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Ex Step Daughter Cums For Her Mom’s Stuff

It was hard kicking Sylvia out. We hadn’t lived together for very long and then again we simply did not have the chemistry to date, let alone live together. We’d never clicked as a couple. So the hard part was not to come to the conclusion that ‘hey – I got to get rid of this bitch.” The hard part for a loser like me is to work up the courage to do it. When I did, she went back to stay with the older of her two daughters, Bridget.
Around the time we met she was also staying at her daughter’s house. We met at a nearby pub, and I could hardly wait to get my dick in her pussy and blow a good couple day’s worth of cum all over her ass and on the pink thong she wore.
If a woman is wearing a thong and it is nice and stretchy I prefer sliding it to the side when I fuck her. It no doubt made Sylvia, a mature lady of forty-some odd years feel like a slutty nineteen year old. At the pub, and only very briefly at my house, she wore spandex leggings and a blouse that luckily didn’t even cover her plump booty looking incredibly luscious in those fuck-me leggings. Her stilettos made her ass pop out. Luckily there were few men at the bar and since this all took place in a suburban area in Florida, few fellas not covered by medicare or unemployment, so I got a shot at fucking her, which obviously is what she wanted. But as much as I got lucky that night, my bad luck would soon return with a vengeance. I got stuck with her and had to kick her out. Our relationship started out hot and steamy and ended on a sour note.
At least I had tried to be polite about asking her to kindly move out. At first she insisted on giving it another shot. Being polite failed and in the end I asked her daughter Bridget, to get her mom out of my house. This rather desperate strategy worked only too well, and now Sylvia would not talk to me. I wasn’t complaining but at the same time, I did care about the bitch and felt bad that I had upset her.
She hadn’t brought any furniture or much of anything except clothes and beauty products to my house, but because she left in a hurry, she had forgotten about some of her clothes. It could stay there for all I cared. I still had her pink thong, which I took it out some times to jerk off in it, and on it.
A couple weeks after Sylvia moved the doorbell rang and I was hugging her younger daughter Gracie. She looked good as always. She wore a jean skirt and a loose fitting top. Nothing too revealing. This curvy brunette with a sweet disposition and mischievous eyes, asked how I was doing and I said ‘fine.’
My mom wants me to get the her stuff, she said. She misses you!
Thanks for saying that but I doubt it, I said.
You doubt what? she said.
I doubt the part about missing me. I have no doubt about her wanting her shit back.
Actually, she doesn’t want it back. The clothes she left, she didn’t want. But she said I could have them if I picked them up myself. Is that okay by you?
Yeah sure thing! They’re still in my bedroom.
Could you show me where they are please, she said.
Okay, I said and walked ahead to my bedroom. It’s a nice and big room with a king size bed in it. I opened the walk-in closet where most of her stuff was hanging. She took out a couple of dresses.
Can I try these on? she asked.
Of course The bathroom is right over there, I said, pointing in the direction of the adjoining bathroom. She left me for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to stay or not, but I stayed. And I was glad I did because she finally came out wearing a little black dress. It was short and tight around the booty and tits. She turned around and asked me to zip her up. Since I felt my cock chub up, and start to squirm a bit, I quickly zipped the dress up. She turned to face me.
Is this too revealing? she asked, giving me cause to look at her cleavage. Her boobs were the size of her mother’s, around a 32d.
No, if anything it’s not revealing enough, I joked.
Oh please. Seriously though, is it a keeper?
Yes, I think so. You look great! You look better in it than your mom, I said. I don’t think she’d even fit into it.
Oh be nice, she said.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she seemed to take no notice of me gawking at her luscious butt. Again I felt my cock swell up in my briefs. I wished it would stop, but then again, I wasn’t going to stop looking at my ex’s youngest daughter, Gracie, modeling the little black dress. Finally, she went back in the bathroom so I could adjust my boner. I couldn’t believe my urges. I mean, am I that much of a freak?
Next she came out wearing a strapless sundress. The material was very thin and was draped around her young body with as much sexiness as I could take.
You look gorgeous Gracie, I told her.
She looked in the mirror while I approached her from behind and proceeded to gently rub her shoulders and neck. I had given her a back rub before which is how I knew she wouldn’t freak out. In fact, neither one of us said anything for the minute this was happening. She did not object, but I did not want to come off as a creep so I stopped touching her. She had more clothes to try on. A couple pairs of pants she didn’t want, a coat and a halter top she decided to keep. Some of the clothes she decided not to take without trying them on, because they were not her style. The last item she took out of the closet was a halloween outfit I didn’t realize she’d left behind. Gracie looked at it, looked at me with a grin, and slipped into the bathroom. She came out wearing the sexy gladiator queen outfit her mother had worn last halloween. The rubber skirt for it was really short, barely covering her ass.
Wow! I said.
Do you like it? she asked.
Oh I like! You look hot, sweetie.
Did my mom really go out in this?
She wore it at a halloween party.
She’s such a slut, she said.
That’s for damn sure! At the party she was shaking her ass like a cheap stripper.
Oh yeah? But I bet you liked it!
I did. I’ll miss that ass! I said.
You’re gonna miss mommy’s ass? What do you think about mine? she asked and turned around to shake her ass within spanking distance. I couldn’t help myself and I spanked her firmly on her ass. It made my cock jump and get fully erect. She had a surprised look on her face and immediately stopped gyrating her hips which did nothing to stop me from pressing my crotch against her ass and place one hand on her tummy and another on her arm.
I whispered in her ear: I think your ass is even hotter than your mommy’s!
She looked surprised at my directness. She must not have thought I had it in me since I usually had done my best to behave like a gentleman around Sylvia’s daughters. Now, all bets were off. My dick was rock hard and I had a scantily clad 22-year old twerking right in front of me in my bedroom. At least I was going to try!
She wiggled loose from my advances and asked for a bag to put the clothes in. All Sylvia’s clothes were lying in two piles on the bed. I wanted to throw her on the bed too, but I went to get her the bag instead.
I was happy to see she was still wearing the costume when I returned.
A garbage bag? Really? she said.
I’m sorry if that’s not good enough for you, princess…
It’s fine, she said. Is there any more clothes?
At first I said no. Then I remembered the undergarments and lingerie in one og the dresser drawers.
No, wait a second, I said. There is more in the top drawer of the dresser.
She opened the drawer and looked at some worn out cotton panties and boy shorts which she tossed aside. Then she came across the shiny black leggings her mom wore the first time I met her. I had peeled them off her the first time I fucked her. She grabbed the leggings and a tube top and went back into the bathroom, only this time she left the door cracked. I saw her slipping out of the costume, standing totally naked. A couple minutes later she came out wearing the tight leggings and tube top. Again, I told her she looked stunning.
Thank you, she said, and went to look in the drawer. To my horror she found the pink thong. She looked at it and felt it and finally smelled it. I thought
These are nice but why are they so sticky?
I’m sorry, I said. I’ll take them and wash them.
As I reached to snatch them away from her she held them behind her back.
I want them, she said. But I just want to know. Did you jerk off in them?
What if I did? I said, rather nervously.
I think that’s cute, she said. But does that mean you still have feelings for mommy?
No, I said.
Are you sure? she said.
I’m sure! I said.
I want you to prove it to me! said Gracie.
I’ll do anything, I said. I moved in closer and closer but she spun around and started twerkin in her mom’s sexy leggings and bumping into my hardon.
You’re gonna prove it to me, then take out that hard dick of yours.
I pulled my pants and briefs down and she started grinding up along the shaft of my dick, then lowered her ass while only grazing my dick, and repeating. I was already on the verge of cumming, so I grabbed her and licked the side of her neck. She turned her head and we made out. She turned to face me and I yanked her mommy’s lycra tube top off of her and felt her breast.
I sucked on her nipples, pulled the leggings down and as I took her panties off I remembered that she was still holding the pink thong. I took it out of her hand.
What’re you doing? Those are mine?
Are they yours? Well let me give them to you!
Yeah, give them to me, she said. I kissed her, letting my greedy tongue slither all around her young mouth.
Give them back! she said. I fucking want those thongs!
Okay if you insist, young lady. She squealed as I lifted her and placed her on the bed. Then I slid the thongs on her and slid them to the side to lick her pussy until she demanded that I fuck her.
I want your dick inside me! she said.
I was happy to oblige, fucking her missionary, doggystyle, and cowgirl. As she was riding my dick, I got up with her still on me, and stood on the floor holding her on my dick while fucking her.
When I knew I couldn’t go on longer without cumming, I threw her on the bed, pulled the thongs off and stuck them in her mouth. I fucked her a minute longer, maybe less. Her hands were free and she could have taken them out of her mouth if she wanted, but she had submitted to me. I was her master and she was mine.
Not wearing a condom, I had to pull out before cumming. I helped my dick reach that final euphoric stage and blasted a load of cum onto her mommy’s pretty little thongs in her mouth.
She kissed me lovingly before she left me on the bed and let herself out. Before I took a nap I noticed the little black dress. She had forgotten it. I hope she comes back for it!

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SIXTY-THREE DAYS OF AUNT JENNY

I’ve never been able to figure out if this is normal or if I was just sexually precocious but I’ve been fascinated with women since a very early age. I don’t mean that I was a 6-year old getting boners but that specific girls and ladies would captivate me. I’d get feelings about them that were different than those I had towards my mom or sister or for most female friends. My enthrallment wasn’t even age specific, I could be attracted to girls my own age, to teenagers or even to ladies my mom’s age. Not knowing what these feelings were I internalized them as being “in love”. At the age of 9 I fell “in love” with Aunt Jenny. My name is George and I want to point out that Aunt Jenny was not an actual relative but an old friend of my mom’s. Calling her “aunt” was done as a sign of respect and indicated a closer bond between our families than with other friends and neighbors.
Aunt Jenny and her family lived in Loganburg, Pennsylvania, which was my Mom’s hometown. I was two when we moved away from PA and began living in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. As a young child, I only knew Aunt Jenny as a voice on the phone and as the sender of gifts at Christmas and birthday time. That changed in 1965 when she, Uncle Don and her boys Ken and Fred drove down to spend a vacation with us. On a hot June day their Ford pulled into our driveway to great excitement. Aunt Jenny got out of the car wearing light blue shorts, a white blouse and sandals. Her hair was brown and shoulder length. Even into my adult life I’ve never been a big fan of make up, but of anybody I’ve ever seen, she pulled it off the best. Particularly the way her lipstick accented her warm, engaging smile. She came over, picked me up, said hello and gave me a big kiss. Her perfume smelled like flowers. My captivation was immediate.
That visit was great. During the course of their visit, my summer was an atypical one. We went to the beach, the movies, the wax museum, an alligator farm and other attractions. I really liked Ken and Fred, but since they were older they were more interested in hanging out with my sister Doreen and her friends. Since her boys were more content in being in Doreen’s circle, Jenny focused a lot of attention towards me. She had a sweet mellifluous voice that both relaxed me and made the back of my neck tingle. I was happy in her presence. When they left for home I thought my heart would break.
For the next few years our families would visit one another, alternating locales. These visits were always the highlight of the summer, if not the entire year. Loganburg was so very different from Lauderdale. The houses were multi-storied and had varied architecture, instead of the ranch styled houses of Lauderdale. Aunt Jenny’s house was particularly impressive to me. It was a large brick home that was the corner lot of Elm Ave & 25th street. It had two porches, an enclosed one on Elm ave and an open one on the street side. They had beds on the enclosed one and that is where us boys slept. The outside porch had the neatest swing and was additionally shaded by 3 large chestnut trees along the street. The streets of Loganburg were very narrow compared to home and I noticed that the people seemed friendlier. I’m sure Ken and Fred would have thought me crazy but I considered Loganburg very exotic. But of course my biggest thrill was being with Aunt Jenny.
By the time 1969 rolled around my being “in love” evolved into being “in lust”. I turned 13 that summer and had discovered jacking off. My buddy Jeff had acquired a stash of skin books from his college-bound brother and he let me have one of them. The coolest part of the deal was that one of the models bore a striking resemblance to Aunt Jenny. Combined with pictures I had of her in a bathing suit my right arm was working overtime. Their visit that year took on an all-new dimension and I feverishly hatched plans to fuel my erotic yearnings. First was a plan to peek at her in the bathroom. I pondered drilling a hole between my room and the bathroom, but I figured that was too dangerous. I also considered placing a small mirror on the awning of our bathroom window, but again that was just a pipe dream.Despite of all my imagination and enthusiasm I was not able to conceive of a workable plan to view her naked. However a plan that did work was almost as audacious those voyeuristic plans. After Aunt Jenny showered, I was able to temporarily “liberate” a pair of her dirty panties from the hamper. They were sexy and soft, with a little pink floral pattern. The smell of her cunt lingered on the crotch and I almost came just from sniffing them.
After they returned home to Loganburg, a situation arose that inspired in me another piece of perverse genius. My pal Jeff was getting paranoid that his folks might find his “library” so he told me that I could have all his magazines. It wasn’t easy but I smuggled 39 porn mags into my room. The next step of my plan was to find and borrow every photo negative we had that contained Aunt Jenny in it. I bicycled outside my neighborhood to a drugstore where I had 3 reprints made of each photo. That summer Mom, Dad and Doreen all worked so my mornings were unsupervised. I combed my magazines for just the right size pictures and I cut Jenny’s head out of the photos and glued them to the nude photos. These revised pics were then pasted into an old LOOK magazine, which served as my special gallery. Ahh, life was good.
1971 turned into a rough year for me. In April mom told me that there would be no visit this year. Her explanation was vague, but allegedly Jenny’s family had too many other things going on to make the trip. I was devastated. It wasn’t too much longer that I discovered the real reason; Jenny and Don were getting a divorce. He’d fallen for another, younger woman and was moving away to California. I felt terrible, mostly because I loved Aunt Jenny and hated for her to be in pain. But part of it was guilt over my sexual feelings for her. That day I destroyed my “Aunt Jenny Gallery”.
1971 was also the year that I started High School. Like every other kid I found the transition awkward and I suffered from the typical adolescent problems of self-doubt, low self-esteem and feeling outcast. Although I would have argued with you at the time, I was a good-looking kid. But my folks sabotaged me with a very strict attitude about long hair, as in NO WAY. Plus I had a poor sense of fashion. As a result I was always uncomfortable with how I looked and felt un-cool. Compound this with my shyness and you have a guy that did not date.
In the spring of 1972 I learned of even more drastic changes. Doreen, who was away at college, informed us that she had an opportunity to spend the summer traveling in Europe and was going to do so. The most upsetting change was that dad had been asked to temporarily head up his company’s office in Seattle through the end of August. I had to choose between moving there with he and mom or to stay at my grandparents in Ft. Lauderdale. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with either choice. But incredibly a third option arose. Mom had been talking with Aunt Jenny and Jenny had suggested that they let me stay with her in Loganburg for the entire summer. Mom had sensed my disappointment last year and thought that maybe my going there might pick up Jenny’s spirits too. This was the best news I could have received!
My folks left me in the care of my grandparents until June 10th, when I boarded a flight to Pittsburgh. Aunt Jenny and her sons met me and after stopping for lunch, made the hour-long trip to Loganburg.
Although I thought Don was a real prick for dumping Jenny, at least he was generous with the divorce settlement. Not only did she keep the house but her alimony was enough to keep her from having to work. Still that big ‘ol house did demand upkeep and I was happy to help carry any of the load that I was able to. Ken & Fred did anything that involved carpentry, so I focused on yardwork and with helping Jenny clean. It’s funny because I used to bitch at home about doing chores. Yet somehow when you do them for somebody else, the endeavors become more palatable.
Both brothers attended the local college campus during the fall & spring. Their summertime was kept pretty active between jobs and an active social calendar. They did make an effort to try and include me sometimes but it was pretty clear that most of my time would be spent with Jenny.
On Friday night Aunt Jenny and I were spending the evening alone. Ken was on a date and Fred was working at the pizza shop. We settled into to living room to watch some TV. I was more interested it watching Jenny. She had her hair back in a ponytail was sporting a yellow print top and white shorts. We were both sitting on the sofa when I heard her going “ouch, ouch”. Her hands were at her left foot trying to work out a cramp. I offered to rub her foot and she accepted. She laid down, put her foot on my lap and I began to massage them. Her nails were polished pink just as they’d been in 65. I should have thought ahead but in my haste to touch her, I hadn’t adjusted my crotch. Now as my cock hardened. it was sloped down at a bad angle and my erection became very noticeable. I had mixed feelings at that moment but lust one out and I just continued working. I looked to see her reaction and she gazed back at me looking as sexy as I’d ever seen her. Staring at me she licked her sensuous lips. It was unspoken but I knew that she wanted my kiss. I stopped the massage and crawled on top of her, her mouth open and ready for mine. We embraced and I felt her soft warm tongue enter my mouth. I’d wondered what french kissing was like and I was not disappointed. My own tongue explored the texture of hers, as well as her lips and teeth. The experience was exquisite. I grew bold and put my hand inside her blouse. Her breasts were of medium size, like a grapefuit. I could feel her nipples hardening and straining against the fabric of her bra. But suddenly we heard the kitchen door open and Jenny sprang up to see who was there. Her exit gave me time to adjust my hard-on. It was Fred at the door. He was coming back from a delivery and stopped to get a cassette tape. I took the opportunity to call out and say I was going to bed. Making sure that I had some kleenex handy, I stripped, got into bed and started to masturbate. Soon I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Jenny stuck her head in the door and said “George wait a minute”. I heard her walk into the bathroom and she returned to my room with a towel, a damp washrag and some hand lotion. Quietly Aunt Jenny directed me to pull down the bed sheet and raise my butt. I did as she said and she spread the towel underneath me. She put some lotion on her hand and wrapped it around my hard, hard cock. Slowly she began stroking it. She positioned her thumb and forefinger so that it offered a little resistance and so that my cock head would sort of pop through on the downstroke. She whispered to me with her lovely soft voice “ Oh George what a big beautiful cock you have. MMmm it’s so nice and hard” I could only imagine that this must be what her cunt felt like. With her other hand she gently massaged my balls. I’d jacked off hundreds of times but it never felt as good as this! This reality was much more erotic than any scenario I’d ever dreamed up. It felt so wonderful but I really needed to cum. I ceased being passive and I began fucking Jenny’s hand. Sensing my urgency she increased her speed and I felt my balls contract. My load shot off like a cannon and actually hit my face. There was a river of sperm all over my chest and stomach. She cleaned me off with the washrag the said “That’s as far as we dare go tonight George.” She kissed me goodnight and bade me to sleep well.
The next morning was Saturday and I awakened early. My mind was racing. Was the previous night simply an anomaly? I went downstairs and found Jenny in the kitchen. My anxiety disappeared as she flashed me a mischievous smile and in a smart-alecty tone asked me “how do you feel this morning?” She came over and gave me a long, intense French kiss. We stopped after hearing footsteps on the stairs and she whispered to me “we have a date tonight”. The sound was coming from both her sons and we all sat down to have breakfast together. During the morning conversation all our evenings were planned out. Fred was working and Ken had plans to go over to his buddy Steve’s house. Jenny mentioned that she and I were going to go shopping. Little did I know her real game plan.
The day was filled with household chores. Normally this work would have made the day breeze by, but I was so filled with anticipation it seemed like the afternoon took forever. Finally 6:30 arrived and Jenny and I headed out. We did go to a department store, just as she had said at breakfast, but she made sure that we were out by 7:30.
It was just getting dusk and she drove to Phillips Park. This was a small wooded park in the middle of a quiet residential neighborhood. Technically it closed at dusk but there were no gates or security to keep people away. She took me by the hand and we made our way to a stand of maple trees. It was away from the path and in the darkness it provided excellent privacy. She had brought a blanket with her which she laid on the ground. Then we lay down on it, embraced and started kissing. Jenny was wearing a scent that smelled like vanilla and to this day that fragrance can arouse me. The night was beautiful clear and warm. I put my hand under her shirt and began to fondle her breasts. She stopped me for a moment, but only so she could remove her bra. Her nipples were hard and were surprisingly long. I gently pinched and rolled them as we kissed. These actions appeared to please her as she gently moaned. My cock seemed harder than it had ever felt before. She undid my belt and the top of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. Then she completely removed her shorts and panties, spread her thighs open and told me to enter her. She guided my cock into her warm, wet cunt and I made my first plunge. Wow….is there anything more intense than the first time you feel your cock surrounded by pussy? The feeling was wonderful, yet actually a little different than I imagined that it would be. I started out slowly, thrusting it inside her as deep as I could and then withdrawing until only my head was in. This felt great but it was easy to go too far and pop out completely. After my third withdrawal I began using shorter strokes. Jenny was bucking along like an animal: it must have been a long while since she’d been fucked. Surprisingly it was Jenny that came first. You’d have thought that since it was my first time, that I’d have gone off in an instant. I realized later on in life that this was mostly because Jenny’s cunt had been stretched from giving birth. Had she have been tighter then I’d have popped like a champagne cork. After a little while I did find a move that provided me with release. I scooted up so that most of the friction occurred on the top of my penis and not the more sensitive underside. It was a unique sensation that I’d never felt by masturbating. Shortly after discovering the move I released what felt like gallons of cum. It was during this first fuck that I discovered a useful quirk of my own physiology; my penis stays hard long after I cum. So I was able to continue to fuck Jenny. Between her moisture and all my semen this was some seriously sloppy fucking, but she managed two more orgasms. We gathered our selves together and then drove home. Neither Fred or Ken there when we arrived. so we settled in on the couch and made out. It was hard to say which of us wanted the other more. At 11:00 we kissed goodnight and I went to bed cherishing the afterglow of loss of virginity. My initial experience had gone a hell of lot better than a lot of other guys.
Fate intervened for us in the form of a lucky coincidence. Jenny’s niece Dianne was going on vacation and she had asked Jenny if she would go over to her apartment twice a day to feed her cat. Dianne lived in an apartment about 2 blocks away and doing Dianne this favor provided us with a comfortable and private sanctuary for our trysts. It afforded us a plausible terrific excuse to get away and we exploited these opportunities to the maximum.
Our first encounter in the apartment was one of the most memorable events of my life. After taking care of Button’s breakfast, we decided that Dianne’s living room floor would make a wonderful setting for our love making. Bathed in the morning light Jenny seductively unbuttoned her blouse end removed her bra. She then kicked off her sandals, peeled off her jeans and removed her panties. She lay down on the thick shag carpet; legs spread open and offered an inviting look. After years of fantasizing it, I was finally seeing Jenny totally nude. I quickly removed all my clothes, got on the floor and crawled to her. I kissed her soft lips and then began kissing her all over. I wanted to see all of her wonderful body up close. It was exactly what you’d have expected for a 42 year old woman: a slight paunch, a bit hippy and a few stretch marks. I guess this would have turned off a lot of guys, but these features delighted me. They belonged to my Aunt Jenny and thus were completely erotic to my sensibilities. I gently rubbed and stroked her using both my hands and tongue; exploring the taste and textures of her smooth, soft skin. I made my may to her feet. Those sexy, painted toes that had captured my attention when I was nine, became the target of my attention. Instinctively I placed the middle three toes of her right foot into my mouth and began sucking on them. This elicited an exquisite moan from her. After a few minutes of attention there, I turned around and made my way between her legs. I was about to achieve another personal goal in tasting a woman’s cunt .Aunt Jenny’s pussy was quite hairy. I brushed the hair aside and parted her outer lips to reveal her inner sex. The fragrance was intoxicating. My foreplay had resulted in a glistening , moist vagina. I inserted my tongue deeply inside her. She provided me with instructions on where and how she liked to be orally caressed. She really enjoyed having me rapidly flick my tongue to the right side of her clit. Direct contact was just a little to intense for her and my tongue was just barely grazing it’s side. She coaxed me to go faster. I looked up with out stopping and was treated to the sight of her twisting her own nipples. “Don’t stop , don’t stop” she bade me. I felt her legs tense up and she began lo loudly groan. Her whole body shuddered in an explosive climax. She commanded me to enter her and I started to fuck her. The preceding activity was almost too much for me and this time her lack of tightness did not hinder me. I came after about ten strokes. I crawled up and we cuddled for a little bit as we caught our breath. She had taken my virginity the night before, but after this session I really did feel like a man.
Over the balance of that week Jenny and I repeated these sessions with a few variations. We fucked in every room of Dianne’s apartment; on the floors, in Dianne’s bed and even on the kitchen table. I wondered if Dianne ever made use of the furniture like we did?
After Dianne returned our opportunities were reduced. But the floodgates of desire had been released and we scouted for any chances that we could. The most reliable venue was the basement laundry room. Jenny kept an old, thick blanket down there which provided a modicum of comfort. Since the boys liked to sleep in, we were able to have a “good-morning” fuck on many occasions. But it was not an ideal situation.
We got a real break in July. Fred and Steve had tickets to see a concert in Pittsburgh. They had cousins in the ‘burgh and it was arranged that the guys we stay the entire weekend with them. This of course gave Jenny and I free reign to the entire house. The show was on Friday night but the guys went up on Thursday night and they were not coming back until Sunday evening. We went to her bed immediately after dinner and during the next 60 hours we had a marathon of sex It was during this weekend that Jenny gave me the only disappointment of our affair. I asked her if she would suck me off, but for whatever reason this was an act that she was uncomfortable with. I had the good sense not to press the issue. Later in life I discoved that blowjobs were my favorite sex act. It’s pity that she distained them because I’m sure she would have made a glorious cocksucker. Instead of a bj she offered me another novelty; a tit fuck. She started by applying lotion to my penis an hand fucking me as she’d done before. When she sensed that I was close, she sandwiched my cock between her breasts and I used them as a makeshift cunt. When I came, I came hard and my semen splashed her face. I stared at her beautiful face, dripping with my seed and she had an incredible wanton look. Wow did this turn me on! She went to wipe her face but I begged her to stop. Instead I laid with my back on the bed and had her mount me from above. Her breasts hung down, swinging as I fucked her fast and hard. All the while I gazed at her cum-painted face. This image was so erotic to me, I stayed hard for almost a hour. It resulted in 3 orgasms for Jenny
On another occaision we got dangerously daring. It was a particularly warm evening so we spend our time on the front porch. Ken was working but Fred was with us. He and Jenny were on the swing and I sat on a chair, my feet propped up on the banister. Fred and I were dressed identically; simply in gym shorts. Jenny had on a black terrycloth outfit consisting of shorts and a matching top. About 9 o’clock Fred got a call from his friend Bill, who wanted him to go to the movies. He invited me along but I passed. Bill picked him up at 9:30 and they went off to the 10:00 show. Jenny asked me to turn off the middle room light and to sit beside her. Once that light was off, the porch was incredibly dark. I sat next to her and we began to kiss I adored the way she used her tongue and the taste of her mouth. She slid her hand into my shorts, under the legband and rubbed my cock and balls. “Mr Happy” was rock hard. She then told me to go, take off my undies, put the shorts back on and meet her on the swing again. When I returned she charged me to sit down and slip my cock out from the legband. She slid her legband as well, having me enter her from behind as she sat on my lap. As we swung back and forth, she controlled the fucking with her hip thrusts. The feeling was exquisite. As we fucked I could hear cars pass by and some folks walking down the street. Jenny was really getting off by the risk of it all. Before long I felt her muscles contract and hear her grunt with an orgasm. I wanted to get my nut off too! So I had her climb off and bend forward over the banister. I reentered her and pumped her violently. My cum was soon running out of her pussy and down her legs
As summer grew to a close the realization that our affair had to end loomed large in our minds. I tried to prepare myself emotionally but when I did go home it was very difficult. Ultimately though, the summer worked out for us. Aunt Jenny’s life took an upturn. She met and fell in love with a guy named Darren, who she married in 1976. I was genuinely happy for her. The pair of them came for a visit that year and it was wonderful to watch her enjoying life again. I had no expectations of any repeat encounters.
Over the years I’ve tried to work out why that summer happened the way that it did. Years later I found out that she had dated my father for a time and wondered of my resemblance to my dad had an influence in her attraction. We were both at our peak sexual years and the whole May-December thing held a lot of erotic appeal. I’m thankful that she gave me the tender education that she did and I have never felt guilty about it.
For myself, that magic summers provided me with many treasures. I gained an inner confidence that I’d lacked before. I used this to get over my shyness and soon started dating. When the time came for intimacy with those young ladies, my “training” paid off. I made damn sure that the gals went away happy. By the time I went to college I had experienced several different partners. I wound up meeting my wife during my sophomore year and she turned out to be my perfect match. Our sex life remains great after 25 years and we remain each other’s best friend.

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A Son’s Vengence: Ch.1 Strike Against the Home-wrecker.

I hate my new stepmother, Lily. If she and my son of a bitch father hadn’t had that affair, my real mother wouldn’t have been drinking, got into that car, and died. Not long after that, they got married. Go figure. She a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and a nice hourglass figure, but she’s only a slut after my father for his money and he just wants some sex. Now I’m just a soon to be 15-year old boy stuck with the two of them and her 13-year-old daughter, Lucy, who looks like a mini version of her slut mother.
Well, after about one month after she moved in, I arrived home from school, and I heard some weird sounds coming from their room, so I looked in their room to see what was going on. The moment I looked inside, I saw that slut taking it on her back from Johnny Ryder, a business partner and friend of my father.
“Oh God, Oh God, fuck that pussy.” That whore moans as she takes his dick.
“Yeah, take my big fat cock, you slut. I bet you love getting fucked by a real cock.” I know Johnny and my dad love competing, but not like this.
“Yes, I love being fuck by your big fat cock instead of that tiny dick.”
I’m shocked… and hard by the site of their fornication, but not surprised. Well, at least for Lily’s part. I genuinely thought Johnny was my dad’s friend. I guess you can never truly know a person.
They continue fucking each other for about 5 more minutes, then head down to the kitchen where they have a bite until my dad comes home. We all then have dinner and my dad says he couldn’t ask for a better friend than Johnny. Finally john heads home and we all head to bed.
Then the next day, friday, as I come home from school, I notice Dustin, our next door neighbor, leaving the my home and the slut waving him good bye. Now I have no proof of what happened, but I’m willing to bet my life that he didn’t come over for a cup of tea. That whore.
When I come inside, I ask her what Dustin wanted.
“Oh, Dustin just came over for some cup of tea.” Yeah, right. She’s not fooling me.
“How ’bout Johnny?” I ask her with narrow eyes and a deep tone.
“He just came over to see your father, silly. You know that.”
“Then what were you two doing on bed moaning and panting.”
She stops what she’s doing, looks at me, and says, “So you did see that.”
“Yeah, you doing what you do best, being a slut and a home wrecker.”
“Home-wrecker? It’s the men who make the solemn choice to cheat on their wives. They’re the home-wreckers. I’m just going along for the ride.” She thinks she’s so smart and innocent. I hate that smug face she has on. A matter of fact, I hate her face period. “I bet your still sad about your mommy’s death. I’m not the one who decided on drinking driving.”
Who the hell does she think she is? How dare that bitch say that. She’s the reason she was drinking in the first period. I have to make this bitch pay. So I pounce on her.
“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, YOU BITCH! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT SHE DID!” I shout on top of her.
“I thought so. You miss you mommy. Too sad.” She’s notice even fazed that I jumped her, a matter of fact, she looks quite amused by it. “You’re just like him, an emotional momma’s boy. I’m willing to bet you have a tiny pencil dick just like my husband, too.”
“I’ll show you what kinda dick I have, you whore.” I shout as I take out my cock and tear off her skimpish skirt. Once her skirt is up, I notice she’s not wearing any panties and is as wet as an otter. What a slut.
“Not bad, bigger than your daddy’s little thing. That’s for sure.” She was licking her lips. “Now stick it in me.”
I ram my thing into her juicy little cunt. Apparently my teenage lust is way stronger than my hatred for that slut. So I just combined the two and started fucking her like I hated her, which I do.
She starts moaning like a banshee as I pound her. This slut is enjoying this way too much, and so am I. I know I should stop for a variety of reasons, but I can’t stop my hips from moving. That is until I cum right in her pussy.
“Aww, you came so soon. Hahaha.” The bitch says in baby talk. “Don’t worry about knocking me up, this is one of my safe days.”
She try’s getting up, but I continue to hold her down as she struggles to get up.
“Hey, get the fuck off me, quick shot. We’re done.”
The moment she said that, I gave her a big slap across the face. “Were done when I say we are. And I’m not quite satisfied just yet.”
She can feel my cock getting hard inside her again and I could feel her pussy tightening up, especially after that slap to the face. I start pounding her cunt again, but harder this time. With a face of a bitch in heat, and that’s just how she took it, too. Like a bitch.
After a few more thrusts, she cums. It looks like her eyes are closed as she says, “Oh God! Oh God! Yes, Yeeessss!!” She’s so loud, I’m afraid the neighbors might hear her moaning like a whore from my house.
Well, after she almost passes out, she mutters, “It’s been so long since I last came. Oh God, you really are his son.” That last part doesn’t make much since, but it sounds like I did her a favor. Not my intention.
“I didn’t do it for you, slut, I’m just really horny and you’re my new cum dump, got it? And I’m still not done yet, so just lay down and take it.” She lick her lips and smiles at my words as I continue to pound away at her juicy cunt while she wraps her legs around.
I then proceed to rip open her shirt and violently grope those big titties. She just let’s out pleasure filled “ow’s.” I wonder if she’s a masochist?
Her pussy is so tight and wet, I release another load of cum. I then take out my cum and juice cover cover, tell her to clean, and put it in there.
Her mouth is truly something else, not to mention her tongue. She definitely has experience in this department. The suction is so strong, I wouldn’t be surprised if my cock cums right off. I feel like I am about to cum again. So I take my cock out and aim right for her face.
After I cum on her face, we hear the door open and her Lucy walk in. Lucy goes to middle school, which let’s their student out later. We must have lost track of time or just didn’t care. Lily grabs me and rushes up stairs into her room where she proceeds to change out of her torn clothes into another dress.
“That child sure can show up. Any earlier, and you couldn’t have finished.” Lily says with cum on her face.
“Yeah, any earlier and she would’ve seen the real you.” I say with a stern face.
“What can I say? I am, who I am.” Now she’s fixing her hair.
“You sure can fix yourself up very quickly.”
“Thanks, it does come in handy, every down and then.” With her finger, she wipes the cum off her face with her finger and her begins to suck on that like she has something really tasty in her mouth. “Mmmh, sometime I need it if certain people show up when they’re not supposed to.”
The image of my mother pops into my head. I then grab the collar of her shirt and as I’m about to give that slut a piece of my mind, we hear Lucy shout something about the mess we made down stairs.
I loosen my grip and we head down stair and make up some lie about dropping some chemicals or something, she did all the talking. I guess she has a lot of experience lying about the messes she helps cause. Then she forces Lucy to clean up the mess, because the cleaning lady doesn’t come today.
I do feel sorry for that girl, she so shy and submissive and, yet, she has that manipulative mother of her. It wouldn’t surprise me if that slut made her do all the house work before moving here. I know she never did the cooking, Lucy’s culinary skills are proof of that.
Later, my dad comes home and we all had dinner… that Lucy made and talked about our day. Lucy didn’t have much to say, I passed, pops was talking about a new female employee, whom he has a lot of hopes for. Gee, I wonder what that means? And the bitch was talking about Dustin’s coming over for… tea, a very altered version of our little talk, and some other crap. She did 95% of the talking.
Then I went up stairs and did my home work and went to bed. Nothing very interesting. Though I did think about me raping her as I dozed off to sleep. Well, guess I shouldn’t call it rape.
The next morning, I go down stares and see my mother sitting on the bench outside our house. I rush outside and to see if it’s really her. I touch and feel her, not in a sexual way, just to make sure it was really her and not my mind playing tricks on me.
“Stop that, it’s really me.”
“B-But how? Where were you this entire time?” I say both excitedly and a little bit confused.
“That’s not important.” She stands up and begins to walk inside. “So how was Lily. Good, right?”
“What? Why are you talking about that bitch. Besides, I did all the work.”
“Even that blowjob?”
“H-How do you know about that?” My face turned bright red and we head up stairs.
“Again not important. But you want to dominate her and make her your sex slave, don’t you?” She says with a big smile on her face.
“I just wanted to avenge you.”
“I don’t think that was the kinda punishment to avenge someone.” We arrive outside her old room, where we hear moans coming out of it. “Well, either way it won’t be an easy task.”
“What do you mean?”
Mom open door and I’m shocked to see the bedroom pack full of men of different races, builds, and attractiveness, gang banging Lily. There has to be atleast 15 men in there. Lily is on top of some who’s fucking her ass, as she gives two hand jobs, two foot jobs, a blow job, and takes two dicks in he cunt at the same time. A few guys are laying on the floor exhausted and the rest are stroking their dicks. Waiting for their turn, I guess.
“She’s not the kind of woman to be satisfied very easily, as you can see. But you made her cum. That’s quite a feet, especially on your first time.” She then reaches to my pants and begins to take of my pants. “She hasn’t changed a bit. But she’s just like any woman, looking for a certain man. A man that can satisfy and dominate her and by himself. And in a way she’ll never get tired of. Then she’ll be his willing sex slave, but that man has yet to appear and want it. Until now.” I’m left speech less as she strokes my cock. “But if you want that, you need more than sheer sexual prowess. You must dominate someone very close to her. But in the mean time, don’t let her be unsatisfied.”
Mom, then takes my cock whole in her mouth and starts deepthroating it. I begin to tell her “Mom, please stop, Mom!”, but she just calls me a momma’s boy and… to wake up?
I open my eyes and see Lily, deepthroating me. She take my cock out of her mouth and begins to give me a titty fuck.
“Finally, you wake up.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Titty fuck.”
“I mean why?”
“I was horny so I crawled into your bed. Your cock was pretty hard and yummy, so I decided on having a little taste. Also, I measured it for you, an impressive 8.3 inches and 5.1 garth.”
“You slut.”
“You know it. And today’s saturday, so no school and Peter’s at work and Lucy are out somewhere. So we have the entire house to ourselfs.”
I eventually cum, then she gets on top of me for cowgirl style and ride my cock. I begin thinking about that dream. Mom, told me to dominate her and I needed dominate someone close to her. Didn’t make too much since, but I probably shouldn’t put too much thought into it. After all, it was just a dream and I want revenge, but she’d enjoy that. Though I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have some kinda leash on her so she doesn’t ruin someone elses family. Plus, all the sex I can handle. But that dominate someone close to her is stuck in my head until I think about Lucy.

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MSA Omnibus (1-10)

This is LONG! Don’t even try reading it if you can’t spare the time. I’ve tried to clean it up, fix stuff, ect ect, but I didn’t get everything. Enjoy

THE STABLE GIRLS

This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental. However, I was once on the receiving end of a strap-on in the way described in the final scene – and very erotic it was, too.

Fun on a Cruise

THis is my first story in a while so I hope you enjoy. If you guys like it there is more to come 🙂

Catch My Breath

!NON-EROTIC CHAPTER!-The characters in this story are not above the age of 18. They also attend a private highschool.-!NON-EROTIC CHAPTER!

Matrimony Part 1 (Pilot)

So after the success so to speak of my last short series I was like “Shit, I better come up with some ideas”. This is probably way out of my depth as I’m writing about people way outside my demographic, but I’d love to see what you guys think about my attempt. Trying to put some variety out there at the moment as I don’t want to just keep releasing ‘teen guy teen girl’ stories. If it’s a miss ill work on something else but if not I’ll keep writing this one for you guys. Peace.

Milking A MILF

I tried to be as realistic as possible and hopefully the story will give an idea of my experience when I got lucky when I least expected it.

The Sick Day

What happens when a middle-aged man overhears his teen stepdaughter’s startling confession.

Aerobic Spank 1

My wife (now ex-wife) Sonia was an aerobics and yoga instructor. She worked for a small studio in the California mountains. There was also a boutique attached to the studio, where she worked as a salesperson/cashier, selling workout clothes and accessories.
One day, I stopped by her favorite deli and picked up some sandwiches and soup to take by as a surprise (actually, I did this a couple of times a week, so I don’t know how big a surprise it was). When I arrived at the studio, I was the one who was in for the big surprise!
The door was locked and I could see through the window that Sonia wasn’t at the boutique counter. I couldn’t see into the aerobic studio because there was a screen, and the windows were set up high in the wall, about 8 or 9 feet up. I knocked a couple of times; no answer. I decided she might be in the back room doing inventory or cleaning the studio, so I went around to the back of the building where the trash cans were kept, pulled one over underneath the window, climbed up on it and looked in the window…and was treated to an amazing sight.
My wife and another instructor, named Gayle, were standing in the middle of the aerobic floor. Three others, Hope, Robin and Patty, were standing in a semicircle behind them, and Sharon, the owner, was pacing back and forth in front of the group, talking to them and slapping a foot-long, wooden ruler repeatedly against the palm of her hand. What the heck is going on? I thought. It was a warm spring day and the window was cracked, so I could hear, and no one had any idea I was there, thanks to the high windows, so I decided to watch and listen a while. I soon found out what was going on.
My wife and Gayle had worked in the boutique the previous day and shared a cash drawer. The drawer had come up $150.00 short, and no one was sure who had made the mistake.
“I just can’t allow this sort of thing,” Sharon was saying. “You two spend too much time chatting with customers, and with each other, and not enough time paying attention to business. So here I am, $150.00 short, and I don’t even know who is to blame…so I guess you both are! So, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do; I’m going to fire both of you!
My wife spoke up immediately, “Oh, Sharon, please don’t do that; we both need our jobs!”
“Well, you both should have thought of that yesterday, shouldn’t you?” A long pause. “Well, of course, there IS the usual alternative. You could both take long, hard spankings on your bare bottoms, and as long as you do exactly as I tell you, we could let it go at that this time. So what’s your decision?”
The USUAL alternative? I thought. What’s that about?
Then I heard my wife say, in a resigned voice, “OK, I guess I’ll take a spanking.”
“Sonia, you have to ask me for it nicely!” Sharon exclaimed.
“Would you please spank me on my bare bottom, Sharon?” my wife responded immediately.
“What about you, Gayle?” Sharon queried.
Already in tears, Gayle shook her head in the affirmative.
“No, Gayle! Just like Sonia, you have to ask me if you want the deal.”
“P-p-please, will you spank me?” Gayle stuttered.
“Spank you how,” Sharon demanded.
“On my b-b-bare b-b-bottom please,” Gayle sobbed.
“OK,” Sharon said, “then let’s get started. She looked at the other three instructors and said playfully, “I suppose you three want to stay and help!”
This was greeted with nods and smug grins.
“Good! Then why don’t you help these two get naked, and I mean completely naked!”
“Oh, no!” Gayle wailed. “Please, I’ll take my pants down, but not naked, not in front of everyone!”
“The deal was,” Sharon retorted, “that you do exactly as I say. Now are you going to do what I say, or do I fire you?”
“Please, you can’t fire me!” Gayle pleaded. “OK, OK, do whatever you want.”
Sharon and Hope stepped over to my wife and began to undress her. Patty and Robin did the same to Gayle. Their ministrations were accompanied by comments about the women’s bodies as each piece of clothing was removed. Gayle’s substantial, soft breasts and Sonia’s small ones were discussed at some length, and my wife’s firm, athletic bottom was admired by all. In fact, Hope stroked and rubbed Sonia’s naked cheeks and tweaked her nipples erect.
When Gayle and Sonia were completely naked, they stood side by side while Sharon walked a circle around them. “I think there might be a bit too much hair in the way,” she said. “Why don’t you get the stuff out of the locker room, Robin, and we’ll trim them up!”
I watched, fascinated, as Robin returned from the locker room a few moments later with a basin of water, towels and a razor. “You first,” Sharon said to my wife, and Sonia obediently lay down on the floor with a towel under her bottom. In a few minutes, Robin had shaved her pussy smooth and bare. As Gayle received the same treatment, Hope told Sonia to raise her legs up and over until her feet were on either side of her head, a yoga pose Sonia taught in her classes. This had the effect of opening her wide, displaying all of her womanhood, front and back. Hope’s fingers tickled the hairless pussy lips and toyed with Sonia’s bottom hole as well. After Gayle’s shave was complete, she was positioned on her hands and knees and Robin began to fondle her. By this time, Sonia was visibly excited. I could tell that she was watching Robin play with Gayle, and Hope’s fingers were glistening with juice as they moved in and out of Sonia’s pussy. As for me, I was hard as a rock, and things were just getting started.
“OK, let’s get to it!” Sharon exclaimed.
As Sharon moved over in front of Sonia, Hope sat down and put Sonia’s head in her lap. Sonia maintained her yoga position, with her bare feet up over her head. Hope grasped her ankles and spread her legs just a bit more. This virtually immobilized Sonia and stretched her legs and bottom tight. Nothing was left to the imagination. Her pussy and bottom hole were on display for all to see.
Sharon began by slapping Sonia’s cheeks and legs with her hands. Sonia groaned and her flesh took on a rosy hue as Sharon’s hand smacked her. Then, to my amazement, Sharon turned her attention to my wife’s spread pussy, her hand slapping the wet flesh briskly. After each smack, Sharon’s hand lingered, fingers tickling the pink pussy lips and sometimes delving inside. I could see that my wife was now quite aroused, eyes closed, moaning softly, head moving from side to side.
Sharon picked up the ruler and said, “We’ll just finish up with my little helper here!”
The ruler came down on Sonia’s exposed buttocks with a sharp crack, and Sonia yelped in surprise and pain. Nine more times the ruler smacked, four times on her thighs, twice on her smooth pussy and three more times on her buttocks. Now Sonia was crying in earnest.
“Let this be a lesson to you! Be more careful next time!” Sharon exclaimed. “Now, bring Gayle over here. Patty and Robin, who had been fondling Gayle during Sonia’s spanking, helped Gayle to her feet and led the naked woman over to where Sonia was still lying, spread open, with her head in Hope’s lap.
“Sonia has a problem, Gayle,” Sharon said. “Her little puss is all sopping wet. Seems her spanking got her kinda excited. You know what to do!”
Gayle got on her knees and began to lick my wife’s pussy. To my amazement, she even licked and sucked Sonia’s anus as well. Sharon began to spank Gayle’s bottom, as she attended to my wife. Suddenly, Sonia began to groan, her toes clenched, her face got red and she had a shuddering, powerful release.
After Sonia calmed down, Sharon used the ruler on Gayle’s bottom and then ordered Sonia to return the favor. I watched my wife’s tongue bathe Gayle’s womanhood and bottom until Gayle climaxed.
By this time, my cock was twitching and I, too, had an intense, but VERY quiet, orgasm. I climbed down from my perch, got in the car and headed home to get myself cleaned up. As I drove, a question burned in my mind: How long has this been going on? Clearly for some time, because everyone seemed quite familiar with the process. Sonia had never breathed a word to me.
When she got home, I asked Sonia how her day had been. “Oh, fine,” she answered nonchalantly. Then she added, “I DO have a bit of a surprise for you later on tonight!”
I’ll have to pretend to be surprised at the shave job, I thought.

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