Comfortably Numb 2
This was a different attempt wrote years before
This was a different attempt wrote years before
THIS IS TRUE
Becky comes back to sell more chocolates with her friend
Getting caugh by the Charlies was only the beginning of her ordeal.
Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.
My daughter wants to pose nude for me in a very sexy way.
The head of a fine household closes down his day with a night with one of his slaves.
A true story of a brothers love
The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”
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A quick fling before marriage while my fiancé is out of town.
This is the story of my relationship with my mom. My dad left when I was very young so as far back as I can remember, it was always just me and my mom.
One of my favorite things to do when I was little was my nightly bath with mom. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, especially when we were both soapy. I loved how she scrubbed me all over. I loved when she’d wrap me up in a big fluffy towel when we were done. It wasn’t anything sexual, it was just the wonderful sensations that I enjoyed. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when that ritual stopped, but I remember the day it happened. My mom had just finished scrubbing me and I wanted to return the favor. I took the soap and started soaping my mom up. She’d already explained to me about breasts, and how all women had them, different sizes, that they were for feeding babies, etc., but I had never really taken a look between her legs until that day. As I scrubbed her, I asked her how come she didn’t have what I had. She explained that women had different things than men. As I kept washing her down there, she moaned a little, then grabbed my arm and said, “I think it’s clean enough.” I finished with the rest of her body, not realizing that anything had happened. When we got out and were watching tv while drying off, my mom told me that she thought I was old enough to start taking showers…by myself. I was kind of sad that I wouldn’t get to take any more baths with my mom, but I was also excited by the prospect of taking showers, just like big people, that I didn’t put up a big fight. That was years ago, though, and I only remember it because that was the first time I touched my mom’s pussy.
The real story begins several years later. As I said, it was just me and my mom. My mom thought that since I didn’t have a father, she should be available to me at all times, so she worked from home as a telemarketer. I don’t ever remember my mom going to any great lengths to hide her body from me. Modesty was practically unheard of at my house, so it wasn’t rare for me to see her naked coming out of the shower or changing clothes. In the mornings, she’d come out wearing a terrycloth robe as often as she’d come out in a short silk robe. When I started jerking off around 12, I started looking forward to the days when she would wear the short silk ones. Most of them weren’t much longer than long shirts, and she wouldn’t bother tying them too tightly, which would give me fleeting glimpses of her breasts. At that age, I was looking anywhere and everywhere for masturbation material, and it was countless nights that I would jerk off picturing my mom’s legs, or her breasts, or her ass as I stroked myself to orgasm. On one of her silk days, I got up the nerve to tell her how great her legs looked, she blushed and thanked me, and started wearing the short silk ones most of the time. We were always very touchy-feely, spending nights at home laying on each other on the couch while we watched tv. It was only in the morning that she would wear a robe, most of the time she’d walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. Don’t think that didn’t have an effect on me. My masturbation fantasies were fueled with visions of her long legs and pretty feet.
One night, as we were on the couch, my mother asked if I would rub her feet, as she’d been out shopping all day and they were sore. Any excuse to get my hands on her was ok by me, so I agreed. We were on opposite ends of the couch, she had her feet in my lap. I took special care, making sure I did a good job, and realized that I really liked rubbing her feet. I liked seeing the wrinkles form around my thumbs as I kneaded the soles of her feet. I loved the soft silkiness of the top of her feet as I gently rubbed the backs of fingers across them. I loved the way her toes wiggled in my hands when I accidentally tickled her. I had an instant foot fetish, not to mention a hard on. From that night on, I was constantly asking her if I could rub her feet. Like most people, my mom wasn’t going to say no to a foot rub, so most nights, I had her feet in my lap, and I imagined what it would be like to have those toes wiggling in my mouth while I masturbated. It didn’t take me long to realize that if I maneuvered things just right, my mom’s legs would be spread, and I’d get to see her panties. I already knew, from the glimpses her robes would allow, that she mostly wore thongs, but I didn’t realize what kind of a view of her pussy that would give me. There were a lot of nights where I couldn’t even begin to tell you what was on because I was entranced by the view of the material seeming to come out from her between her butt cheeks, pressed up tightly against her mound. Sometimes, one of her lips would work it’s way out of her panties, and I’d just stare. She was very good to me about it, and would casually readjust her panties when she noticed me staring. Whenever she readjusted, she’d have a ghost of a smile on her lips, and I’d have jerk off material for later. I also took to kissing the soles of her feet as a signal that I’d finished rubbing them. I loved feeling the soles of her feet on my face, the slight smell of soap and sweat was intoxicating. I’d remember that smell while I stroked up and down my cock at night. I got bolder and bolder with her, my one kiss on each sole turning into several kisses up and down the soles of her feet. Several kisses on her soles became several kisses on both sides of her feet. That progressed to kissing each of her toes. Those kisses progressed to sucking. And it was about two months after the first foot rub that I was spending more time sucking on her toes than I did rubbing her feet. If I had to guess, I’d say the reason she didn’t stop me was because it felt good. If you’ve never had your toes sucked…it’s like that saying, if you don’t know, don’t bother to ask. I dirtied lots of underwear several times a night thinking of the way her toes moved in my mouth.
It was after one such session, as I was laying in bed that I heard a strange noise coming from my mom’s bedroom. It was a buzzing sound, and a low moaning. I’d been jerking off in the dark for about an hour and half. My mom’s toes had been wrinkly when I finally removed them from my mouth and we went to bed and that was one of the visual images I was using as I masturbated again and again. I’d been laying there, almost drifting off when I heard it. I debated whether or not to check it out, and when it didn’t stop, I decided to see what was up. I pulled my underwear up, pulling it up high so I could wipe off any cum that I’d missed with my fingers on my stomach. I’d never been brought up to knock on doors when at home, so when I reached her door, I just opened it wide. The sight took my breath away. Like me, she had the tv on, hers was also muted, it’s glow revealing to me her naked body, nipples hard, legs spread, hands working a vibe in and out of her pussy. From my own experiences, I could tell she was probably close to cumming, that’s probably why she didn’t remove the vibrator from her pussy. She just closed her legs, blocking my view of that pink plastic cock protruding from her pussy, sat up some, and asked me if I needed something. I told her that I’d heard a noise and was just checking it out. She said it was nothing and asked me to please go back to bed. I saw her glance at the obvious bulge in my underwear and the ghost of a smile appeared on her face. I stuttered out an “ok” and closed the door. I stood right outside her bedroom and listened to her. I could tell she was struggling not to scream, and could hear her hissing “oh shit, oh god, oh shit.” I didn’t go back to my room until I heard the vibrator being turned off. I could take my underwear off fast enough, they were completely off by the time I got back in bed, and I didn’t waste any time before I started jerking off again. That moment when I first opened the door was frozen in my mind, the way her legs were spread, the look on her face, the wetness on the vibrator. It was all too much and I came almost immediately.
I had just started stroking again, those images would not leave my mind, when my mother came into the room. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t cover up, my sheet was under me, I couldn’t pull my underwear up, I’d taken them completely off, and, for some unknown reason, I couldn’t let go of my cock. She was silhouetted against the hall light, and I noticed she’d put on one of her terrycloth robes. I saw her pause when she saw what I was doing. She seemed about to leave, then took a steadying breath, and walked over to my bed. Her eyes kept flicking to my hand wrapped around my cock, pulsating. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sheepishly.
“Looks like we’re both human.” She said as she glanced down at my hand around my cock again. “Sweetheart, we don’t need to be embarrassed about this. Everyone does it and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” With that, she patted my stomach, inadvertently putting her fingers in a small puddle of my cum, one I’d made thinking about her fucking herself. She said “I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing,” and stood up. She rubbed her fingers together, and I saw her stick them in her mouth as she walked out of my room. She didn’t bother closing my door, nor did she close her door as she let the robe fall from her shoulders, letting me see that she was still naked. She laid down in bed, reached into her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator again. I started stroking myself again as I watched her suck on the vibrator to get it wet, and then slide it into herself. We watched each other while we masturbated, I came before her but didn’t stop stroking until she’d come too. Then, she turned off her tv, I turned off mine and we went to bed.
I don’t think either one of us ever closed those doors again. We would go to our separate bedrooms after I was done sucking on her toes, then we’d masturbate while watching each other. Usually, I’d get naked first and lay on top of the covers. I’d picture her feet and what I’d done to them that day while I started stroking myself. I was usually already hard from having her feet in mouth and it wasn’t long before I was moaning. Then she’d start playing with her nipples. Taking them between her fingers and pulling. She’d sometimes point the nipple up to her mouth and suck on it, all the while watching me stroke my fat cock. She didn’t always use her vibrator. Sometimes she stick her fingers in her mouth, make them very wet, the saliva dripping off them, then start rubbing her clit. She continue to play with her breasts with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. She’d roll the nipples between her fingers, then back to her mouth so she could suck on them, her hand a blur between her legs. She’d spread her legs wide when she was getting ready to cum, to show me that she was a squirter. She’d sometimes put her other hand between her legs while she squirted, her fingers getting soaked, then bring the hand back to her breasts. Slathering her nipples with her pussy juice, then sucking it off. It was no less exciting when she used her vibrator. She’d use both hands to work it in and out of her pussy. Fucking herself mercilessly while she watched my hand move up and down my cock. She’d always make sure to suck on it for a few minutes, make it nice and wet before she stuck it inside herself. After she came, no longer bothering to stifle her screams, she’d always clean it off with her mouth. It’d be dripping with her pussy juices every time she took it out, and she savored every drop. We watched each other every night. When I saw that she had no problem licking her own pussy juices, and remembering how she’d sucked my cum off her fingers that first night, I wasn’t embarrassed having her watch me scoop up my cum and eat it afterwards. I think it turned her on. Every night we’d go to bed, like any other mother and son, and every night we’d become each other’s masturbation partners. We only did that for a few months before our relationship progressed, but that will have to wait for part 2.
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Maggie’s father keeps testing the boundaries of their relationship as they both begin to give in to lust.
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Very short, hot story about a woman forced into doing what she loves most.
She worked at a local convienient store.I would stop in every night after work and buy a soda.Each time i would offer her a ride home. Sometimes she accepted,sometimes she didnt,but every time I went home after seeing her, I would pound off a load 3-4 times before going to bed.After a few months I needed more,speaking with her wasnt enough.I had to see her tits her ass and her pussy.I needed to see taste and touch every part of her in every way possible.
I formulated 2 plans, one for if she was agreeable to my thoughts and desires, and a second if she wasnt.After doing some research
I found out she wasnt seeing anyone,I also found out she likes white guys.(she was african american).
The next time she rode home with me,I started working the plans.When she climbed into my vehicle, I asked if she wanted to go for a ride before I dropped her off at home. She said yes.I took her through the city streets, as-well-as, every country road I could find. During that time we talked, I expressed myself completely and thoroughly. While doing so, I realized I felt more than lust I think Ihad fallen in love with her.I bared my heart and soul for her inspection and acceptance.She sat quietly for a moment or two then tried to let me down easily with the same old excuses women use when trying to deflect a man’s attention saying,- she wasnt ready for a relationship,- it wasnt a good time.I drove her home and decided it was time to start on plan “B”.
For the next week, I continued going to the store and offering her rides home. She accepted a few and declined a few.I tried to not let on that her rejection bother me,but in reality it was eating me up inside. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. On the nights she refused I would hide in the shadows to watch and see where she was going, and with whom.What I found was she would walk from the store to a close by home.The was inhabited by an old gray haired woman that would greet her with a hug.
I explored the area,what I discoverd was an alley that was lined by dumpsters and windowless brick walls.It was perfect for what I had planned.I waited a few more days,once, I had everything I needed I waited for her next decline on the ride.It was about ten days after I discovered the alley, that she finally said no to a ride home.I made it a point to tell her I had to go home anyways. hoping that would make her think I was gone and not hanging around.I left, but instead of going home I hid my vehicle a couple of blocks away. And raced on foot to the alley that she would be passing, on her way to the old lady’s house
I hid in the shadows as I waited for her.It seemed like forever before she finally passed.At the moment of her passing, I stepped out behind her as quietly as I could.I placed one hand over her mouth and nose. I wispered in her ear. I told her not to look at me, and do not scream.If she did either there would be deadly consequences.She struggled as I dragged her to the deepest darkest part of the alley, but I had more strength.I was beginning to feel remorse for what I was doing to her, but the need for have her and the anger over her rejection was much stronger.when we arrived to the back of the alley i found the roll of duct tape i had hidden.after ripping off a couple of pieces i placed them over her eyes rendering her temporarily blind.i then used the tape to tie her hands behind her back.making her somewhat immobile.Again she struggled through all of it but I over powered her with ease.
I turned her to face me,as she began wimpering saying no.I paid no mind to her pleas.Instead ,I ripped her shirt off,revealing a white lacy bra.It was dark out but in the dim light I could see 2 quarter sized nipples peaking through the sheer cloth.Off came the bra.I pinch and twisted one nipple as I sucked the other in with my lips.then I changed nipples, torturing the second while I sucked and slurpped the first.I wasn’t gentle I wanted her to feel some pain. and that she did.i knew she felt pain because she was trying to back away from me.i pulled her back by the waist line of her pants telling her that she was not to do that anymore or she was going to be hurt.
She was crying asking why I was doing this to her. I didnt answer.I wasnt concerned about the reason, I was only concerned with getting from her what I needed.
I forced her to her knees in front of me, as I pulled my dick out of my pants.It was hard ,harder than any time before this moment.Plugging her nose forced her to open her mouth, as she did,i grabbed her ears for leverage and rammed my cock down her throat.She gagged hard, but I kept it there I wasn’t going to pull out of her mouth until I was ready.She continued gagging I started pounding her mouth like it was her pussy my nuts slapped against her chin unmercifully.It wasnt long before I had to cum.At the moment of explosion, I forced as much of my cock down her throat as I could, unleashing a torrent of cum into her gullet.Amazingly I was still hard.I slid out of her mouth, stood her back on her feet.I grabbed her waist line again, but this time it was to undo her pants and get the cloth out of the way of my next target….her pussy.
I took hold of the tape wrapped around her wrists and bent her over. My cock was still wet and glistening from her spit, so it was easy to drive into her her with one thrust, But it wasnt easy to fuck her.She was tight very tight, the tightest I had ever had.Her cunt muscles clamped down around my dick like a vise,the sentation was on the border between pain and pleasure.A few strokes later, I was feeling my nuts fill again.That sensation caused me to pound even harder into her. I was using the tape around her wrists to pull her back to me with each thrust because of the strength of the pounding she was recieving.as i said ,it wasnt long before the old familiar ache for release was making itself know in my nuts.Again when I erupted I didnt hold back at all I thrusted forward with all my might She howled from pain, as I pumped every drop deep with in her womb.I finally felt satisfied. I let go of her wrists, and she tumbled to the ground.
I went to her, pulled my semi-flacid dick back out .I lifted her ass off the ground, leaving her face on the pavement. I thrusted back into her vise like pussy, until I was hard again.My juices mixed with hers, lubed me up nicely.I pulled out found her shitter hole and shoved it it as hard as I could. I was in all the way to the hilt, before she was able to react. She clamped down on me hard I thought she was going to use her turd cutter to cut of my johnson off.I didnt go slow at first this time I started out hard and rough I wanted her to learn that I wasnt one to fuck with. I hammerd on her spinkter like there was no tomorrow.
When my nuts began to ache again i spoke to her i said “Your not going to tell anyone about this .Are you?” Iemphasized each word with a forward thrust.
she shook her head no.I continued pounding as hard as ever and asked ,”do you know whats going to happen if you do?’ Again while sobbing she shook her head no.
I said “i’ll do this all again” and with that i dumped what was left in my nuts deep into her bowels.I pulled out spun her around and pushed my dick in her mouth instructing her to clean me off, because I didnt want her stinking shit in my underwear.
i went back to the store ,but it was 2 eeks later before i saw her .Iasked her if she wanted a ride .she readily accepted.after she got in the vehicle with me she said she needed advice.i asked her what about .she said she was pregnant.i congratulated her.then asked who the lucky guy was with a tear in her eye she ssaid she didnt know.i tried to act confused so she said please dont tell any one, but i was raped
…………..i warned her
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Just something that happened to me aroudn christmas some 20 years ago. Enjoy.
my filipina wife mets my friends wife and is fucked
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The second chapter in the series. It is a little longer then the first one and the sex is minimal. I hope you all enjoy this story .
My first attempt at getting my fantasies onto paper.
A story about the time I had sex with the girl from down the street