pulled her towards me. She hesitated a little; but I was very adamant and pulled her down over me. She slipped from the cot and slowly fell on me.

I hugged her eagerly and kissed allover her face. I cupped her lower lip with my lips and chewed it. Inserted my tongue inside her and rotated it; spit into her mouth. She also kissed me in the mouth in a French passion and we exchanged our saliva to each other.

I rolled her down and lifted the petticoat and rolled over her waist and went down between her legs and licked her pussy with my tongue. She twisted her legs. I spread them by hands and rubbed my face against her thorny pussy. I moved my chin over her cunt and felt crispy. My hand went inside the t-shirt rounded the navel bud, massaged her soft belly. Then it went up and moved over the joining of her midriff and tits. I cupped the round bottom of it and slightly squeezed it.

Mom pulled me up and unzipped the trouser. Her hand released my rocky stick out of the briefs and guided it to her vaginal opening. The head of penis was on the top of the labial lips of her pussy. She pressed my ass. I gently pushed it into her. There was a groin pain on my penis while I doing it. I grunted a little and pushed it harder into her. At last it went inside her pussy lubricated with her vaginal fluid. Due to pain I rested myself on her for a while.

My mom whispered "what happened my boy". I said 'nothing" and started stroking slowly into her.

By this time my grandma wake up of the moaning sound of my mom and asked, "Manju where are you". My mom pulled me towards her and held me tightly and stopped my movement. She replied "I am sleeping down ma; there is no sufficient place there". "Don't play nasty; remember your son is sleeping next to you" she warned her, thinking my mom is doing with dad. I didn't afraid of her because I know her vision was poor in the nights. She can't even identify the person right in front of her during nights.

My mom afraid a little and pushed me beside her. We kept quite for a little. During this pause my mom take my penis in her hand and felt the sticky fluid over it. She watched in the dim light. It was my blood red in color; come out due to tearing of the foreskin of my cock while pushing it into her. "Is it your first time" she whispered in anxiety. I said "yes it is". She was very happy and kissed allover my face.

Now she came over me. She inserted my cock into her and moved up and down with her buttocks. There was a little sound while doing this. She stopped jumping over me and slide her body up and down over mine. Her breasts inside the t-shirt swayed on my chest.. She held me tightly for a while and pressing her pussy tightly against my cock. She breathed louder. Her shoulder went up and down. She convulse on the telltale sign of her orgasm.

She slide down from me and fell next to my dad laying sideways facing him. Her back was facing me. I rubbed her smooth huge buttocks and rounded it with my hand. My inserted my last finger a little into her ass hole. She grunted and twisted a little. I hugged her with me so that my cock pressed against her bare bums I lifted the thigh apart and pushed my cock into her pussy from her back. Her labial lips held it tightly.

I stroked my cock in her cunt and fucked her from the back as dogs are doing. My body felt a sudden jerk on the release of my semen. I tightly hold my member inside her and pumped into her vagina with my manly fluid. We rested for a while on the same position until my cock lose it temper and slipped out of her pussy. I went fast asleep rounded my hands on her breasts.

When I got up in the morning I saw mom took bath and dressed nicely with her sari. Her free hair flew in the air. I said good morning to her. My father already went out in search of a mechanic.

We both stood on the balcony and commented each other about the incident yesterday. My mom complemented my cock for it thickness and length.

She told "your father's will be like this", showing me her last finger. "I couldn,t feel anything whenever it is inside my pussy! Ohh! Yours' tore my cunt" she added further.

"No mom it is yours which tore mine" I replied.

"Come to home I will wrap it with bandage" she said with a smile.

We both laughed louder. By the time my dad came set right everything. We started to home. It was an unmemorable birthday of mine. I thought, my mother complemented herself, was the great present, I ever had on my birthday..

112 Making Room for the Art

MaryAnderson

Over the years of I've enjoyed a number of Literotica stories in which a mother and son become sexually involved after circumstances force the former to sit on the latter's lap during a long car ride, Mom Takes A Ride by NakdSalr and Sitting on My Son's Lap by retired04 among them. (No slight is intended to the many other fine such stories I fail to mention here). This is my first contribution to the genre and my first aunt - nephew story, another story-line I've been wanting to try.

The women are based on two friends of mine, the events a complete invention.

As always, all story characters involved in sexual activities are eighteen years of age or older.

"I didn't realize how small it was."

The "it" was my truck, a Toyota Tacoma. The speaker, my new bother-in-law, Patrick. He was wealthy and I guess when he'd heard I had a pick-up truck he'd assumed it would be top-of-the-line. But I was not wealthy. I was 26, a full time X-Ray technician, and a part time personal trainer. I preferred the latter, but I was just getting started and a girl needs to make a living.

My sister Jasmine, fourteen years older than me (there's an intervening brother and sister), has just escaped a bad marriage to a decided loser and swearing not to make the same mistake twice, traded on her looks and targeted Patrick, who was twenty years her elder, very conservative, quite well-off, and as far as I could tell a perfectly nice man. He had, however, either forgotten or never known how most of us lived.

The plan was for the five of us - me, Patrick, Jasmine, her son Andrew, and his live-in girl friend Magda - to spend a week at a house Patrick owned on a lake in Northern Arizona. It was a sort of get-to-know-you gathering; Patrick and Jasmine's courtship had been intense and short; we learned about the marriage by e-mail. However, Patrick and Jasmine's arrival had been delayed by last minute hic-ups in a subdivision deal he was closing. For this reason Andrew, Magda, and I, who had arrived at the cabin two days before, had driven back to Flagstaff to meet Patrick and Jasmine at the airport. What we hadn't counted on was that Patrick had shipped a number of items for the house, including several original works of art which could "most definitely not ride in the bed of a truck." And while we could fit them in the back seat, they left very little room.

As I said, Patrick was a conservative man and had been adamant that Magda and Andrew would not sleep together while under his roof, explaining that I, as the adult, was responsible for making sure they did not until he arrived. Personally, I could give a shit; I had nothing against pre-marital sex and had just ended a three year relationship held together, at the end, only by the anticipation of the great make-up sex after each fight, but to my surprise Magda and Andrew did not put up a fuss. Madga agreed to share a ground floor bedroom with me; Andrew slept in another bedroom down the hall. The second floor master bedroom, the one with the porch overlooking the lake, was verboten to visitors.

On the first day at the lake there Magda and Andrew boarded a canoe to explore. I sat on the deck with my Kindle. Occasionally I'd look up, but they'd disappeared. After awhile, a little curious and a bit worried, I fetched some binoculars and scanned the lake, finally spying the canoe, obscured by a few trees, pulled ashore a small island. I also found Magda and Andrew, naked on a blanket, lying next to each other, looking very happy. Little doubt what they'd been doing and the rule was no sex in the house; Patrick has said nothing about islands. I put the binoculars down, but kept glancing at the island and curiosity finally got the best of me. I picked up the binoculars and found Magda sitting astride Andrew, happily bouncing up and done on his fully recovered penis. I knew I shouldn't spy, but it'd been awhile. Watching, I slipped a hand inside my shorts and brought myself off.

And the next morning, when they announced they were going exploring, I did it again, this time with a more powerful pair of binoculars.

At my instigation we had left for Flagstaff several hours early; I wanted to hit a gym; there was no weight room on the lake. Magda and Andrew worked out on treadmills, Andrew jogging and Magda walking. When done I checked the flight schedules, Patrick and Jasmine's flight was going to be an hour late; we had time to kill. Magda suggested a steam. Sounded great.

Madga and I stripped, grabbed some towels, and I followed her to the steam room, looking at her, thinking that two women could hardly look less alike. I'm petite; four feet ten inches tall and 93 nicely muscled pounds which include (I will immodestly add) quite a substantial pair of breasts. My skin is pale, my eyes blue, and my features, except for a long narrow nose that evenly divides my face, small. Madga was of Palestinian descent. While far from fat, she was a much bigger woman than I, five feet nine inches tall, curvy, with substantial arms, legs, and torso. Her eyes were a dark intense brown, her skin olive, and her facial features large and pronounced, big mouth, thick heavy lips, big eyes, and a flat wide nose. Her hair, unlike my neat bob, was thick and black and curvy and poured off her head like a waterfall. She was not a classic beauty, but there was something exotic and sexy about her.

I had liked her from the moment we'd met. Hands-on, she made pottery, cooked, kept an extensive and verdant vegetable garden; she was also uninhibited, funny, raunchy, smart, and had a laugh that occupied her entire body. This was the first time I'd gotten to talk to her alone and our conversation was free flowing, touching on our history, recent beaus, hopes for the future. Madga was studying child psychology with the ambition of becoming an expert in adoption. As to her history, while she was not all that specific, I was left with the impression that it was a bit wilder than mine. I'd seen her make love twice, I believed her.

After the steam room we showered. I put on a light blue dress - short, sleeveless, buttons up the front - perfect for the heat. Madga pulled some jeans over her shapely butt and donned a white tank top. We met Andrew, wearing baggy shorts and a tee-shirt, outside.

So back to our story: we were at the airport and we had a problem. It was my truck and I knew I should drive, but my newly dignified sister and her fully dignified husband were not going to consent to be crammed in the back seat. I proposed that Patrick drive, he knew the way, and that Jasmine sit up front with him; that left the back seat for the three of us.

We stared at the narrow space. Finally, I said it, "I'll sit on Andrew's lap."

"I can do it," Madga said.

"No, it makes the most sense for me. I'm the smallest."

No one could argue with that logic.

Jasmine said, "If you get uncomfortable we can stop and you can stretch your legs."

Patrick did not seem entirely comfortable with that, he did not seem a stopping-kind-of-guy, but nodded his agreement and we took off. It was already late, the sky black.

As we pulled out of the small airport I moved around on Andrew's lap, found a comfortable position, turned to Andrew, "How ya doin'?"

"Fine, no problem."

I looked to my left, saw Madga and the bundles piled next to her.

"Patrick can you see well enough to drive?"

He checked the rear view mirror, adjusted it upwards so he could look over the art. "Not perfect, but we should be fine. How are you?"

I wiggled a bit, testing my perch. "Fine, your step-son is surprisingly comfortable."

He didn't laugh.

We drove along. Magda and Andrew held hands for awhile, then started playing footsie. He placed his hand atop her thigh. She ran a finger along the side of his. They smiled at each other, a covetous smile. I gave Madga my best "knock it off" look. She smiled back at me.

Up front Andrew was talking on his cell phone, something about the subdivision, occasionally complaining about the poor reception; Jasmine was texting. Andrew's hand drifted from atop to the inside of Madga's thigh. Madga sighed and lightly dragged her fingers along his leg.

I knew what it was to be young and in love, but was not comfortable sitting in Andrew's lap watching them start to paw each other.

"Jasmine, how 'bout..."

"Please Liz, keep it down, Patrick can barely hear now and these calls are important."

So much for my plan to derail Andrew and Magda by drawing Jasmine and Patrick's attention to the back seat.

Andrew's hand moved up Madga's leg; Madga's touch on Andrew's leg grew firmer. And then I felt it. Andrew was getting hard. I looked back at him; he looked at me and shrugged his shoulder, like there was nothing he could do about it. l repositioned my ass, trying to break the contact, but Andrew soon shifted his position and his penis was pressed to my butt, growing, getting harder. I looked to my left. Magda's eyes were closed, Andrew's hand had worked to within an inch of her sex. I poked her, wanting them to stop, but she only placed her hand atop my thigh in a calming gesture.

My nephew kept growing. I shifted again, now he was lodged in the crack of my ass, growing, getting bigger. How big was it going to get? I'd seen it through the binoculars; I'd thought it was impressive, but it seemed much larger now.

I looked down, tried to organize my thoughts. How do I get out of this? Madga's hand flexed and she dragged the tip of her index finger along the top of my thigh, moving my short dress a couple of inches up my leg. I twisted at the waist, involuntarily clenching my ass cheeks on my nephew's penis - he gasped - and covered her large hand with my own, trying to hold it in place. Madga, however, was surprisingly strong - there might be something to this gardening - and her fingertips continued to play on my skin. Now fully erect, Andrew's penis jumped a couple of times. Was he flexing it on purpose? Andrew shifted, pressed himself back into his seat, creating a gap between us, and reached inside his shorts, took hold of his penis and pulled it up so it lay flat against his stomach. Then he slid back into his original position, his dick lodged between our bodies.

Patrick said to my sister. "I can barely hear on this thing. Can you connect the head phones?"

Jasmine did, then turned in our direction. "I'm going to watch a movie, if that's okay with you guys."

Andrew said, "That's fine Mom," laid his right hand on my thigh, doodled his fingertips on my skin. Startled, I let Magda's hand slip from my grip and she moved it to my inner thigh.

I watched my sister put on her headphones.

Well, it was clear that I was not going to stop Madga and Andrew. I took some deep breaths, relaxed, there was no reason to panic.

Magda stroked the skin of my inner thigh. Her skin, that of someone who worked with her hands, was rough and calloused, and her touch sent chills though my body. I looked back to the front seat, checking to make sure no one could see what was going on, and decided there was no point in fighting. Let them play their game; what could happen in a car? I closed my eyes and leaned back against my nephew; his erection, trapped between us, jerked.

I thought about how I'd spied on the two of them making love on the island. Maybe I was getting just what I deserved.

I replayed their love-making in my mind's eye. God they'd been hot.

I was getting turned-on, definitely tuned-on.

Well, I could play this game too. I rested a hand on Andrew's, ran my fingertips along his fingers. My phone pinged. Magda grabbed my purse and held it up to me; I reached inside for my phone - as I did Andrew's hand replaced Madga's on my left leg - and found a message from Madga: "It so turned us on when you watched us on the island. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."

They knew.

I stared at her; she blew a kiss and slid her arm over my thigh to massage Andrew's inner thigh. His erection, still lodged against me, jumped, and he slid his hands up my legs, pushing my short dress aside. I looked down; I could see my flimsy pink panties and his fingers, now caressing my inner thighs, inches away. Goose bumps erupted over my body. When I looked to his co-conspirator Madga for help, he cupped my sex with his hand, pressed it to my panties; they were infused with moisture. I let out a low moan, instantly losing all credibility. Neither would believe my protests now.

He moved his hand to the top of my panties and a fingertip moved down to my swollen pussy lips, thick and engorged and increasingly warm as blood poured into them. The finger moved back up, running through my pubic hair, which I kept trimmed, then on the bare skin surrounding it. When he stroked my clit, I jerked. He went lower, grazing over my vulva, reaching my pussy, pushing a single finger inside me. I took a deep breath, found myself wanting him to go deeper, but his finger, covered in my juice, moved back up to my clit, drew circles around it.

Hands on my knees, I dropped my head forward, thinking about my sex, his finger.

His hand returned to my vagina, tricked over the opening, then thrust into my hole. I shook, hummed to myself. His fingertip curled inside me, ran along the roof of my vagina, hit my g-spot. I curled my toes and gasped. He placed the heel of his hand on my clit, worked another finger inside my sex, kissed my neck.

Then Madga's hand was between my legs. She took hold of my panties, motioned with her head for me to rise. When I picked myself up she hooked a finger around them and pulled my panties down, past my thighs to my knees, then leaning forward, worked them around my ankles and, after taking a whiff, stuffed them between her breasts.

Patrick noticed her movement and said, "Everything okay?"

Matthew pushed a second finger inside and said, "Doin' fine, everything is real smooth."

I leaned back against Andrew as he worked a third finger inside me. I was sodden with lust; he encountered no resistance. I moaned, soft and low; there was no reaction from the front seat.

Andrew sank his fingers deep inside me, wiggled them around, moved them in and out. I rocked my hips, matching his rhythm. I pressed my hand to his, showing him the motions I liked. Andrew was a quick learner; I murmured in delight, my entire body centered on those fingers.

Magda's hand was on my inner thigh, her rough fingertips expertly stimulating my skin.

I lost track of time, not knowing if we'd driven ten miles or thirty, my happy reverie interrupted only when I felt a tongue drag across my ear and Andrew whisper, "I need to move around." His hands on my hips, he raised me and directed me forward. My mind elsewhere, my movement was clumsy; I bumped the front seat. My sister paused her computer and said, "You guys okay back there?"

Andrew, his voice unruffled while his hands moved furiously behind me, said, "Just fine Mom. We're just shifting positions, trying to get a better angle. No need to stop."

"Andrew's right, there's no need to stop at all," I added.

"Okay."

Andrew pulled me back to him. His shorts was at his ankles; he was wearing no underwear. His dick was stiff and warm. I raised my body and Madga reached under us, took hold of his penis, rubbed the crown on my clit, then dragged it along my vulva to my sex. I rolled my hips slightly, centered it on my vagina, licked my dry lips, and lowered myself; he was inside me. He was big, bigger than I'd anticipated, and spread wide the walls of my pussy. I moaned.

Jasmine, engrossed in her movie, didn't notice; Patrick, on hold, did.

"Do you want to stop?"

I said in a breathless voice, a detail happily undetected by a man whose focus was already on his next phone call, "No, no, no need to stop. I'm doing just fine back here. We definitely should keep going."

Madga ran her hand along my back, expertly unhooked my bra. Andrew undid the bottom three buttons of my dress, slipped his hands inside, cupping the firm hot tit-flesh, squeezing and kneading.

I closed my eyes, focused, and keeping my head and shoulders still, wiggled my ass back and forward, rocking on his cock; his dick slid around inside me. I felt two fingers on my clit. My first thought was that it was Andrew, but he was busy rolling my small erect nipples between his fingers. Deeply aroused, through half-closed eyes, I looked down. Madga was working my clit. Then I noticed something else; her jeans were pulled down to her knees. Andrew let go of my left breast, pulled the hand from under my dress, pushed two fingers into her cunt.

We developed a happy rhythm. I jittered my hips in a short fast jerky motion. Andrew's hand on my breasts, focused on my nipples; Madga's fingers rolled my clit against my body; Andrew's dick in me, moved in short hard jabs. It was intense and wonderful and I felt an orgasm coming. Breathing in short strong gasps, I grabbed Andrew's left arm, pulled it from Madga's sex and across my face, and buried my mouth on it as the orgasm hit me, pulsating through me in a series of small focused waves. I squirmed and shook on his cock.

As it passed through me I fell back, oblivious to that fact that my full weight was on Andrew, drifting in a vague post-orgasmic miasma. I'm not sure how long this went on, but it ended with a sudden jolt. My eyes popped open. We were on the dirt road leading to the house; we had twenty miles to go. Andrew was still inside me, hard as ever. His hand was on Madga's sex, but the pace of the finger-fuck had slowed. I reached for his balls, held them, signaling I'd come back to the world. Andrew kissed my neck and began driving his fingers hard and deep into his girlfriend's sex.

Patrick hit a bump. Andrew's cock vibrated and jumped inside me. No man had used exactly that motion on me before; it was heaven.

Jasmine said to her husband, "Take you time dear, don't go too fast, we're not in a hurry.

Good advice I thought.

Andrew, in a carefully modulated voice, said, "Aunt Liz and I are doing a little bouncy-bouncy with this road, but its gonna end just fine."

When no one in the front seat reacted, Madga returned her hand to my clit and we caromed down the dirt road. Andrew's cock swirled and ground inside me, moving in an intense exquisite random series of jolts and bumps that neither of us could have duplicated and which visited places inside my cunt I didn't know existed. My pussy was flooded with moisture and as the road grew rougher, the motion of the truck greater, less predictable; it was ever more perfect. Then Madga took hold of my hand, pulled it to her sex; she was soaking wet. She placed the pad of my index finger on her clit, guided its motion. Magda was soaking wet. While I couldn't see what I was doing, but although I'd never touched another woman's sex, I quickly discovered what she preferred and was soon working her clit with confidence, settling my hand on her thick tangled thatch of pussy hair, so different from my neatly trimmed pubes.

Andrew licked my ear, tugged on my ear lobe, pulled his hand from under my dress, replaced Magda's on my clit. I slid my right hand inside my dress and pulled on my throbbing distended nipples.

In the front seat were two people, one yacking on his cell phone, the other watching a movie, wholly unaware of the carnal circus behind them.

The three of us went on and on, thrumming with concupiscent joy, until the house came into view and we had to let go. Madga pulled my head to hers and brought her lips to mine; we shared a kiss that would help muffle the sound of our orgasms. Andrew came first, pouring his cum into my pussy; then I came, my pussy spasming and shaking on his hard fat cock; then Magda, under the combined influences of my and Andrew's fingers, orgasmed. She squirted all over my seat, leaving behind what would become a stain that would be a happy souvenir of the evening.

We pulled up to the house. I fumbled to rebutton my dress, my fingers wet and clumsy, the process slower than I would have preferred, then got out while Madga and Andrew pulled their pants back on. We were sweaty and slightly addled, but the desert climate took care of the former and the pitch black night, the stars provided the only illumination, hid the later. By the time we unpacked it was late and Patrick and Jasmine tired; they excused themselves and headed for bed. I kissed my sister good night, thinking about her son's, my nephew's cum, dripping down my leg. Fuck, I was getting hot all over again. The three of us headed downstairs, I left Madga and Andrew in the hallway for a few kisses before they went to bed.

My light was off but I still awake, my finger between my legs, hoping Magda would stay away a little longer, when she opened the door and crawled into my bed.

"Y'know, Andrew and I agreed not to sleep together, but you and I didn't."

She was right.

After several minutes of heavy necking we explored each other's bodies with fingers, hands and lips, ending in the 69 position, where we ate each other through several intense orgasms. Before returning to her bed, Magda invited me to join her and Andrew tomorrow to explore the lake..

113 Ice Cream and Mom

hippogriff66

I never thought about the taste of ice cream on flesh until a hot night in August gave me the chance.

Having finished high school, I was enjoying my new found adulthood for one last free summer before college.

Mom came home from work tired as usual. She is an office manager at an advertising agency. Her boss had given her more duties on top of her already busy schedule.

Mom walked in the door and dropped her briefcase. She staggered to the couch taking off her jacket on the way.

Even in our current 110-degree heat wave her boss demanded that she look professional which included a jacket. Her blouse was already wet with sweat from the heat. I noticed that her nipples were showing through the thin damp bra. I shouldn't have looked as long as I did but I am a teenager.

She dropped to the couch as I handed her a glass of ice water.

"Dad called." I said. "He said he'll be home tomorrow night."

" He's been gone so much lately I may not recognize him." Mom stated wearily.

"How's about I make you some dinner." "Sounds great. I'll take a shower."

I left for the store and noticed her drifting off to sleep on the couch. I figured I would wake her when I got home. I picked up a couple of steaks and potatoes for dinner and chocolate ice cream for desert.

Mom and I love chocolate. We put it on everything. Little did I know what everything meant!

I also picked up a couple of movies. When I got home mom was snoring softly. I woke her and told her to hit the showers.

I grilled the steaks and had everything ready when she got out.

I almost dropped the plate when she came into the living room.

She was wearing thin black spandex shorts that showed every curve and a black loose half tank top.

She hadn't finished drying when she got dressed so her top was wet and clingy I could see her nipples standing proudly against the material.

I got an instant hard on that pushed at my shorts. Mom was drying her dark hair when she walked in.

As she looked up she must have seen my condition because she got a look of embarrassment then a wicked grin.

She bent over to towel her hair some more giving me an almost unobstructed view down her shirt.

Her lovely breast swayed as she moved. She was grinning more when she stood up.

"Enjoy the view?" She asked.

"Uh... oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... umm..." Was all I could get out.

"Don't be sorry. You're a teenage male. It is natural to want to look. I should say I'm sorry for teasing you."

"It's ok with me. You do look hot. All my friends think so. If you weren't my mom I'd want to..."

"We better eat dinner before this gets out of hand."

We watched the comedy first while we ate. As I put in the second movie I noticed mom stretching her neck. I offered to give her a back rub during the next movie. She agreed and we laid out a blanket on the floor.

As mom got ready I dished up the ice cream and grab some oil. I straddled mom's hips and set my ice cream to her side.

The movie was about a woman who seduces a boy to get revenge on his father. I was enjoying it and the feel of mom's skin under my hands. My cock was once again as hard as a 2 by 4. Mom was enjoying the massage too. She gave out little moans as I worked.

During the massage her shirt got bunched up around her neck.

As I moved my hands up to rub the shoulders she removed the shirt totally.

Leaning forward to get her shoulder I allowed the front of my shorts to slide across her ass.

This did nothing to calm me down and I noticed mom raising her hips slightly and moving them back and forth across my cock.

I moved further down her back and reached for some ice cream.

The chocolate fell off my spoon and in-between her shoulder blades.

Mom jumped up to her hands and knees causing my cock to slam firmly into her ass.

She knocked me forward so I grabbed an arm around her to stabilize myself.

My hand landed just under her breast. I could feel the curve of the mound against my palm.

My face was inches from the ice cream so I did the natural thing. I licked it.

Mom let out a moan then purred and started rubbing her ass up and down on my crotch.

Now I have kissed a few girls and even felt some up but this was beyond my dreams.

Mom tasted wonderful. I chased the melting glob of ice cream down her back.

My hand slid up and across her breast. Teasing her nipple. When I reached her shorts I had got most of the ice cream but I kept going.

I pulled down the spandex and ran my tongue across her crack.

By this point mom was panting and saying "Oh god, Yes baby!" Mom allowed me to take off her shorts.

I stuck my tongue back on her ass and traced it down to her hole.

I teased it then slid to her pussy. The years of reading hustler were paying off.

I tongued her clit and stuck a finger up her wet pussy. Mom rolled over so I could have better access.

I made her cum by dropping more ice cream on her then licking it off.

As she regained her breath she called me a naughty boy and pulled me up her body.

Mom grabbed my cock and led me inside her. I started slamming into her and she matched my speed. We both needed this right now and didn't care about taboos.

All too soon I was ready to explode. Mom sensed this and pulled me out. She pushed me on my back and swallowed my cock. I grabbed her hair and held on for the ride.

She was talented with her tongue and had me cumming quickly. Never had I felt anything that strong before. I looked up to see her swallowing most of it. She had one hand under her fingering her pussy to another orgasm.

As we finished she wipe up what she had missed with her fingers then licked them clean.

"You can massage me like that anytime. We just can't tell your father. I don't think he would understand." She stated as she caught her breath.

I agreed whole heartily. As we sat there mom stroked my cock till it was hard again.

This time we went slower.

She laid me on my back and straddled me. Her long hair tickled my chest as she lowered herself on my shaft.

We rocked slowly like that for awhile till she picked up the pace and orgasmed again. I turned her around and bent her over her pillow giving me access to her ass. I plunged into her pussy and stroked it hard from behind.

Mom was moaning and begging for more so I grabbed the oil and poured it across her ass. I worked first one then two fingers into her asshole while my cock pounded her pussy.

She was thrashing her head around screaming "Oh yes baby, Fuck me. Fuck my ass. God I miss that. Please fuck my asshole."

Who am I to deny my mother's request? I pulled out of her pussy and positioned my cock at her asshole. I am not a giant but with 7" long and a medium girth it was a tight fit.

I pushed it slowly slid till the head was in then it got easier. I pushed all the way in to my base and rested there. Mom was groaning and shaking her head purring"yes, yes." I started pulling out till I had just the head in then rammed it back down.

She went crazy matching my thrust. I fucked her ass good and hard till she orgasimed and I shot of inside her. We collapsed in a heap on the floor. Later we cleaned up and fell asleep together.

On Saturday we picked up dad at the airport. I don't think he suspected anything. I heard them going at it in bed that night. It was short as usual.

I never thought about it but mom must have been in need of another man for a while. They never sounded the way mom and I did.

The next morning I came downstairs to find mom fixing breakfast. I slid up behind her and slipped a hand inside her robe to fondle her breast.

"What do you think your doing, young man." She said with a grin. "Don't worry, Dad's upstairs getting ready for a shower." I replied and gave her a long kiss. "We have time for some fun."

"I don't know..."

I squashed her concerns when my hand trailed down to her wet pussy and slid a finger inside.

"Your so naughty." She sighed as she bent over the counter.

I raised her robe from behind and dropped my shorts. My cock was already hard and ready to spear her.

I slid it inside her pussy causing her to gasp. She turned her head and smiled as she licked her lips. I rode like that with my hands on her hips while she stroked her clit till we both came together.

I heard the shower shut off so I gave mom a quick kiss and slipped out the back door leaving her breathless and a little sloppy.

Our fun continued till I moved away for college. I'm going home for Thanksgiving soon.

I can't wait.

Mom says she has a new robe and a gallon of chocolate ice cream..

114 A Boss, A Mentor, A Lover Ch. 01

johnwhoknew

I was 23 when I landed my dream job at ADM Advertising and Marketing, a national firm. I had graduated from college over a year previously so I was getting pretty desperate to find a job to further my chosen career, one that didn't involve waiting tables or mowing lawns. My first boss, the guy who hired me, was on his way out the door, just months from retirement. When he left, a co-worker in my department took over his job as director and became my boss. Her name was Carrie Sterling, and I was happy that I'd be reporting to her.

She had treated me well in the several months since my arrival, and I believed she'd make a good supervisor. She'd been with ADM for five years and had impressed management from the day she started. Her promotion was inevitable, and she was earmarked to continue her rise through the company.

Carrie was six years older than me, but never came off as condescending or haughty, even though I was a bit green, this being my first corporate job. Over the next couple of years I tried to learn as much as I could from her and my co-workers. I grew into a reliable idea and creative guy, and I learned pretty quickly. When they finally let me begin pitching concepts to both current and potential clients, the true art of our jobs, I was generally cool under pressure though a bit timid. I needed to learn aggressiveness.

This, Carrie decided, was her responsibility and she took it upon herself to take me under her wing. "Stillman," she said one day after a client meeting, "you've got a lot of potential, but you need more balls. I'll teach you. From here on out, you're going to meetings with me." It was this kind of good-natured ribbing and tough love I'd come to expect from Carrie. She was definitely tough as nails and expected everyone who worked with and for her to be the same way.

She wasn't unfair by any means, but she had no problem ripping into people if they didn't perform up to potential. She'd never chewed me out for anything before, perhaps she'd given me some honest criticisms here and there, but she never called me out, embarrassed me or questioned my intelligence. Instead she allowed me to mature in my role, without undermining my confidence.

Because of this, I respected Carrie a great deal. And I got a lot better at my job while she was mentoring me. Over the next year and a half, I attended every client proposal meeting with her. At first I was a bit intimidated, but soon enough we built a work rapport that was something to be reckoned with.

Our success rate slowly grew through the roof. In high-pressure meetings, Carrie would play the role of aggressor while I'd temper her hard-ass routine with wit and humor, putting clients at ease. The result of this good cop/bad cop routine was that clients knew we had good creative ideas with their best interests at heart, but we also meant business. So we consistently got great results and made damn good money for the company.

"Jim, I gotta tell ya, you're getting better every day," Carrie said to me as we were leaving a particularly good initial meeting with a potential client. "Thanks Carrie," I replied, "I really feel like I'm getting the hang of this."

"Oh great, only took you, what, four years?" Her ball-busting had become more frequent the more successful we were. I didn't mind it at all. I had really grown to like Carrie, and truly there was a lot to admire about her. She was a great boss, a good motivator with solid instincts who was loyal to her team. She was driven and also took good care of herself. She exercised regularly, packed a healthy lunch for herself every day, and consistently had great energy and mental strength. She was average height, about 5' 5". Her exercise regimen left her toned and sleek, but not in the least bit unfeminine. In fact, she had soft curves, especially in her waist, hips and backside.

She also dressed impeccably, and chose fashionable clothes that complemented her lean, toned body well without being inappropriate for a business environment. She wore a modest amount of makeup, and kept her light brown hair shoulder length and informal, so that she never looked overly done up. And she never overpowered her light green eyes with too much eye shadow or mascara. The result was that she came across as confident, but not full of herself, and as you got to know her you realized how sexy this made her.

She had married her husband Paul five years prior; he was a lawyer several years her senior. They made a good couple, but every time I was in their company, I couldn't help but feel that he was a bit stiff and cold. Sure, Carrie was a hard-ass in business, but she had a humorous and mischievous side to her that softened her personality. I never sensed that from Paul. While Carrie was serious about her career, she was also down to earth and grounded. Paul always seemed a bit full of himself.

"Oh whatever," I responded to her barb, "you'd be nothing without me."

"Ok, you got me there. Sterling and Stillman, we're a helluva team."

She was hailing a cab to take us back to the office. We worked in a pretty big city, not a major metropolitan but fairly large. My apartment was outside the city where it was calmer though. I chose to live nearer to the small town where I grew up and commute into work. Personally, I liked some elbow room. During the cab ride back, Carrie gave me some good news.

"All right Jim, I've debated telling you this, I'm really not supposed to..." She paused leaving me in suspense.

"Well, hell, you have to tell me now," I replied.

"Right, so... we have a killer meeting with a national phone service provider next week. They've been a client of a competitor of ours forever, at least 10 to 15 years, and they've always denied our requests for a face-to-face. Until now. We have no idea why they've granted it to us, and management is pissing their pants right now. No one wants to jinx it. So, here's the thing, they've offered me the meeting."

"No shit," I gasped, "that's huge. Congrats!"

"Yeah, well... you up for it, Stillman?" I couldn't believe my ears. I'd prepared presentations for, and gone on, dozens of initial meetings, but never with potential clients this big, with this much money at stake.

"Are you serious?"

"You know I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't."

My initial reaction was to be terrified. This was way bigger than I was used to, and it was intimidating as hell. Sure I'd been at the job for about four years, but this was the kind of opportunity that went to people with a lot more experience than me. But then again, Carrie had spent damn near two years teaching me to be more aggressive and confident so I couldn't let her down now that she'd given me this shot.

"Yeah Carrie, I'm up for it."

"That's what I wanted to hear," she said smiling at me. Our cab pulled into our office parking lot and we both got out. "Ok, good meeting today. Go home early and get your head together. Tomorrow we start our crunch planning for the big one next week."

"Ok," I replied. She began to walk away, but turned when I called to her. "Hey Carrie... thanks." She nodded in understanding, and continued walking toward the door. I turned to start walking to my car, but stopped to watch her walk away. Her skirt hugged her hips and ass tightly, creating a soft, curved w, creeping just slightly into her crack. Her heels elongated her shapely calf muscles, and made her ass swing back and forth in a delicately feminine, pendulum-like manner with each step.

Admittedly I had begun to look at Carrie like this more and more every day. I had remained single and unencumbered throughout most of my 20's, mostly for my job's sake. I just didn't want to be tied down. Sure I'd had my share of sexual partners and dalliances, some more adventurous and strange than others; I was definitely getting mine. But most were fleeting and temporary; a girlfriend just hadn't entered my thoughts.

This fact came much to the displeasure of my sister, who was also my best friend, who wanted to see me settle down. I knew I would eventually, but for now I wanted to be unencumbered. This lifestyle offered me freedom, but it also created its share of cravings.

When I first started working with Carrie, I was a bit intimidated and in awe of her. I never allowed myself to fantasize about her or think of her at all in a sexual way. It was hard not to, she was gorgeous, but I buried those thoughts away when they cropped up for my own damn good. As our rapport grew stronger though, and our successes became more frequent, a confidence was growing inside me and I began to see her in a new light.

I'd take notice every time she stretched or yawned, watching the way her clothes clung to her curves. I'd admire her legs when she crossed them or swiveled in her chair, her feet when she'd kick her heels off and go barefoot later in the day. When she'd remove her jacket, I'd admire her small, but very pert breasts, or her lean arms when she rested her head on her hand. She was quickly becoming a fantasy for me, an unattainable goddess I could merely admire from afar.

I admired her in secret because I respected her far too much to ever betray her trust. She was a consummate professional, and my career owed a lot to her mentoring and direction. I knew in my head that I would never do anything to risk hurting our professional relationship. I would never say anything suggestive to her, or, god forbid, make a pass at her. But it was becoming more and more difficult not to lust after her.

Just recently I'd seen something that was permanently stuck in mind. We had stayed late to work up some concepts. It was only she and I left in the office by around 8:30 and we were both pretty burned out. I'd taken off my tie and jacket long ago and she had removed her jacket and kicked off her shoes. We were sitting in a conference room trying to hammer out one more idea, but were getting nowhere. "God, Jim, I am so fried," she said as she leaned back and stretched, yawning. "I dunno if there's anything left in my brain."

After saying this she finished her yawn and stretched her legs up onto the table. I was sitting next to her, and her feet landed just in front of where I was resting my head on my hand, reading through some notes from earlier. Without turning my head, I gazed discretely at her feet; they were small, feminine and cute, but her toes were actually quite long in proportion to the size of her overall foot. She had light, tiny little hairs growing on the knuckle of each toe, and for some reason I found them strangely arousing. Her toenails were painted red; this was the closest I'd ever been to them so I drank in every detail about them. I don't have what you would call a foot fetish by any means, but I appreciated how sexy Carrie's feet were.

After a moment of admiring her feet and toes, I turned my head slightly and was greeted with an incredibly beautiful sight. I was looking down the length of her leg, up her skirt. She had leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head, reclining her head back to look toward the ceiling. I sat there resting my head on my hand looking up her skirt at her creamy, white thighs. She wasn't the tanning type, so her skin was always soft and creamy white. Her skirt was modest, cut just above the knee, and today she'd decided against wearing pantyhose. I couldn't see very far up at first but as she reclined further, she began to subtly spread her legs just a little more. It could have been my imagination but it felt as though she was doing this on purpose. I could now see her upper thighs, and the sensation was making my head spin.

She was inhaling deeply through her nose, and had her eyes closed, relaxing. After several moments, she yawned and stretched again. This time she spread her legs even wider and gave me a clear view of her silky white panties. They were smooth and thin, trimmed with a delicate floral pattern, and they hugged the curve of her mound and pelvis softly. My heart was now pounding in my chest. I was overcome with a deep, driving urge to run my tongue up her leg and over those beautiful silky panties. Without opening her eyes she moaned and murmured, "I think it's time to call it a night." I was struck by the desire to say, "Actually, I think it's time we really made the most of this night." But instead I just said, "Yeah, you're right."

When she leaned forward and opened her eyes, I think she could tell that I'd been admiring her. She said nothing but gave me a quick, knowing look. After that we packed up and headed home, and the image of her soft, smooth thighs and delicate silk panties had been burned in my mind ever since. The contrast between the hard, business-like exterior, and the soft, sexy, panties that lay beneath was haunting my mind, cropping into my thoughts at random moments throughout the days when I was with her.

The next few days were filled with long meetings to prepare for our big face-to-face. Two days before the scheduled meeting, Carrie dropped another bombshell on me. "We have to drive to Philly for the meeting. We'll be there all day so we might as well get hotel rooms and not worry about driving back after." Of course this idea thrilled me but I didn't let on. I just said it was no big deal.

The day of the meeting we made the several-hour drive to Philly reciting our gameplan. We stopped at the hotel first to check in, then took a cab to the clients' office building. When we met with the execs, the process could not have been smoother. We worked our routine masterfully. We learned that the clients felt mistreated and were unimpressed by their current marketing firm. They said it seemed like the company they'd used for years had grown complacent and no longer seemed to see them as a high enough priority.

By the time we left, we'd convinced them that complacency was the last thing on our minds and consequently they were singing our praises. The outlook couldn't have been brighter. We offered to buy their executive team dinner but they politely declined. It looked like they were going to make us sweat a little bit. But still, I'd never seen Carrie so ecstatic as when we walked out of that meeting. We hit the street and she was gushing.

"Fuck Jim, I mean holy shit! We rocked, we absolutely fucking rocked! Nothing is in the bag and we can't count any chickens yet, but fuuuuck! Holy shit, seriously..."

I'd never seen her this excited before. All level of decorum was completely forgotten. I felt great too. "Damn right Sterling, we slayed today, absolutely slayed."

"You were awesome, Jim. You so had your shit together. Even when they pushed on you to see if you'd crack with your 'good cop' routine you just fired right back. You really earned their respect in there."

"Thanks Carrie, you were amazing, this was all you."

"No, Jim," she said grabbing my arm and stopping me, "I'm really proud of you." She threw her arms around me and hugged me. "That was so awesome."

"I owe it all to you," I replied. Her embrace sent shockwaves through my body. We held each other for a moment and I realized this was the most we'd ever touched. All we'd ever done prior to this was the occasional high-five or fist pound, certainly we'd never hugged. Even at the annual Christmas parties we only ever did the one arm shoulder hug at most. Or every once in a while she'd touch my arm or graze my leg just for a second. Those few fleeting moments were a special treat, and I'd gotten a thrill out of them. But now I absolutely reveled in this embrace and enjoyed the feel of her body pressed against mine.

This was no arm hug; our whole bodies were pressed together, almost in relief. Like we'd both wanted to press against each other like this for some time, and the relief of surviving the meeting had given us reason to. I know I had craved this embrace, but I couldn't tell for sure if she felt the same. We hugged just a little longer than I would have expected, but when she broke the hug she grabbed my arm and we kept walking. Finally I said, "Hey, where are we going anyway?" I had never been to Philly and had no clue where we were.

"Fuck it, Jim, we're walking back to the hotel. I'm too excited to sit in a damn cab and it's only a few blocks anyway. We'll enjoy the city of Philly more this way and we'll get dinner at that restaurant in the hotel when we get back. Whatdya say?"

"Sounds great," I said. And it was. The walk back to the hotel was almost magical. The city was beautiful on this spring night and Carrie was gorgeous in her outrageously celebratory mood. She even held my hand at one point and swung it back and forth as we walked. At another point I carried her on my back so that her feet could rest. She was wearing heels and I didn't want her to hurt her feet or get blisters. I also loved having her legs wrapped around me, to have her on my back with her arms around me clutching me. I could smell her sweet perfume, and her hair smelled incredibly sexy as the breeze blew it into my face. "We did it, we so pulled it off," she kept saying. I would just laugh and say, "Of course we did; we're the shit," in reply, and she would squeeze me tighter. I almost didn't want the walk to ever end.

We arrived at the hotel and she crawled off my back, smiling. "Thanks, He-Man," she quipped, gripping my bicep. Again my heart skipped a beat. We got to the restaurant at the hotel and were lucky to get a table. It was a weeknight, otherwise the maitre'd assured us we wouldn't have been so lucky. Carrie had calmed a bit as we sat down to eat. She was gazing at me admiringly with her stunning green eyes. She had settled into a euphoric, satisfied calm after she made the call to her boss, our regional manager, to give him the good news. Now we were relaxing sitting across from one another in an atmosphere not unlike afterglow. I imagined this must have been what Carrie looked like after orgasm. She had an alluring, satisfied smirk on her face.

"Can you believe we did it?" she asked me calmly after we ordered a bottle of celebratory champagne.

"I'm just so proud to be here, so happy to have been a part of this."

"Well, I'm going to let you in on another little secret. When they offered me this meeting, our higher-ups made it a point to tell me not to get my hopes up. They figured the whole meeting was just a way to get that other company to buck up and start paying attention again. Truth is, we only thought we had maybe a 10 percent chance at best of actually landing this deal. I didn't tell you before because, quite frankly, I thought we were good enough to make big things happen. And together we did. I know nothing is final yet, but we're in, I can just feel it. You really shined today, Jim."

"Thank you, Carrie," I replied, stunned. "You've really made all this happen for me."

"Bullshit, Jim, you made this for yourself. I've never given you anything; you've earned it all. You've really grown over these last four years. I don't wanna sound like a mom, but you've made the most of every opportunity."

"Ok mom," I teased. "You're not going to give me warm milk and a cookie and send me off to bed later are you?"

She laughed. "No Jim, I'm not your mom, and I don't see you as a son. With how incredible you've been lately, I couldn't look at you like that. As for sending you off to bed with a cookie though, well that'll just depend now won't it?"

"Will it now? Depend on what, might I ask?"

"On if you're a good little boy of course." She laughed again after saying this. This suggestive flirting was new; we had never flirted like this. We joked around all the time but there had never been any suggestiveness in it.

"I'm always a good boy," I replied smirking.

"You are." As she said this our champagne arrived. We toasted our job well done and one another repeatedly. When dinner arrived, we discussed the meeting in detail as we ate, replaying all the big moments over again. The give and take between us was comfortable and jovial, and the champagne started going to our heads.

As I poured the last few drops into her glass she said, "Why don't we get another bottle of this and continue the celebration upstairs."

"Great idea," I replied. I ordered another bottle and paid the check with the company card. We stumbled a bit walking to the elevator, clearly we were both feeling the champagne after such a physically and emotionally draining day. In the elevator she rested her elbow on my shoulder and leaned into me for balance. At 6' 1" I was a bit taller than her, but not enough to make it too awkward for her to lean on my shoulder.

"C'mon lightweight," I teased her, "you're not falling over are you?"

"Nnnnnnope," she replied, poking me in the chest with her index finger. "I can go all night so watch who you're calling 'lightweight,' kid."

"Ok, I'll be careful," I said, smirking. We shared a moment of very meaningful eye contact, both smirking as we gazed into each other's eyes, but the moment broke when we reached our floor and the elevator doors opened.

We arrived at her room first and she let us in. She immediately kicked her heels off, threw her suit jacket on the floor, opened the top button on her shirt, and fell onto the bed. I took a seat on the rolling chair at the desk and poured two glasses of champagne into the cheap plastic glasses the hotel provided. "Classy," I joked as I handed her a glass.

"Whatever gets the job done," she joked and immediately began to giggle, almost uncontrollably.

"What is going on with you over there?" I teased her. "You're giggling like a third-grader!"

"Oh one minute I'm your mom, now I'm a third grader?"

"Well, I've just never seen you like this. It's really cute."

She snorted at the word "cute" and took another sip of champagne. "I guess I just haven't been this happy in a while."

"Shit, you land huge deals all the time, who are you kidding?"

She giggled again and said, "Oh please, not this big. Besides, maybe that's not why I'm giddy."

We both took sips at the same time and made eye contact again, causing us both to laugh into our cups. There was a shared energy and an understanding between us at that moment, like we were both in the one place we wanted to be, with the one person we wanted to be with. I knew this was how I felt. Carrie, on the other hand, could be tough to read. I wasn't used to this feel-good, laid-back Carrie. It was incredibly sexy, but very unexpected.

We joked around as we drank the bottle of champagne, laughing freely about everything. She was reclined on the bed, rolling this way and that, resting her head on her hand and smiling at me as we talked. She looked so impossibly gorgeous laying there, luring me with her eyes. Her skirt riding up her smooth, creamy legs; her shirt hanging open, revealing tantalizing glimpses of cleavage. I was burning for her, but was afraid to show her anything that would tip her off. When we reached the end of the champagne, I poured the rest evenly into our glasses and proposed a final toast for the evening. "To us... we can do anything we put our minds to... and our minds together... are capable of..."

She was snorting trying to stifle a laugh. When I paused she cracked and busted out laughing. "Ok, that's it, nice job, you fucked up the final toast!" I joked.

"Oh whatever, you were lost, you were rambling and totally full of shit!"

"No way, bitch, I was going to give the toast to end all toasts, the one you'd remember for... yeah ok I'm full of shit. IIIII'm drunk – I had nothing." We both laughed. After a moment I rolled the chair close to her and simply said, "Well, to us then." We tapped glasses and swallowed away the last of the champagne.

"Good final toast, Stillman," she said with finality, gazing unblinking into my eyes. "Short, sweet and left 'em wanting more."

I smiled. "But there's no more to be had," I said.

"Isn't there?" she replied. She still had that gaze fixed upon me, and my heart began to race. We stared at each other in silence for a moment, until I couldn't take it anymore. I knew she could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I held up the empty bottle, "Not a drop," I said.

"Just as well," she said, "it's gonna be a long damn ride home as it is."

"Ok, ok, Sterling, I can take a hint." I got up and walked toward the door. "You're tired, you can just tell me." I gave a joking quality to my voice to let her know I was kidding around, but in truth I was scared shitless and had no idea what to say or do next. She, however, dropped her giddiness immediately and grew instantly serious. She jumped off the bed and came toward me saying, "Hey what the hell, leaving already?"

"Well you said you're tired and..."

"I never said I'm tired. I am very far from tired."

"Oh, well, I... thought you meant..." I hesitated. I had no clue what to say next. I settled on something sincere, and put my hand on her arm. She inhaled quickly, reacting to my touch. "Today has been incredible, Carrie."

She stepped closer to me and put her hand on the door to keep me from opening it. "Yes, it has, Jim." She was right in front of me, close enough that I could once again smell her perfume and feel the heat emanating from her. She was staring up at me, refusing to break eye contact. I let my hand drop from her arm to her waist, to where her shirt was tucked into her skirt. Again she inhaled quickly, this time licking her lips. My knees grew weak. It was up to me to talk and I could only be sincere once again.

"Thank you, Carrie, for today... for everything."

"You've already thanked me." She kept her gaze fixed on me, not breaking eye contact for a moment, and not making the situation any easier for me.

"I know, but I just want you... I want you to know how grateful I am and how much respect I have for you."

"Why do you think I wouldn't?"

I hesitated, terrified to say it. But I knew it was the only thing I could say. "Because... because I'm afraid you can see into my mind right now. And I'm afraid... I'm afraid you can see how badly I want you." The words escaped my lips before I knew I was saying them.

"Oh Jim," she gasped. Her breathing became heavy, and I could hear her heart beating rapidly. Mine was as well. After several deep breaths she asked, "Why were you afraid of me knowing that?"

My next words again spilled out of me before I could think. "I dunno. Because you're amazing. Because you're unbelievably sexy. Because you're married. To an incredibly successful lawyer, I might add. Because every man at the company, and every man we've ever worked with, wants you."

"Oh please, my husband is one thing, but you don't honestly think I give a shit about the trophy collectors? The ones who want my ass to frame on their walls and brag about on the golf course. You don't think that maybe I'm better than that?"

"No, I know you are." She was missing my point. I felt she was too good for me, above me somehow.

"Then don't you think I'd be more attracted to someone who appreciates me for who I am, and everything that makes me me? I've watched you, Jim. I've watched you watching me. And I've loved it. I know it's wrong and it's crazy but dammit I've loved being desired again. It's made me feel... alive. And I admire you as well. You are everything a man should be. And god knows I have reveled in making you want me. The twisting, the stretching, the spreading my legs for you. Like I said, I know it's wrong. I know it's crazy. But I wanted you to see me, I wanted you to admire me, I wanted you to want me."

Hearing her say these words blew me away. I was practically dumbstruck. "I never wanted to disrespect you. I've always just admired you quietly. I guess I just never thought... you'd see me like that... or that I'd be worth..."

"Oh for christ's sake, Jim," she interrupted, "what have I been trying to teach you all this time? Aggression, confidence, balls, you need to be able to..." I decided in a flash, with barely even a conscious thought, that it was now time for me to interrupt her. With my hand still on her waist I grabbed a handful of her shirt and the waistband of her skirt and pulled her hard into me. With my other hand I simultaneously ran my fingers behind her ear into her hair and pulled her mouth onto mine, kissing her with every ounce of passion in my body. She gasped audibly as I did it, but after a single moment of surprise she moaned into my mouth and began kissing me back feverishly.

She wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me into her. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue aggressively into mine. She began swirling it in circles in my mouth, moaning as she did so. Her breath was sweet from the champagne, with a pleasant, fruity taste. She was eager and fervent with her tongue, darting it in and out of mouth. It was driving me wild. I let my hand on her waist slide down onto her ass. It was heavenly, soft and feminine on the surface, but as I squeezed it I could feel the taut muscle underneath. The feel of her ass was everything I'd dreamed it would be, watching it so many times as I did, swinging back and forth as she walked, her skirts and suit pants riding into her crack giving her sexy wedgies.

Suddenly I realized exactly what it was I was doing at that moment, and the realization made blood rush into my cock, instantly hardening it. I couldn't , for the life of me, believe I was making out with my boss, her tongue deftly searching every inch of my mouth. I squeezed her ass again and pushed her gently but firmly into the closed door, pinning her to it, our mouths locked together, kissing passionately.

My mind was becoming void of everything but a single thought: To have her. Have her completely. To know every inch of her, every detail of her. To experience everything she was. And to give her pleasure.

To be continued...