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Vickie’s Abduction part 4

They all agree that he has given them the most exciting sex of their entire lives and do not want to lose that. They all agree that he has shown them the pleasure of the dark kinky side of sex which excites them all.

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Summer adventures

Hey, this is my first story, I hope you guys like it. I hope that this story is well received, in which case, there will be a part 2 (and maybe more).
It all happened the summer before my 16th birthday at a 3-month summer camp (more of a classroom setting thing, but it had a lot more outdoor stuff). It was kind of fun actually; I made a lot of friends and stuff, but that’s not what made that summer special. There was always this girl that sat a few chairs away during the class sessions. Her name was Stephanie, and she was freaking gorgeous. She was about 5’ 6”, with this beautiful black hair that flowed down to her shoulders. Her smile was amazing, but not many noticed, because she didn’t seem to talk much. I’ve had lot of girls flirt with me before, but nothing really serious had ever happened before.
Anyway, I often caught her staring at me, and when I did, she always did this turn-away-and-blush thing. Every day, we were let out for two hours just so we could get out of that damn classroom. It was scorching hot outside, so naturally, I run for the lake that was nearby. A few other kids went, but that day, it seemed nobody went for a swim. I had never skinny-dipped before, but I figured it was okay, since no one was around. I had never given that much thought to my body, but my weight never seemed to reach past 130. Thankfully, even at that age, I had been blessed with an eight-inch cock. I was a pretty horny guy, but like I said, nothing ever serious ever happened before.
About 10 minutes in, someone must’ve jumped in the lake while I was underwater, ‘cause I saw clothes on the dock, but I had heard nothing. And holy shit, there she was, the most beautiful girl in my class. She had also taken off all her clothes, which meant that her beautiful and exposed body was a few yards away from mine. When she saw me, instead of screaming or something, she just laughed like this was the funniest thing that ever happened.
“Hey, Andy! “, she shouted. “…This is kinda weird, huh?” she quickly blurted.
I knew it would be rude to swim toward her, besides, I probably would’ve been too damn shocked by the turn of events to do anything so bold anyway. “Hi, Stephanie! I guess you thought it was pretty hot too, huh?”
I guess something was lost in translation, ‘cause she thought I said that she was hot, which she definitely was. She kinda had this strange look on her face. After a few seconds, when she realized what I meant to say, she laughed in that beautiful voice and swam over to me.
‘Holy shit, she’s coming this way’ is the thought that was racing through my mind like 5 times through my head while she slowly swam over to me. When she came close enough, I couldn’t stop these horny thoughts in my head, and my cock grew twice its size to and almost full seven inches. Damn, my erection had got so painful ‘cause the water wasn’t exactly murky, if you know what I mean. I could see her breasts, which I would guess were around 32C. Damn, she was hot.
“So, you know, Andrew, I caught you staring at me the other day. You know…kind of like you’re staring at my breasts now?” she giggled and flipped her hair back. I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life before.
“Uh, no I wasn’t! I was just—“, I stammered as my cock just kept hardening and elongating.
“Haha, don’t worry Andy, I’ve been watching you in class a bit too, you know. If you want my opinion, you’re pretty hot yourself. And…wow!” her eyes darted at my now fully erect eight inch cock. Well actually, she didn’t dart as much, she just gulped and stared at it while her face was fully blushed red.
“Er…s-sorry about that. It’s just that, you’re just…s-so beautiful, you know?” I had absolutely no idea how I had enough balls to say something like that. “I can leave if you want.” I almost began to swim back toward the dock to hide my erection.
“Um…! You don’t have to go. It just seems like you need to…you know, release yourself.” –Giggle- “Let’s see how I can help!”
“Uh…Stephanie, what are you—“, And then it started. I felt something wrap around my cock, and I looked down and her hand was hot and stroking me between my legs. Pleasure shot up through me as her hand went up and down on me, and I could see her nipples were rock-hard. It took all of my concentration to make sure my legs were moving, so that I didn’t down (It wasn’t so easy considering there was a hot girl hand stroking me!) I felt a passion of such great intensity that I had never felt before, and I refused to lose this girl.
I wrapped my arms around her, and covered her mouth with mine. I kissed her passionately, eventually getting my tongue inside her mouth. Her nipples pressed up on my chest, and I could hear her moaning every time we touched. By that time, she was panting hard and I decided to bring her over to the dock, where we could concentrate less about keeping afloat. Neither of us talked, but she giggled as she swam first to the shore, making sure to display her tanned back and perfect ass, where there were no tan lines at all!
She walked up, naked onto the shore, and I was right behind her. This gave me a much better view of her splendid fit body. Her stomach was completely flat, and the curves around her hips and thighs had my cock pulsating again. And I swear, her pussy was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. It was flushed pink between her two tender lips, and I could tell that it was shaved (what a naughty girl). I wanted to take her right there, but she immediately pushed me on my back onto the grass. Holding my cock in her hand once again with a ravenous look in her eyes, she commenced to give me a blowjob.
‘Damn! This girl’s going to—‘, that’s all I could think, ‘cause her lips were already on my cock and my mind went straight to heaven. She was uncomfortable at first, but soon, she was licking all over my head and started to suck on my throbbing cock.
She gasped as she took her mouth off of me, a line of saliva still connected between her tongue and my head, and squealed, “Andy…” –another gasp- “your cock is huge!”
“Thanks Stephanie, this feels amazing…” I got out.
She started moaning again, as I fondled her breasts, and rolled and gently rubbed her rock-hard nipples. It must’ve relaxed her, I guess, because she started giving me a freaking deepthroat! Keeping her hands at the base of my cock, she tried to wrap her tongue around it and proceeded to take all eight inches. We were both moaning and panting pretty loudly, and it was lucky that nobody was around to see a hot girl giving an amazing blowjob.
She seemed to be lost in the pleasure, as did I, as we both began to reach climax (apparently, even nipple stimulation got her horny enough!) I tried to hold it in the best I could, but Stephanie was just too good at this…
“Ugh…Stephanie…I’m going to—“ I couldn’t think straight.
She tried to nod her head, but my rock-hard cock kept her head locked down. She managed a weak but sexy smile, where I could see that see was making a pretty big mess! “Haaah…hhh…uuuhh…” is all she got out. And then, I exploded, right inside her mouth.
I released rope after rope of cum into her mouth, where she was trying her best to keep it all inside, not spilling a drop! She moaned in ecstasy, as did I, as my cum filled her up and around my pumping cock. I could see her eyes flickering and rolling up into her eyelids as I eventually came to a stop. I must’ve shot around 15 ropes, taking around half a minute to unload it all! Being careful not to spill anything, she wrapped her tongue around my cock, and kept her lips tight around my head as I pulled out.
“Hh…huuhk…”, she managed before she opened her beautiful mouth that was filled up to her lips with my white cum. She giggled and gave me a wink right before she took a huge GULP and laughed as she opened her mouth. “Like that, Andy?”
“Damn, Stephanie! That was amazing! I think I’m in love with you.”, I gasped.
“Me too, Andrew! Just wait until I get you inside—“
And then, I heard the counselors calling back the other students over the loudspeakers.
“Damn. Hey, Stephanie, can we—“
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve got a lot more surprises for you tomorrow” She winked and smiled deviously

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It’s the ultimate male fantasy, every horny red blooded American male’s dream cum true. The situation every guy dreams and fantasizes and would give his immortal soul to experience at least once in his life. It is the worthy and admirable goal everyone strives for but for which most except the privileged few ever are fortunate to attain.
What am I talking about, well making it with two hot and sexy women of course. And not only that, but becoming their regular sex partner for life. However, that is only the beginning.
What makes it even more sweet and delicious is the fact that these two ladies are related. “Twins?” you may be asking yourselves, well not quite but just as good. It would happen to be a mother-daughter tag team, but from looking at them, you would swear they were almost sisters, and not mother and daughter.
What would you say if I was to tell you that not only are the two lovely hot sexy wanton sex vixens are not only related to each other but are also related to me. The mother is my very own aunt(my mom’s baby sister) and the daughter would be my cousin.
I can imagine that you are either thinking one of two things to yourselves. The first one would be “You sick bastard, you need psycho help. How hard up can you be to fuck your very own relatives and your mom’s sister for Christ’s sake?”
However, it is quite possible that you could be thinking to yourselves “Hell, you lucky ass mother fucker dog. How can I get action like that?”
If you are in the first camp, the one who thinks I would be a sicko, then I suggest you quit reading now and take your closed mind and read something flowery or wholesome, because this story ain’t for you.
However, if you are one of the few who are open minded enough to fathom or contemplate the joys of incestual sex, then read on because you are one of the enlightened few who posses the open mind to enjoy fine erotic literature like this. Hell, you may even gain some ideas from my story.
Even if you are in the middle and of the road and not sure which way to think, go ahead and read on. Who knows, you may just enjoy it and find yourself spanking your monkey and wanting more. It could be the rebirth into a whole new world of thinking about sex. You never know until you read.
Anywhoo, enough with the intro and lets get on with the story. It all began a few years ago, almost three to be exact. I was 24 at the time and had just finished college and was looking for something to do while going to grad school to earn my Masters in Computer Information Systems and Network Design. The best route I was told would to be to earn my MBA with an emphasis on the two areas.
Mom suggested that I go live with Aunt Candice and her daughter and while there, work for Aunt Candice at her multinational advertising and publishing firm. That would give me the work experience I needed plus it would help me find a job after graduation, seeing that I was her nephew and after all everyone knows that in today’s job market, its not what but WHO you know that gets you that first big break.
In addition for me being able to get that all important first job, mom had more of a selfish motive for me going to live with Aunt Candice… she wanted to know how Aunt Candice was doing and keep tabs on her and wanted me to be her eyes ears. In other words I was going to be a snoop.
I guess you couldn’t blame mom because Aunt Candice had always been the rebel of the family and in her parents eyes could do nothing right, a fact that she had reminded countless times.
But most of all, she wanted to get as far away as she could from her parent’s puritanical prudish and self righteous “holier than thou” snooty attitude, so at age 16, she ran away from home and moved to a large city in the mid west.
She lied about her age and became a stripper and hooker and not only that at age 17 she found herself with a new baby girl who she named Brandi. To make ends meet she became a nude model as well as a high price call girl. but soon got burned out.
Aunt Candice(who for the rest of the story will now be referred to as simply “Candi”) soon found herself in a world of hurt. She was just turning 18 years old and had an 18 month old baby but no way to have people care for her while she worked.
Soon she found herself out of modeling jobs as well as a “dates” because neither of the industries wanted children at their place so she had to go back to turning tricks for what ever she could get.
However, all would not be as bad as it would appear for in her darkest hour, fate took mercy on her and smiled down sending her a guardian angel, or at least at the time was. The 50 year old man was independently wealthy and owned his own publishing and advertising firm. He was a lonely widower and Candi was a lonely single mom the perfect match, or so they thought.
The man who’s name was Frank Worthington agreed marry Aunt Candi and adopt Brandi and raise her as his very own. However, there were a few stipulations to the agreement.
First of all, Candi was to become a “respectable wife.” This meant that Candi was to quit her present line of work as well as get her high school education and a college degree.
Also Candi was to stay married to him for as long as they both lived and Brandi was never to know that he wasn’t her father as long as he was alive. Candi agreed and they were soon married.
As a last request, Frank wanted Candi to have her tubes tied and Candi agreed because she knew she didn’t want any more children and Frank was too old to raise kids.
For the first five to seven years, the marriage was fine. The sexual intimacy was there, although Frank wasn’t the sex crazed fiend that Candi had hoped her would be. He would be intimate once or twice a week but then was the kind that would either roll over and go to sleep or get up and go about his day.
However, after the first couple of years the intimacy tapered off until it was no more except a kiss on the cheek, if that much. Also during this time Candi earned her high school equivalency and attained her degree in Marketing and Management with a minor in advertising.
She began working on her MBA and eventually finished it and soon became Chief Operating Officer of the company(number 2 in command just under Uncle Frank).
Even though she was able to accomplish that great feat in life, fate threw her a curve ball in the relationship department. Soon Frank began taking out of town trips and would be gone for nearly 9 months out of the year most of the time, the longest stretch being 7 months at once while overseas.
Candi was left running the business but seeing that she was in charge and that Brandi was the most important thing in her life she ran the business from home and hired as day to day operations manager.
This would allow her to spend quality time with Brandi and she would be home when Brandi got home from school and during the summer months they would have all their time together.
Since Frank was gone, Candi and Brandi became very, very close almost like bosom buddies instead of mother and daughter. This was important during Brandi’s formative years.
Also, I would spend summers with them and most every weekend seeing at the time Mom and our family were now living only an hour away.
Even though Candi was the prodigal and her parents and other siblings had pretty much written her off, Mom just couldn’t. She was blood and no matter what, families stuck together. So needless to say, we moved where we could be close to Candi, just in case she or Brandi would need us.
I would grow up with Brandi and we would become fast friends. I would be her “big brother” since I was nearly 4 years older than her and would take up for her as well as a good solid male role model, seeing that Uncle Frank was now gone so much.
My dad would also “adopt” her and Candi as his own and help out any way he could and became a second father to Brandi.
We were a close family at least for a while. However, that closeness would soon be put to the test. Mom’s parents soon became too ill to take care of themselves so we moved back east. I was 15 at the time(just a few months shy of my 16th birthday) and Brandi had just turned 12.
That would be the last time I would see either one of them for 8 years and what a world of changes those 8 years would bring. First of all, tragedy would strike Candi and Brandi 9 months afterwards. Uncle Frank would die in a plane crash.
Mom tried to get Candi to come back east there was too many bad memories there and she was the stubborn one and decided to stay put.
Anyway she now had made her life here and had a large company to run and Uncle Frank had left her well off so she was set for life financially with her huge house paid for and a life insurance annuity that paid her almost a half mill per year for the next 40 years.
That was on top of what she was already making in her publishing firm which was booming and expanding and bringing in an annual profit of almost 35 million per year, with her salary being 1.44 million. So needless to say, she was not hurting at least for money that is.
However, even though she was not hurting financially, deep inside, Candi was still empty. Even though she had been married, it had for the most part been a “marriage from hell” emotionally and intimately speaking.
Frank was not the kind to want sex and had been preoccupied with work. Candi was left to dildoes and one night stands and office romances to fill the emptiness inside. However this would not work and soon she would become depressed and eat and get into that vicious cycle until she reached over 250 pounds.
Although Candi was a beautiful woman in the face, not too many people wanted to have sex with a fat woman so she retreated inside herself and work spending time only with Brandi until Brandi turned 16.
What was it that turned Candi around it was a radical transformation that would wake her up and make her reborn? Here is how it unfolds.
One Friday night while Brandi was off at cheerleading camp Candi was feeling sorry for herself and getting drunk and stoned while watching the late night infomercials.
She had polished off a fifth of whiskey and was on her 3rd joint and sailing high when she happened to see a self-help guru on the tube. He was asking the people if they were happy and if not, how they could become happy by following his plan.
She found herself ordering his book and tapes and when she sobered up she thought better of it but something inside told her to listen and she did and from that day on she changed her life.
The first thing she did was to do was visit her doctor and he put her on an exercise regimen and fat blocker which would help her lose weight. He also prescribed a “diet guideline” for her to go by for her to use as reference.
The doctor also suggested she do exercises she enjoyed so she began belly dancing along with Brandi.
Candi also went back to stripping but this time it was different. Candi was now the owner of the club and danced because she wanted to and not out of the need for money.
She purchased a gentleman’s club near the state line(about 20 minutes away) that had been closed and completely renovated it to where it was now a show palace.
She set her own hours and came and went as she pleased hiring a manger to run the place day to day. She also became the DJ which was something she liked doing. “Eden’s Garden of Delights” as the club was known as soon became a huge success and people from neighboring cities and even neighboring states came visited and spent money hand over fist.
Candi also turned to Brandi for support during her “rebirth” and Brandi was more than happy to help. Brandi was so glad that her mom was coming out of her depression and “moving on with life.” Brandi would become her coach and support mechanism on Candi’s road to self-improvement.
As a result, she and Brandi developed an unspeakable bond that went beyond mother daughter, beyond friends and beyond sisters. They were practically soul mates and were inseparable confiding in each other from everything from clothing and fashion to what was going on in their lives, including their intimate sex lives.
Many a night during the first summer of Candi’s recovery, she and Brandi would stay up to the wee hours in the morning wearing nothing but night shirts and panties drinking, smoking cigarettes and giggling like school girls as Candi would share about her wild sex exploits and Brandi would listen intently.
Brandi would also tell her about the boys she was interested in and confessed that she was no longer a virgin. Candi was not surprised but cautioned Brandi to be careful and not make the same mistakes she did. Candi also suggested that Brandi go on the pill and Brandi confessed she already was.
The intimacy they shared over the next two years was beyond words and bordered dangerously close to incestual love and would soon cross that line but not for a long time.
During this time also, Brandi was becoming interested in her mom’s work and at age 16, Candi let Brandi begin working in the club she owned. She had connections that obtained Brandi a fake ID.
At first Brandi was a cocktail waitress and sometimes DJ’ed, especially when her mom got up to dance. Brandi was naturally a ham and loved to talk so this gave her a chance to express herself and she became quite good at it.
When Brandi was 17, she decided wanted to try her hand at dancing but only in an act with her mom. Her mom cautioned her to think it over and Brandi did and so Candi let her begin dancing.
By now, Candi had lost 125 pounds and was back to her original body, the body she had at age 16. As a result. Candi and Brandi worked up several acts and performed them on stage to the delight of the crowds.
Some of the acts were “fairly tame” while some others were more sexy and seductive. Of course they had one or two that on rare occasions “brought down the house” and were down right raunchy as you could get without them actually performing sexual acts but was close.
They would dance around each other while naked simulating sex acts on each other from eating each other’s pussies to dry humping on stage to hot 69 sessions.
For a few months the simulated acts were just that, simulated. However one night, shortly after Brandi turned 18, they ceased being make believe and became real ending up in the crowd going wild and cheering and throwing money on them like it was going out of style.
Neither Candi or Brandi knew how or when they crossed that line but once they did, there was no turning back and they were lovers for life making that act their premier and for 150 dollars they would perform it privately for whoever wanted to watch whether man or woman.
However that is another story for another time and this side point sets the background and stage for the events that would happen in the main part of the story.
Anyway, that January mom had arranged for me to leave near the beginning of the summer (the last of May). During the months leading up to my I began talking on the phone with Candi and Brandi and also started chatting with them online every night.
Also, I sent them a picture and was able to let them see me when we chat, seeing that I had a web cam but Brandi didn’t, well at least that is what she told me.
She wanted to be sneaky and see what I looked like without me seeing her. Come to find out that their motive was to surprise me when I arrived at the train station.
Well the big day would arrive when I would make the 700 mile trip to the Midwest. The train would leave on a Thursday and take me to a medium sized town North of Chicago where Brandi and Candi lived.
Mom suggested I take the late train so I would arrive the following morning so with luggage packed and teary goodbyes; I boarded the 6:25 train for the 14 hour train ride.
It was shortly after 7:30 Friday morning when got my stuff together just as the train was coming to the stop. I packed and got ready to disembark ready to meet Candi and Brandi.
As I got off the train, I saw a number of people waiting around but did not recognize anyone that I knew. I did however see them but did not realize who they were.
As I gathered my luggage, I saw these two sexy sumptuous vixens that could pass for sisters. The older one looked to weigh around 125 pounds and stood about 5’7” tall with short blonde hair that you could tell that definitely had been dyed blonde. She measured about 36C-24-36 and had on an outfit that showed off every curve of her sumptuous body.
The outfit consisted of a white ribbed material halter top and tight, tight cut off faded denim shorts that hugged the woman’s ass and showed off her long well-toned legs.
The pants were so tight that you could see the outline of her crotch and the halter top was cut in a low v-neck and displayed an ample amount of cleavage and once you were close enough the material allowed you to see through and it was evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The other vixen that was with her was slightly taller(maybe 5’9) and had sandy blond hair. She measured similar with nice big tits(36C-24-34). She was wearing a fairly seductive outfit but it was a bit dressier than the other lady’s was.
Just think of a school girl outfit and you would have a good picture. The top was a white short sleeved ribbed pull over sweater however, the sweater was a midriff instead of waist length.
The skirt was made of a dark indigo blue rugged denim material that was quite short, about halfway between her knees and hips, barely covering the girl’s ass.
The skirt also was slit on both sides all the way up to the hips. Lastly, instead of wearing shoes, she had on dark brown boots that came up to her thighs.
As I walked by, I noticed they were checking me out. I could see that they both had their sunglasses halfway down and were definitely liking what they saw. They had a now had a sign up that said “Jason Miller” and I knew it was them.
As I approached them, I hardly recognized Aunt Candi. She had changed a lot since the last time I saw her. She had lost that weight and had cut her hair short and died it blonde.
Also Brandi had grown up quite well. She was no longer that knobby kneed scrawny little girl I knew. She was now a very sumptuous 20 year old woman.
“Aunt Candice,” I said hesitantly. “Yes sweetie, its me,” Candi said with a smile running up to hug me. She pressed her warm body next to mine and I felt her firm tits press into my chest as she squeezed me tight.
Also, if I wasn’t mistaken, I felt her crotch rub up against mine, more than just once but quite regularly as she was attempting to feel my cock that was already growing.
“I am so glad to see you darling,” Candi said as she held me tight. “Let me look at you,” she added as she stood back with her hands on my forearms.
Candi hugged me again just as tight and this time there was no mistaking it, she was definitely grinding her crotch against mine. Candi also did something that took me by surprise, she kissed me.
“How strange is that,” you may be asking yourselves. “Every Aunt has kissed her nephew 1000’s of times. That’s nothing unusual.”
Well that is true but however this was no ordinary “Aunt type of peck on the cheek” like you would normally expect, instead, it was a full kiss on the lips, and not only that but a long deep sensual probing kiss that lasted for a good 20-30 seconds.
After she broke the kiss, she took me by the hand and led me over to Brandi who was standing there with her sunglasses off and definitely giving me the eye and checking me out.
“Bet you don’t know who this is sweetie,” Candi said with a sly grin. “Brandi,” I said hesitantly. “Yep cuz, its me,” Brandi replied.
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The Dancer 5 (final part)

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Exchange trip to France

This is my first story written, so cut me some slack and be easy on the comments :). Criticism is welcome, but it must be constructive criticism. I have changed the names of the story for obvious reasons, but other than that the story is 100% true. I wrote this because I have read many stories here myself, and want to give back with some of my own.
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I’ll first describe myself: I’m a 17 year old Australian guy, I’m relatively tall, 6ft exactly, long brown straight hair that gets bleached by the sun to be blond and I’m a bit lighter than the average build. I keep fit mainly by just doing the odd run every few days, but I don’t work out much, so I remain rather slim. I have two sisters, two parents and I’m very close to all of them, and no, this story isn’t about them :).
This story begins in France, where I went for an exchange. I went for 3 months during our winter holidays, as our school is tight and doesn’t let us miss much school (it is very academic). At first, I was nervous around my new host family, which had a host brother, 17 years old too. But as time wore on, I realised I had the best family I could have received. John, being my age and having similar interests, got along very well. His parents were also very cool and easy going, they let me drink around the house and didn’t really care what me and John did, as long as if we didn’t get nicked by the cops or anything. ;).
Now to the fun stuff…
John was having his 18th birthday party on the last week I was there. I’d been to many parties so far, but, besides a few random hook-ups, nothing really happened. I was never very interested in hook-ups, to be honest, even though I was still a virgin, I was more the type to ‘wait for the right girl’, not just ‘fuck and forget’. I basically hadn’t proceeded much further than the ‘hook-up’ phase, only some kissing and maybe a little touching, not much, but as I said, this low experience didn’t bother me too much; my friends in Australia are all younger than me, being 15 and 16, and me turning 18 before some of them were even 17, as I was in a school year lower for my age, so even with my attitude towards hooking up, I probably had more experience than most in my group at home. Unfortunately for me, my morals were broken at this amazing, yet terrible, party.
John, being the host, was constantly moving around the place making sure everyone was having a good time. I was talking with some friends on a couch in a corner of the room, a little tipsy from the alcohol consumption. A few people were high, but I had discovered since being over there, that weed doesn’t mix good with alcohol, so I was steering clear.
Talking in (bad) French, I was talking to a girl, named Jess, that I went to school with. She had long brown hair and bright blue eyes, that got me every time she looked at mine. She was funny and had a good sense of humor, and I must add, a great figure. We got along well because she could speak some English and I could speak some French, so we enjoyed practicing it to each other. I was doing a good job chatting her up, but then her friend called her over somewhere else, and I felt pretty rejected at the time, but meh. I moved onto the seat she left that was more ‘in the circle’ to talk to some other friends. I was a bit of a popular subject because I was leaving soon.
A while later, after some more shots with this group, Jess returned, and was demanding her seat back. She was a bit tipsy herself, and I was a bit worse, with those extra shots, more light headed. I jokingly said she could sit on my lap if she wanted to sit, with my intention to get a laugh from her, then get up and offer her the seat, being a gentlemen that I am. Before I could get up however, she happily sat on my lap. I was a bit surprised at first, but I didn’t want to tell her to get off, didn’t want to seem rude or anything, so I just went with it. Not that it was such a bad thing, I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl you have a crush on to sit on your lap?
I eventually put my arms around her waist as she kept sliding off, probably due to her drunkenness or being high, if she was high, I didn’t know. I did notice, however, she kept moving her ass over my crotch, which was normal as she was sitting on me, but I mainly noticed it because it was causing that familiar feeling of blood rushing to my cock…
Now, I was beginning to get worried. Every time she talked, she seemed to bounce on me, probably not bounce, but it felt that way. To make matters worse, another set of shots were passed around. As I had the shot with one hand, the other automatically moved from around her waist and grabbed her side, just above the waste or the side hip bone. After downing the shot, she started to cough a little as she struggled to down the shot, or it went down the wrong pipe. Her coughing jerked her forward and back over my aching crotch, which was getting bigger by the minute. As I had my hand on her lower waist, the other, which had been holding the shot, then reached the other side of her waist to keep her from falling off onto the floor.
After she recovered, she said sorry, as it was a bit unusual for someone to choke on a shot in France, and took a big sigh and lay back, on my now fully erect crotch, which I had failed to notice myself earlier; if I had I probably would have moved, but it was too late now. She felt it, I knew it cause she paused, realizing what was happening. I waited to see for her reaction, to my surprise, she sat up, turned her head and gave me a wink, and very casually started rocking over my aroused crotch! Yes, it was very erotic but, at the time, I was just hoping no one would notice, no one seemed to, probably assuming she was swaying because of her being tipsy.
This went on only for a short while, before she got my attention and told me to ‘follow her’ in English. I still remember that image even now, as if it was yesterday, her eyes looking into me full of lust, and her sexy mouth saying those hypnotic two words that would bring any man to her bidding. As normally as possible, we casually exited the house and started walking up the street. We approached a house up the street, than it came to me. I remembered John telling me she lived only a few houses down the road from his. I had a feeling I knew where this was going to end up, but I didn’t have the stomach to say I didn’t want it.
She unlocked the house, and we entered, as soon as the front door closed, a make out session erupted, she taking the lead, thrashing me against the wall, hands roaming everywhere, her tongue exploring my mouth. I found the idea of French kissing with a French girl quite ironic. I was holding back, as I didn’t want to continue, but my dick was fighting for control over my brain and its ‘strong sense of no random hook-ups’. I ended up acting like a puppet, letting her push me around where she wanted, as I had no idea what I could do, even if I had the will power to stop these incredible feelings.
A good reason to stop came into my mind, I asked her in a trembling state about her parents, and she said don’t worry, they aren’t home and won’t be until tomorrow night. This comment was doom for me.
Clothes soon started coming off, her hands removing my shirt, followed by my jeans and socks, leaving a trail of where the sex began. Soon we were in, what I assumed, her room, me being in my jox and her without her top on, in only a bra. I can’t even remember when she took off her top, but she pushed me onto the bed, quickly stripping herself off. Me, being astonished at the lack of underwear, and the fact of seeing my first real-life naked girl, started panicking, I had no condom, but, even if I did, I didn’t really want to have sex, I barely knew this girl and wanted my first to be ‘with the right girl’, but how could I back out now? I was unable to comprehend all my emotions and feelings at once. During this few second lasting trance, I had failed to realize she had ripped off my jox, and was aligning my super hard dick with her opening, my mind was such a wreck I don’t think I had the ability to do anything.
Closer and closer her opening became, until I felt the initial penetration, and then finally, my dick being sucked in by her sweet hole. Inch by inch she squatted down, until I was fully inside of her. The tightness and heat I felt was amazing, I had never felt anything like it. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. She relaxed and let her legs rest by my sides, her feet meeting my arm pits, while her sitting on me with my dick inside her, with her leaning on her hands that were resting behind her on the bed, and she leaned her head back, savoring the feeling. Each little movement or tremble from each other was always accompanied by a small moan. I then began to start summing up what was happening, in my over-analyzing brain; I had just lost my virginity to a girl in France I barely knew, I am not using a condom and I didn’t want it to happen like this. However, if there is one thing in my life I’ve learnt, my number one rule has always been ‘shit happens’, so if shit does happen, then make the most of the situation. I remember thinking these exact words, at lightning speed; my brain was working over-time at that point. I concluded I should just stop thinking, and enjoy it, and think later.
Suddenly, after leaning back for a minute or so, she moved her legs so that they were bent on either side, causing her to move around my dick, sending shock-waves of pleasure through my body, she then started bouncing, beginning slow, and then speeding up. I was in pure bliss, I had shut off my over-worked brain, and now I was just enjoying the moment, my hands quickly found her ass and giving a nice squeeze, as she bounced up and down, my hips starting to meet her rhythm, while my hands helped her ass up and down. I couldn’t decide what felt better, sliding out or sliding in, each was as good as the other, but each had a unique feeling of ecstasy. Noticing her bouncing boobs, I realised I hadn’t even felt them yet, so I began kneading and fondling, sitting up to be able to reach them. As I did this, her legs wrapped around my lower back, just above my ass crack, and I grabbed her around the waist and started helping her bounce on and off my dick, quickly noticing that her boobs were in my face. I instinctively took one into my mouth, giving a good suck. I hadn’t realised it, but we were both moaning like animals, lost in sensation and lust.
We went at it like this for a few minutes, but all good things must come to an end. I tried to think of the French word for ‘I am cumming’, but I hadn’t studied anything involving sexual language at school. I managed to get enough for her to understand what I meant, before returning to her tits, and she said she was too soon. Right at the point where I thought I couldn’t take any more, her pussy muscles started expanding and contracting wildly around me, her orgasm beginning. This, sending me over edge, forced me to pump my load deep inside of her, pump after pump after pump, orgasming simultaneously. I don’t think I’ve ever came that much.
I fell back onto the bed, with her falling in my arms, and me, being exhausted and combined with alcohol, fell asleep.
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I understand the tenses (past tense and current tense) are a bit messed up, but meh. :).
PART 2 will be the last part. I will make it if I get some good responses or I can be bothered.
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An Edited Life, Part 4

My mind’s fog was shattered by the pain from throughout my body. It seemed as if every muscle was sore.
My arms, legs and neck ached from the position I’d been forced to remain in for hours the night before. My ass and pussy were raw and caked in cum from the dozen cocks that had repeatedly found pleasure in them Saturday night. My jaws even hurt when I groaned as I tried to move.
I lay still for several moments, afraid to encourage my body to torture me, and it was during this time that I realized that the only element of my life that was wrecked more badly than my physical self was my career.
After I’d fallen asleep in his bed, Andre Gregory – my boss and now, it seemed, my Master – had removed the posture collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs from me, leaving me completely naked. When I finally tried to move off the bed, my legs gave and I whimpered as I crashed to the floor on my hands and knees.
“What the fuck have I done?” was my only thought as I remained on all fours, silently debating with myself over the merits of trying to stand.
I turned back toward Andre’s bed and climbed up its side till I was on my knees, leaning against it.
Andre startled me when his hands cupped my armpits and lifted me to my feet. He turned me slowly, as if he understood the agony I was in, and held me close to him as he kissed me good morning.
After ending the kiss, Andre lifted me from the floor and carried me to the living room, sitting in the recliner that matched his sofa, holding me.
My feelings toward Andre were growing increasingly complicated. As he held me, I felt protected, perhaps even loved. Having him inside me, though challenging, felt natural, as if he belonged there. But the collar, the cuffs, and the gangbang – and with those participants, in particular – left me feeling degraded, humiliated.
“Why have you done this to me?” I asked, in little more than a whisper.
Andre didn’t respond immediately, as if choosing his words carefully.
“Gabi, each day for the past six months we’ve worked side by side,” he began. “I’ve been overwhelmed by everything about you; your intelligence, your strength, your beauty. At some point – and I can’t tell you exactly when it happened – I decided I had to have you in a way and with an intensity that I’ve never experienced with another woman.”
Andre’s words nearly caused me to melt into him.
“And enslaving me is the way to do that?” I replied.
“The only way, I think,” said Andre.
Dominance and submission have never been part of my life. Yes, I’ve read some things that had left me curious, but I’ve always been independent and somewhat untrusting. I’ve never met a man who had the strength to dominate me, nor who could earn a deep enough trust for me to allow it.
Until Andre, that is.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
Andre hugged me tight, causing me to whimper from my body’s underlying pain.
“You were a big hit last night,” Andre said.
“And I’ve the excruciating pain this morning to prove it,” I sighed. “Not to mention that I’m not sure how I’ll ever face any of those men again.”
“I don’t recall it being your face that commanded their attention,” he said with a smirk.
Andre then stood from the recliner, lifting me with him. He walked through the kitchen and onto the deck, and I noticed that beneath the pergola, he’d set up what appeared to be a massage table and that on the dining table was a tray with sliced fruit, pitchers of orange juice and water, and a couple of glasses.
He carried me to the massage table, placed me face down and began to rub me.
“Relax, pet,” he said. “Master will make it better.”
My eyes shut as Andre worked the soreness from my body, again reminding me of the genuine care he had for me. I remained still, savoring the way his hands felt against me as he slowly, meticulously unknotted my muscles.
Andre spent perhaps half an hour caring for me as I lay on my tummy, then rolled me over and began working on my front.
“Your labia’s swollen,” he said as he massaged my right thigh
.
“A dozen dicks will do that,” I said, trying not to smile at his attempt at humor.
“Then I’ll be gentle when I fuck you later,” he said, and then he laughed when I noticeably cringed.
The realization hit me that I hadn’t taken a birth control pill since Friday. Though I was in the latter stage of my cycle, it was still a concern.
“Did you grab my pills from my apartment? They were on the list,” I said.
“I did not, pet,” Andre replied. “We’re going to let nature take its course, from this weekend and beyond.”
A chill cascaded through me as I imagined what my parents would think of their thirty-year-old daughter, accepting enslavement to a black man and perhaps mass-producing bi-racial children. It’s less that mom and dad are racist than conservative, old-fashioned. This is not something they would easily understand.
I bit my lip, wondering what to say.
“Yes, Master,” was all that passed through my lips, and it evoked a broad smile from Andre.
The massage lasted an hour, and it crossed my mind that it might actually be worth letting a group of men dick me till they broke me to have Andre’s hands lovingly repair me the next day.
Andre lifted me from the table and carried me to the pool, lowering me till my feet touched the deck.
“Enjoy the water,” he said. “Then we’ll eat some breakfast.”
I crouched to the deck and put my feet in the pool. Everything being relative, the water was damned cold.
As I slipped into the water, my flesh filled with goosebumps and my nips immediately hardened. I couldn’t help but shiver.
Andre laughed as he watched.
It seemed like an eternity before my body and the cold water reached equilibrium, but once they did I was able to relax and float, closing my eyes and enjoying the coolness. I didn’t even notice Andre’s retreat into the house.
As I floated, I reached to my crotch to examine my pussy with my finger. It was definitely swollen, as Andre had so astutely pointed out earlier.
And it was still sore.
I pulled myself from the pool after about thirty minutes, only to find an even deeper chill as the light breeze flowed over my naked body.
Andre emerged from the house, wrapped me in a beach towel and began to dry me as he led me to the deck’s dining table where he replaced the wet towel with a dry one, and we ate the sliced fruit he’d prepared while I was still asleep.
“So what’s in store for me today?” I asked, as we nibbled on the fruit.
“I thought we’d go to your apartment and get some more of your things, have lunch at the winery and then resume our depravity,” Andre responded.
I couldn’t imagine taking Andre’s massive cock in the condition I was in, and wasn’t certain I’d be able to do so in several hours.
“I don’t see any way I can return to work,” I said with decided reservation.
“You’re likely right,” Andre said. “But your place is here.”
We finished eating, and Andre suggested I bathe and get dressed. I helped him clear the table, and then went for a long, hot bath in his garden tub.
The weekend had been provocative, to say the least. With each moment, my craving for Andre’s attention and adoration grew. I even found myself strangely touched by the desires of the other eleven men who’d fucked me till they’d hurt me the night before.
As I washed myself, I began to wonder what it would be like not to work. How would I avoid boredom while Andre was at the office? What sort of rules would he have for me? When would be the right time to discuss these things?
Andre’s comment about letting nature take its course was also on my mind, and I remained somewhat surprised that I didn’t immediately object to the idea given its life-long implications. My hand caressed my tummy as I tried to imagine myself fat with Andre’s child, before it hit me that if events such as last night’s were repeated with any regularity, it might not be Andre’s baby that I carried.
I remained in the tub after opening its drain, letting much of the water flow out of the vessel before forcing myself to climb from its embrace and dry my body.
Andre had laid on the bed a simple selection of clothes for me that included a lacy pink camisole and thong, and khaki shorts. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a pair of pink flat sandals.
I dressed, pulled up my hair, and then found Andre in the living room, watching television. We then left for my apartment to get some more of my things.
It was nearly noon when we arrived at my place. When we entered the apartment it seemed foreign, like it was no longer mine. The things it contained where most definitely mine, but it felt as if I no longer belonged in the space.
Had the last day and a half really been that much an epiphany that I was now an uneasy visitor in my own home?
Andre helped me collect clothes, shoes, personal items. We were there for about an hour, and had his Wrangler nearly overflowing with my things before we drove back to his place and unloaded them to what had previously been an empty walk-in closet that adjoined his bedroom.
It was after 1:30 when we left his house for lunch at the winery.
The winery’s crowd was surprisingly small for such a sunny and unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon in late March. It was sort of comforting, really, given that more people might not have afforded Andre and me the privacy I’d hoped we’d have while enjoying lunch together.
We sat at a wrought iron table with a large umbrella on the brick patio outside the winery’s restaurant. Andre ordered a simple lunch consisting of a meat, cheese and bread tray, with a glass of burgundy for me and water with lemon for him.
There was a comfort in the silence that ensued, because it afforded me the opportunity to take in my surroundings, which included several hundred acres of vineyard, and a koi-filled pond.
And then, my phone alerted me to a text I’d received.
“I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend, honey. Love, Mom.”
“And don’t let no black man fuck you stupid, slap a collar around your neck and have you gangbanged, baby girl,” Andre smirked when I showed him my mother’s message.
Though I couldn’t help but giggle at Andre’s remark, it did seem to open the door to a more serious discussion.
“What will my life be like?” I asked
.
“I’ve been giving that some thought, pet,” Andre said. “In fairness to both of us, I’ve been sketching out an agreement. I should have it ready for you to review tomorrow.”
“And?” I replied.
“It’s going to have some depth to it,” he said. “I think we’re in agreement that your returning to work really isn’t an option. It would be wise to lay out a structure that both of us can thrive in, long-term.”
I nodded. By giving up my independence and my career to succumb to Andre’s dominance, I was taking the boldest step of my life. It couldn’t be for a short-term fling, a whim.
“To some degree, you will be like a stay-at-home wife,” Andre continued. “You will be responsible for our home, for taking care of yourself and for other things, relating to the nature of our relationship.”
“It’s the latter that I find myself wildly curious about,” I said with a smile.
“And don’t anticipate spending much time in those clothes you just brought over,” he said dryly.
Andre and I finished lunch then took a leisurely hand-in-hand walk through the vineyard, speaking little but nuzzling one another for the entire stroll. It made me feel cared for, protected, and even though we spent more than an hour among the grapevines, it ended all too soon.
We returned to Andre’s home and as soon as we entered, I slithered out of my clothes and my Master retrieved my collar and cuffs, putting them in their proper places once I was nude. He leashed me, and then led me to a door I’d never been through, one that led to the home’s basement.
As we walked through the door, Andre flipped on the lights downstairs, and together we moved downward.
Once we were downstairs, the first thing I noticed was a stainless steel frame with a canvas harness hanging from it. Its purpose was obvious.
We walked toward the swing and Andre helped me into the harness, and there I was, hanging with my legs spread for my Master, still not fully recovered from the prior night’s hours-long gangbang.
Andre dropped by leash and undressed slowly, as if taunting me. His cock was already erect by the time it was unveiled.
He grabbed the leash’s leather handle from the floor and walked between my legs, and braced myself for more pain.
Andre’s wrapped his left hand around his cock’s base and stepped toward me, rubbing his crown against my aching slit. Despite my pussy’s discomfort, I was aroused by the thought of having my Master inside me again, of being stretched and strained by his massive black shaft, and of letting nature take its course.
Nectar began to flow through my folds as the prick’s head teased me, and soon enough Andre was sliding inside me. The whimper that passed through my lips bordered on a shriek, and my feet flailed wildly in the harness as Master sank deeper and deeper into me.
Andre had me swinging lightly over his dick. Though more gentle than our previous fucks – as he’d promised it would be – it hurt badly, but it was a pain I found myself grateful to feel.
Master played with my feet as he effortlessly flowed in and out of me. He sucked and nibbled my toes, his teeth grazed and he licked the soles of my feet, the tickling causing me to forget the pain in my crotch.
My orgasm was the most intense I’ve ever had. I tensed and shuddered head to toe, my pussy’s juices exploding over Andre’s pelvis and thighs and dripping onto the floor. It was as if my mind was detached from the rest of me, akin to an out-of-body experience.
“Good girl,” Andre said in little more than a whisper, as he continued to fuck me, the swing rocking slow and steady despite my convulsions.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I said, my voice strained and cracking.
“We’re going to find out,” Andre replied, his pace increasing from slow to moderate, then leveling off.
A throaty growl swelled from within me and I writhed as my Master’s thrusts racked my slit with pain.
“Am I hurting my slut’s pussy?” Andre asked.
I nodded frantically, unable to catch enough breath to verbalize a response.
“You want this big black dick in your ass, then?” he said.
“God no!” I shrieked, imagining just how much worse my agony would be.
“I thought not,” Andre said. “And seeding that ass won’t do a thing to help me breed you.”
The words rocked me to my core, and a wave of warmth crashed through me. I began to sob with joy that this man I’d so admired as a co-worker and boss wanted to possess me, to dominate me, to push my mind and body to their limits, and that he seemed to crave seeing me with his children in my womb.
I’d never given much thought to maternity, but as Andre stabbed my aching crotch time and time again, and the happy tears freely flowed down my cheeks, I couldn’t imagine anything more natural, more right, than giving my master a gaggle of children.
When I came again, it was more like a seizure than an orgasm. It felt as if every muscle in my body had gone into spasm, as if I’d been struck by lightning. Andre groaned as my womb quaked with his prick inside it, and more of my warm fluids squirted onto him and the floor.
With his right hand holding the leash’s handle, Andre grabbed the harness strap that crossed my body a few inches above my mound and began rocking the swing hard and fast, sending his cock in and out of me violently.
A series of desperate, frantic squeals passed through my lips and my legs flailed in the straps that held them high in the air.
The look on Master’s face was prideful. He seemed to delight in having taken a woman who’d been untouched for more than six months and in less than a weekend turned her into an owned, black cock slut who was more and more savoring the idea of letting nature take its course. I began to wonder if at least part of the point behind last night’s gangbang was to show me that no one else would ever fill my body and soul the way Andre did.
“Beg for it,” Master growled, his dick twitching inside me.
“Please seed me,” I gasped. “Give me the first of our children, Master.”
My womb swelled with Andre’s warm goo, and I began to giggle, giddy with his ownership, his use.
“Who owns the pussy?” Andre said as the contents of his balls continued to spill into me.
“You do, Master,” I muttered breathlessly. “You own the pussy, and every bit of me.”
“Forever,” Andre replied.
“Forever,” I echoed.
He slipped from my sloppy cunt and released me from the harness. Immediately, I sank to my knees and glanced up at him.
“May your slave clean you, Master?” I asked.
“Please do,” he responded.
My fingers wrapped around his still turgid prick, guiding it to my mouth, and I began to suck him feverishly. I wanted Andre to understand how eager I was to accept his dominance, and how desperately I wanted to please him.
“Damn, woman, you are hungry for some nigga dick, aren’t you?” he said, prompting me to nod as I worshipped him.
I loved the taste of Andre’s cock after he fucked me. The combination of my sweet nectar and his salty jizz on his flesh reinforced the idea that we are now one, a Master and slave; a bold black man and his eager white whore.
After several minutes, Andre slipped his hands between my armpits and guided me upward till I was standing before embracing me and kissing me deeply, possessively, and we stood there, our bodies pressed together and our mouths intertwined, and I knew I belonged to him completely.

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Raven’s Cabin Ch.1

5 months ago, my parents died in a car accident, involving a drunk driver. Soon after, I was sent to live with my dad’s younger brother, Max, up in the mountains hours away from my old home. One day, sometime during the night, I happen to pass my Uncle’s bedroom and happen to catch him doing something that will forever change my life.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 21

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

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My Girlfriend’s Family

I am involved in a five sided love triangle or whatever it’s called – a pentagon love deal I guess? I just don’t know any other way to say it.

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A Model Mom

A Model Mom
Finally after a long day of work at the office I was home. I had to work overtime today to finish up some paperwork for Dr. Crunell but now looked forward to a nice relaxing weekend at home. I walked into the house
“Mikey you still awake?”
No answer
At thirteen years old my son didn’t really have much of a social life; I mean what kid goes to sleep at 10:00 pm on a Friday night?
Aw well, I didn’t really blame him, ever since my husband and I broke up last year he really hadn’t been the same. He kind of only hung out by himself. I’ve tried talking to him about it but recently he’s been talking to me less and less. I walked upstairs, the door of Mike’s door was cracked open and the light was on. As I walked up to it I heard scrambling inside. I knocked on the door. There was no answer so I pushed it open. Michael was lying on the bed, breathing heavily; his laptop was closed beside him. I realized that he was about that age and I had probably interrupted my son masturbating. I felt pretty embarrassed and was about to leave and close the door when something fell under the blankets and onto the floor beside the bed.
It was the pair of panties that I wore yesterday!
Michael’s breathing rate quickened.
I quickly flicked off the light, closed the door and walked into my bathroom to shower off. I put my hands on the counter; my head was spinning with thoughts. My 13 year old son was jacking off with my panties!
I let loose my shoulder length blonde hair and undressed to my bra and panties.
Was he merely using my panties while he was thinking of other women or was it possible that he was thinking about his own mother while he was masturbating? I imagined that the latter couldn’t be completely unthinkable as I inspected my shapely 32 year old body in the mirror. I had spent time lingerie modelling when I was in my late teens and early twenties but had to quit once I had Mike at such a young age. Regardless, I still spent a lot of time at the gym to keep my body looking good. I had the round D cup breasts, toned curvy butt and slender long body that had agents begging to sign me. I slipped off my bra and panties and entered the shower.
As I showered I couldn’t get the thought of my son masturbating with my panties out of my head. I was concerned, but a little part of me was turned on. The thought of my son masturbating to thoughts of me stoked my ego. My confidence had kind of been shaken since my husband and I broke up and I know it’s wrong but this kind of made me feel good.
I lightly played with my pussy and soon started fingering it in the shower. I masturbated to the thought of my son masturbating to me! I soon came. After cleaning up I stepped out of the shower, dried off. I put my panties on top of the rest of my clothes in the laundry. I went to bed hoping that when I checked tomorrow they wouldn’t be there.
The next day I woke up early. The thoughts of my son were still on my mind. I showered and slipped on a pink lace bra and matching thong and put on a short frilly lingerie type robe that just barely covered my bottom. I left the robe untied.
I inspected myself in the mirror. With my robe open and a slinky bra on there was plenty of cleavage showing. I never was a very strict dresser but walking around the house like this was a stretch even for me. I knew it would drive Michael crazy and that in turn would drive me crazy. I walked into his room and walked towards his bed. I leaned over so my robe fell open and my breasts were hanging and almost falling out of my bra. I brought my hand to his shoulder and gave him a nudge.
“Mikey wake up hun mommy needs to make you breakfast.”
He drearily woke up. Not noticing anything different at first but then his eyes popped open at how scantily clad his mom was. His eyes drifted towards my breasts before he realized I was watching. He pried his eyes from my chest to my face. I smiled and gave him a good morning hug, pushing my bra encased breasts into his chest. He put his arms around me and hugged my body closely. I had to break off the hug after what seemed like minutes, much to his disappointment. I told him to get dressed and come down for breakfast when it was ready.
I got started on eggs and when they were ready called Mike down.
I sat on the opposite end of Mike on our table and kept my eyes on my food. With my peripherals I could see him sneaking peeks at me in between his bites. I knew it was wrong teasing my son like this but I loved the attention I was getting from him. As I went to put a piece of scrambled egg in my mouth I let it fall off my fork and into my cleavage. I looked at Michael who was already looking at me
“I’m so clumsy.” I laughed
I looked down into my cleavage and reached my hand into my bra. I put my fingers in between my breasts and picked put the piece of egg. I put it into my mouth and smiled at Mike, he blushed and smiled back. He reached for his drink and clumsily knocked it off the table. The glass broke and the juice spilled all over the floor.
“Oh shit sorry mom.” He said “I guess were both clumsy this morning.”
“Oh don’t worry hun, but damn there is a lot of broken glass, I’ll sweep that up don’t get up off of your chair you might hurt yourself!”
I got up and got the broom. As I got up I saw him look my body up and down; my robe was so short that all of my long golden tan legs were bare. I started sweeping to the side of him and positioned myself so my back was facing him. I bent over to sweep the glass into the scooper. As I bent I felt my robe slip up over my butt. My thong clad ass was right in front of my son’s face. I wiggled my hips as I swept, taunting his desire. He must have wanted to grab the juicy cheeks in front of him so badly, and at this point I was so horny that nothing would make me happier than if he did.
I finished sweeping the glass. I then grabbed a rag and got on my knees on all fours to clean up the spilled juice. After cleaning up the juice around him I crawled under the table to clean any juice that may have crept there. I noticed that Mike’s dick was so hard that it was twitching. If I had it my way I would slip his pants down and put his pecker in my mouth right there and suck him off. After prying my eyes off of my son’s hard on I got out from under the table.
I knew my son needed some relief.
“Mikey I’m gonna go take a nap my head is killing me this morning, could you just wash the dishes and then throw the laundry in the washing machine for me?”
“Yeah no problem Mom.” He said, relieved for a chance to jack off his rock hard boner.
I went upstairs quickly and took off my bra and thong and put in on the hamper, I slammed the door of my bedroom, and then tip toed in the nude into my son’s room and crept into his closet. I knew the first thing he would do was grab my panties from the hamper and then go into his room and jack off. Sure enough in a few minutes after washing the dishes he came upstairs and headed straight to the laundry room. He came into view quickly through the vents in the closet as he entered the room.
He had my panties and my bra in his hands! His dick was rock hard and was pitching a fort in his sweatpants. He tossed my underwear onto his bed. My pussy was dripping in anticipation. Here I was naked in my son’s closet watching as he was about to masturbate. I could be found out at any time! Part of me wanted him to find me, but the other part realized how truly awkward it would have been. I lied silently in wait.
He took my bra in his hands and sniffed each cup. I started squeezing my breasts as he sniffed my bra. He licked the insides of each cup.
“Ohh baby.” He moaned as he licked and sniffed the fabric that had encased my breasts.
I wanted to come out and let him lick my breasts for real.
He opened up his lap top and opened up a file containing thousands of little thumbnails. He clicked on one to enlarge it.
It was a picture of me! Well the 20 year old version of me, modelling a push up bra and matching silk thong. Then he switched to one of me in the same outfit with my hands on my breasts pushing them up.
I had never told him I ever modelled, he must have found out somehow online. Judging from his computer screen he must have done quite a bit of searching because he had pretty much every pic I had ever taken!
He toggled through pictures of me in various poses and outfits until he found one of me clad in a pink thong similar to the one he had in his hand. In the picture my hand was on my ass as I was bending over and looking back at the camera.
He slid his pants down and then his boxers; revealing a spry 5 inch dick. He did some clicking and typing and opened up a separate window which was a porn video. It was of a busty blonde getting fucked doggy style so the camera wasn’t showing her face.
He brought my panties to his face and sniffed the crotch area. Surely it must have smelled like my cum because I was so wet that morning. He took another deep inhale and then licked it over and over and over again. He then sniffed the butt area of the thong and licked that.
With his other hand he grabbed my ass on the computer screen; surely pretending that it was really his mother’s ass cheek he was squeezing.
My pussy was dripping wet. I started fingering it vigorously
He wrapped my thong around his dick and started stroking it as he was watching both the video of the blonde getting fucked and the picture of his mom’s ass. I realized that he was imagining me as the blonde in the video.
He started jacking off faster, I fingered myself faster.
He started moaning, I put my left hand over my mouth to keep my moans from escaping.
He moaned hard as his dick exploded, his white cum leaked all over my pink thong. I came about 10 seconds later, my cum was leaking on his closet floor. I hope I wouldn’t leave a stain.
He lied there breathing heavily, before deciding to clean up and leave the room. He put my underwear on the hamper and he went downstairs, I snuck out of his room. I grabbed my underwear and snuck into my room. I put on the thong that my son had just jacked off with.
It was now wet with both his and my cum, I put on the bra as well and then put on a tight white blouse, a skirt and a white fleece sweater.
I walked out of the room and walked downstairs to the living room where Mike was watching tv. He looked up at me
“Um Hey mom, up so soon?”
I replied “Yeah I couldn’t really sleep.”
I sat down beside him and feigned interest in the basketball game he was watching
“So basketball huh? You thinking about trying out for the team next year?”
“No mom I’m not really good at basketball.”
“Well I think it’s important that you develop some hobbies, when I was your age I really started looking
seriously into becoming a model, and at 19 years old, I became a professional one.”
He looked up at me and pretended to be surprised
“Wow mom, you were a model!?”
It was weird having your son lie straight to your face, but I went along with it.
“Yup, I was until I had you. And to be honest now I was kind of thinking of getting back into it.”
“Mom that is a great idea you should do that.”
“Aw thanks hun, but the only thing is that it’s been 10 years since I’ve gone to a photo shoot, I would need to do a few practice ones first.”
“Yeah I imagine you would.” He replied
“Well, who better to practice with then you, would you mind being my photographer Mikey?”
His eyes lit up
“Sure Mom!”
“Perfect, I’ll get my camera.”
I got my digital camera and gave it to Mikey who was still beaming.
“Cheese” he said as he pointed the camera at me
I smiled
Flash
“Wow Mom you look great.”
What pose do you want to do next
“Hmm, I’m not sure, I never really decided the poses that I did, it was always the photographer that said
what to do, I just did it. So whatever you say to do I’ll do Mikey.” I said with a bit of a seductive tone in my voice
He smiled
“Alright that works for me, why don’t you put your hands on the back of your head and pull up your hair”
I did so and looked seductively into the camera; sticking my breasts out far
Flash
“Wow great, now stick your tongue out like you’re licking your lips.”
I did so
Flash
“You look great Mom, but um, it’s kind of hard getting to see you with that sweater in the way, could you um take it off.”
“Yeah sure thing.” I complied instantly as I took off my sweater and tossed it aside; revealing a tight pink blouse.
I waited for further instruction
He seemed to gain some confidence from my compliance
“That’s much better now why don’t you get in the same pose as before and make sure to stick your chest out.”
I put my hands in my hair and stuck my breasts out so much that they strained the buttons on the tight blouse
Flash
Flash
Flash
He took pictures from different angles
“Wow great you are smoking! Now um unbutton the top buttons of your blouse ”
I did so; revealing my cleavage to the camera
Flash
“Great, put your hands on your buttons.”
I did so and smiled
Flash
“Mmm now pull it apart a little more.”
I did so the straps of my pink lace bra were showing.
Flash
I noticed the bulge resurrect in Mike’s pants
“Now put your hands on you, um breasts.”
I did so
FLASH
“Maybe lift them up”
I squeezed them hard and lifted them up from the bottom
FLASH
“Now bend over and look up at the camera licking your lips again.”
I pulled my blouse apart further and bent down so my cleavage was exposed to the camera, I licked my lips.
FLASH
“Now squeeze your breasts together.”
I squished my boobs together and smiled at the camera
FLASH
FLASH
He snapped pictures as he stepped closer and zoomed in on my cleavage.
“Wow so sexy Mom, now um, could you take your blouse off completely?”
I looked at him naughtily but again complied instantly as I took off my blouse; leaving me in my slinky pink bra.
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
Mike eagerly snapped away without even giving me poses
He remembered I had given him the power to make me go much further
“Wow you look great, Now put your hands on the table and stick you um tush out.”
I did so, sticking my skirt clad bum into the face of the camera.
FLASH
“Now spread your legs wider.”
I did so; the skirt rode up my thigh so it was just a couple inches below my ass. The fabric clung to my ass cheeks.
FLASH
“Wow you have a great bum Mom. Now put your hand on your butt and look back and make a sexy face to the camera.”
I liked how he was taking control of me and getting more confident.
I put my hand on my ass and looked seductively back at Mike.
FLASH
“Show more of that sexy butt, pull your skirt up a little bit more so your panties show.”
I pulled my skirt all the way up; revealing my pink thong. I stuck my thong clad ass out and wiggled it for the camera and looked back.
FLASH
“MMM that’s great, now why don’t you step out of that skirt.”
I did so instantly, now I was left in nothing but he underwear that my son jacked off on a mere hour ago.
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
He snapped pictures eagerly of his near nude mother
“Now face me.”
I did
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
He took pictures of all angles as I stood still
“Put your hands on your boobs.” He said now with complete confidence as his horniness grew.
I did so, putting a hand on each bra covered boob.
“Bend over like before and squeeze them together.”
I did so, my boobs almost popped out of my bra
“Wow so fucking sexy” he whispered “Now put your fingers on the inside of the fabric and pretend to peel
your bra off”
I crept the edge of my fingers on the inside of my bra
FLASH
“Peel it down an inch.”
I did so revealing even more cleavage
FLASH
My nipples were hard and sticking through my bra in anticipation
“Peel it down some more”
I did so, the brown edges of my nipples were showing.
FLASH
“Now unhook your bra, but hold it up with the other hand.”
I did so, my breasts fell loose but I held up the bra to cover them
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
Mike waited, breathing heavily. He took a breath before saying.
“Let it fall to the floor.”
I slowly let it slip through my hands; letting my big round breasts fall free.
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
“Wow Mom your breasts are perfect.”
I beamed
“Thanks hun.” Before feigning interest back to the photoshoot “But lets be professional this is a
photoshoot, what next?”
“Oh of course, play with your hair again.”
I put my hands on my head, playing with my hair and sticking my big tits out into the air. The cool air breeze hit my already erect nipples. I had never modelled nude, and now I was doing it for my 13 year old son!
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
“Now put your fingers around your nipples and pinch them”
I did so, it felt so good.
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
“Mow put your hands on your boobs and squeeze them together.”
I did so
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
“Mom your tits are fantastic but now we need to see more of your ass, can you bend over on the table
again?”
I bent over on the glass table, letting my boobs squeeze against the cold glass, I stuck my ass in the air.
FLASH
He took a picture from the side view and then from behind.
“Can you put your hand on your ass cheek again and look back”
I did so
FLASH
“Now put both hands on both ass cheeks and split your ass cheeks apart.”
I did so, the tiny thong sunk into my crack.
FLASH
“MMM now slip the thong half way down your ass.”
I did so
FLASH
“Now slide it down to your ankles.”
I did so
FLASH
“Now step out of it.”
I stepped out of it
FLASH
“Now get up and face me”
I got up and faced him, there I was standing naked in front of my son.
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
He took pictures from all angles of my naked body
“Now can you sit on the couch.”
I did
FLASH
“Now spread your legs a little bit.”
I did so, exposing my pussy fully to the camera
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
“Now put your fingers on your um pussy lips and spread them.”
I did so, my pussy was dripping once again
FLASH
“Now put a finger in there.”
I did
FLASH
I started fingering myself, masturbating in front of my son
FLASH
“Squeeze your tits with your other hand.”
I started playing with my boob with my other hand, moaning wildly. The thrill was unbelievable.
FLASH
FLASH
FLASH
I stuck my hand out and gestured for Mike to come join me
He put the camera on the stand and put it on automatic.
He walked over to me and put his hands on my breasts and started squeezing away.
I locked lips with him and started kissing him passionately. He didn’t really know how to kiss as his tongue was just wildly lashing away but I didn’t care. For some reason I just wanted him so bad
FLASH
I grabbed his hard cock through his pants
He took his shirt off
I got on my knees and eagerly slipped his pants and boxers off. His young cock sprung free and hit me in the cheek. I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking away vigorously
FLASH
His hands stroked through my hair as my head bobbed up and down his young dick. I licked his salty ball sac before returning to his dick. I sucked away vigorously
Mike was moaning out of control
His dick started twitching I took it out of my mouth and let him deliver a cum shot onto his mother’s face, I faced the camera
FLASH
I licked all that I could and go the rest of my face clean with my finger.
I quickly got back on the couch and started making out with him again. I shoved his head into my naked tits.
He started sucking on my nipples
FLASH
I started moaning
“Lick Mommy, Lick Mommy down there Mikey”
I pushed his head down
He delved into my pussy and started licking my pussy. I wrapped my thighs around his head as my body squirmed. As his tongue hit deeper in my pussy I gripped the couch harder and moaned louder. Soon I started squirming out of control and orgasmed violently.
FLASH
Mike slurped up his mommy’s juices as he eagerly kept eating me out.
He stood up and pressed his body against mine on the couch; once again caressing my breasts while kissing me deeply. I stroked his dick with my hands to get it hard again, this didn’t take long.
FLASH
We rolled off the couch onto the carpet. I rolled my body on top of his. I kissed him and whispered into his ear.
“Lay back baby Mommy will do all the work”
I put my pussy lips on the tip of his dick and slowly thrusted my pussy onto his dick. We
simultaneously moaned.
FLASH
He reached out with his hands and started squeezing my tits as I slowly fucked him. His young dick inside me felt so good, god only knew how much pleasure he was in; losing his virginity to the woman of his dreams.
FLASH
I started riding his dick faster, his fingers clenched onto my breasts as his pleasure grew. We were both moaning out of control. My body started quivering, his dick started pulsating inside of me. I thrusted my pussy all the way down so his shaft was fully inside of me. I arched my back in pleasure, he gripped my breasts so hard it hurt. We both moaned out loud as we orgasmed simultaneously. I collapsed on top of him, we breathed heavily.
FLASH
I kissed him softly. He reached down and started massaging my ass cheeks. I smiled
“You like Mommy’s ass?”
“Oh yea I do.” He replied
He massaged my ass cheeks harder and more vigorously. He rolled me off of him. HE crawled behind me. I knew he wanted my ass. I stuck my ass in the air. He put both hands on my cheeks and split them apart. He brought his nose to my ass hole and took a deep whiff and moaned.
FLASH
He had been sniffing my panties for so long, now he was sniffing the real thing. He took another deep whiff. Next he licked the crease of my ass all the way up to my asshole; this sent a shiver up my spine. He circled my asshole with his tongue and then licked the inside of my ass. Next he put his index finger on my asshole and slowly inserted it. I yelped as this moved caught me off guard.
FLASH
He started thrusting his finger in and out my tight ass hole. Next his middle finger joined his index finger as he thrusted 2 fingers into my ass hole. I moaned in both pain and pleasure. I was squirming on the floor as my son was double fingering my ass.
FLASH
He took his hand out of my ass and sniffed his finger and moaned. He paused before asking
“Mom can I fuck your ass?”
“Yeah baby just be careful I’ve never let anyone in there before.”
“Alright Mom”
He put the tip of his dick into my ass and slowly thrusted it fully in
I grimaced in pain. I gripped the carpet as his dick entered my ass. The pain was almost unbearable but
the pleasure of his dick in my tight ass hole was greater. He slowly thrusted in and out.
FLASH
He started thrusting faster as his lust grew. I was moaning out of control, my tits were knocking back and forth so fast they were almost hitting me in the face. Soon as he was ready to cum he thrusted his dick as deep into my ass as possible and came in me again. His cum started oozing out of my ass.
FLASH
He put his finger in my ass and scooped out a load of his cum. I lied down facing him, he put his finger in my mouth and I licked it clean. He reached in my asshole again and digged deep for the remaining cum, he put his finger in my mouth again, I sucked it, making sure to get all of his cum in my mouth.
FLASH
He lied on top of me and kissed me softly. He fondled my breast; playing with my nipple.
“Great photoshoot” he said smiling
“Mmm thanks hun, we need to do another one really soon.”
FLASH

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