Romance

Actress & Me ( Part 8 Hot Movie Sex Scene)

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A Tale of Incest II [FIXED]

Well, here it is guys. The sequel. The final chapter in this story.
I was planning this for a Mother’s Day release (*wink wink*), but the story submission page was down.
Ahh well, here it is regardless. Happy fapping.
Part 1: A Dream, Current Times
I was laying in bed. I wasn’t sure how I got here, but I was here.
I was wearing a simple bikini, splattered with images of flowers and hearts.
Rose petals made a pathway from the foot of the bed to the open doorway.
Candles lit the dark room. They were strewn all across the surfaces, creating a dim evening light.
I sat up slightly. Looking down between my spread legs, pussy facing the door, I saw a shadow in the hallway.
“Hello?” I called, “Anyone there?”
No answer. But the shadow moved again, and Daniel appeared in the doorway.
“Daniel? What’s going on?” I asked.
He said nothing.
He walked into the room, down the rose pathway, to the foot of the bed.
“Daniel?…..”
Then, without warning, he instantly turned into a snake.
“Wha?….” I began to say, but before I could finish the word, Daniel began to slither up to my pussy.
He stopped once he got near me and looked up at me. I looked back, in confusion.
Then, suddenly, his head started to push up against my pussy lips. Parting them, he began to slither into my pussy.
I gasped, my hands pressing down on the sheets as he made his way inside of me.
I could feel him in me. Slithering around, making his way up my stomach, up into my chest, and finally resting in my
breasts. I could feel him coil up and lay down in my chest. I grasped my breasts and squeezed, feeling him inside of
me. Then I felt a part of his lower body branch off and make it’s way down my ass. I could feel it getting larger and
larger, and by the time it reached the opening of my asshole, it was the circumference of a baseball.
The same started to happen with my pussy. It swelled to the same size and the tail began to play with my clit.
I was in ecstasy heaven. Both of my holes were being stimulated as well as my tits and my clit. I was shaking all
over. Then, to add even more, I felt everything begin to vibrate.
My breasts, my asshole, my pussy. The whole thing was vibrating.
I just could take it anymore. I began to writhe in orgasm. My whole body was shaking and moving. My pussy felt like
it was on fire. The orgasm lasted a good 2 minutes before the tremors began to subside. The vibrating began to slow
to a small buzz. I felt it start to move out of my chest as it began to retract in my ass and pussy, getting smaller.
Finally, it was out of me completely, and, with a quiet slither, disappeared out of the room. I looked up to see the tail
disappear around the doorway and a large shadow appear again.
Then I heard a faint whisper.
“I love you, Mom.”
With these soothing words, I layed back down and closed my eyes, the words resonating in my head.

I awoke. It was daylight. The door was open and light flooded the room. I moved my legs and felt something wet.
I threw the cover off and saw that the sheets were soaked.
“Wow,” I thought, “That must have been a real wet dream. My pussy is still wet even.”
I quickly closed the door and began to change the sheets. I put on a nice push-up bra and G-string then a nice thin
white tanktop and jean short shorts. Once the sheets were changed, I opened to the door and headed downstairs.
Yesterday was Daniel’s 14th birthday. He had had some friends over and they stayed the night downstairs while I
slept upstairs. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I greeted the boys.
“Hey guys, you sleep ok?” I asked them.
“Yep!” they replied.
“Good,” I said, with a smile.
The boys stayed for about an hour more then started to file out the door. Once the last one left, we waited until the
car turned at the end of the road then closed the blinds. “About time,” I said while starting to take my top off. Daniel
already had me from behind, caressing my breasts. I let out a moan and turned around. Our lips embraced as we
made our way to the couch. He started to take off his clothes while I pulled off my shorts and panties. Once we were
both naked, we layed down on the couch and started to make love.
This session was really good. I could feel him pumping in and out of me while my pussy squeezed on his cock.
“I missed you last night,” I said, “So did my pussy. It was very lonely.”
“Well,” he said, “Am I making up for it now?”
I smiled and grabbed my breasts as I closed my eyes. “Oh…very much so, baby. You’re making your mother very
happy right now.” We were doing the missionary position and I had my legs up in the air, enjoying it fully, his cock
thrusting in and out of me. I leaned up and whispered, “Hey, babe, wanna stick it in my ass?”
“Only if you lay face down. I like it that way.”
“I know,” I said with a smile.
He pulled out of my pussy and I turned over, stomach down on the couch.
“Your ass looks great, Mom,” he said, caressing it.
“Thanks, sweetie. It makes me feel good when you say stuff like that.”
He dipped down and positioned his cock in front of my ass. Then I felt him push forward. His cock slid perfectly into
my ass crack. Then I felt him push at my asshole and enter it. I gasped.
“Be careful, baby,” I said, “My asshole hasn’t quite warmed up yet. Take it slow at first, k?”
He nodded and started to thrust in and out of my ass. It felt great. I reached down with my right hand spread my
pussy lips while playing with my clit. My breathing became heavy and I started to moan.
“Oh yea, baby. Keep pumping that cock into Mommy’s ass. It feels so good.”
He began to thrust deeper and harder. In, out, in, out. I felt him take his right hand and grab my breast, squeezing
while he slammed his cock in and out of my ass, over and over.
Then, I couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could he. We both started to cum at the same time.
His strokes into my ass became slower as I felt his cum shoot into me. My body was shaking as my pussy became
really hot as it also began to shake.
So there we were. Mother and Son. Writhing in orgasmic ecstasy together.
Finally, our orgasms started to subside and quiet down. Then we quietly began to get dressed again. I sat up and
slid my panties back on, sliding them up my ass crack and covering the asshole that was now filled with my son’s
cum.
It had been about 1 week since I found out I was pregnant with my son’s child. I still wasn’t sure how to feel about it,
or quite what to do. I didn’t want to abort it, that’s for sure. I had been meaning to ask Daniel what his thoughts were.
In fact, I should probably do that now….
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I sat next to Mom while we got dressed. I watched as she slid her panties on, snuggling up cozily to her damp warm
pussy. I had started to put my underwear back on when Mom turned to me and said “Hey, sweetie?”
“Yea?”
“I want to talk to you about the baby.”
“Uhh, ok. What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, everything. Do you think we should keep it?”
“Of course. I don’t want to abort it. We’ll keep it and raise it.”
I moved closer to Mom and set my hand on her thigh, slightly squeezing and rubbing it.
“I also had an idea about the baby that I wanted to run by you.”
“And what would that be, honey?”
“What if it was a girl?”
“What do you mean?”
I smiled and moved me hand up her thigh and rested it on her panties, cupping my hand around her pussy mound.
“Well, if it was a girl, and we raised her….do you think I would be able to fuck her too? When she gets older?”
Mom smiled and bit her lip.
“Fuck your daughter? The daughter you had with your own mother?”
She spread her legs partially and thrust her crotch forward slightly.
“You’re a pervert, you know that?”
But then, with a smile, she said “But that’s what I love about you.”
Then, she leaned in and gave me a nice long kiss.
Part 2: An Interesting Development
2 months had passed now, since Mom’s impregnation. Things had been going along normally. Our sex life was still
fantastic and Mom had been feeling fine. She had been checking into different pregnancy details, mainly to find out
when she could get an ultrasound to find out what the gender of the baby was.
I opened my eyes. I was in bed. Mom’s bed. I turned over to see her laying there, naked, voluptuous and beautiful.
I blinked. Today was the “Bring your Kid to Work Day” at Mom’s office. Mom wanted me to go into work with her and
see how her days went. I snuggled up to Mom and ran my hand down her side, resting it on her ass cheek.
“Mom,” I said, “Time to wake up.”
She groaned and stretched. As she did so, she turned over to face me. “Oohhhh. Good morning, sweetie,” she said,
wrapping her arms around my head as I looked down at her. “How’s my lover this morning?”
“Great,” I said, “I get to wake up to your beautiful face everyday.” I brushed her hair behind her ear. “And your
beautiful body.” I ran my fingers from her cheek, down her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach and rested
them on her pussy mound. “Of course I’m great.” She smiled, leaned up and gave me a quick kiss. “You have no
idea how much I love you, baby.” With that, she got up from bed and headed for her dresser.
I sat and watched as she got out various articles of clothing and started to put them on. I watched as she put on a
pair of stockings, rolling them up her thighs. I watched as she got out the set of blue panties with a heart on the front
and slid them up her legs until they hugged her pussy tightly. I watched as she got out a black lace bra and slid it
on so it was cupping her perky breasts. She looked at me. “Don’t just lay there. You have to get dressed too.”
“Oh, right!” I sat up and went to my room to change.
Once I was done, I walked out and saw Mom in her room, putting on her shoes. I walked in and saw her wearing her
normal office wear. But beneath, I knew all the intimates she was wearing. The clothing that was snuggling up
against the private areas of Mom’s figure that I had caressed the night before.
And the night before. And the night before.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yea,” she said, standing up, “Let’s go.”
Mom’s office was a couple miles away from our house. When he got there, we saw a bunch of other employees with
their kids following them around. And that’s how a majority of my day went. I followed Mom everywhere as she
showed me how her day progressed. A majority of her day was spent in her office, which she showed me after a
meeting that a bunch of other parents and kids attended. Her office was decently spacious and well furnished.
Mom took me over to her desk. “Sit here,” she said, pointing to one of the chairs in front of the desk. While I sat
down, Mom went over to the door, locked it, and walked back to the desk. She went behind the desk, opened a
drawer, and pulled out a pair of panties. Walking back around to the front of the desk, she said “Watch this…”
She then proceeded to sit on her desk, facing me, and then removed her shoes. She then removed her panties from
underneath her skirt and put her feet up on the desk. This gave me a nice, open view of Mom’s pussy between her
spread legs. Then, leaning back, she began to rub the panties against her pussy. “You ready?” she asked.
“I suppose,” I replied. She smiled, then began to shove the panties into her pussy. With each push, the panties were
driven deeper and deeper into her. Finally, they were all the way in, not even giving any appearance that she had
anything in her vagina at all. “Now fuck me in the ass,” she said, pulling off her skirt. I walked over to her and pulled
down my pants. I had already had a raging hard on. Pulling Mom towards me by her legs, I positioned my cock in
front of her inviting asshole and leaned in. Her asshole was warm and tight. Mom laid back all the way on her desk,
sighing. Then I went to town, thrusting in and out of my mother’s ass, feeling her constrict and relax as she flexed
her ass muscles. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, “I think I’m gunna cum….” I thrust deeper and harder after hearing
this, and began to rub my fingers over Mom’s pussy. I spread her vaginal lips and massaged her clitoris with one
hand, and reached the other up to her clothed breasts and squeezed them. Then I felt Mom’s asshole tighten around
my cock and hold it in place. While she came, I went crazy on her clitoris and shoved a couple fingers into her
pussy,feeling the panties inside. Once she was done, she said, “Alright, baby. Fill up my ass. Shoot that load deep
into me.” Those words sent me over the edge. My thrusts slowed as I shot stream after stream of cum deep into my
mother’s ass. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, “I can feel it inside of me.”
Once I had finished, I pulled out and put my pants back on. Mom took her panties and put them back on. Her panties
were still stuffed deep into her pussy and my sperm was still far up her ass, but she put her panties back on anyway.
She put her skirt on afterward and then stood up. “I’ll take my lunch and drive you home,” she said, walking to the
door, “No need to stay around here. My work is boring anyway.”
She winked at me.
It was around 6 that Mom finally got home from work. She walked in the front door, sat down on the couch and turned
on the TV, taking off her shoes as she did so. “Long day?” I asked. “Sort of,” she said, taking off her vest leaving just
her white blouse on top. I sat down next to her and watched some TV. I rested my hand on her thigh while she leaned
her head against my shoulder.
“So,” I said, “Any new progress with the baby?”
“In a way,” she replied, “The doctor says that it’s looking healthy so far. No impairments or problems.”
“That’s a relief,” I said, rubbing Mom’s thigh, “Are they going to know that the baby is ours?”
“That’s the thing,” she said, “I’m still trying to figure out how to keep our relationship off of the radar.”
Then she took her head off of my shoulder and sat straight. “That reminds me….I almost forgot. My work is having a
one month retreat. Me and a lot of the team have to go to this thing over in Manhattan. They just told me today.”
“When is this going to be?” I asked.
“About 6 days from now, she replied, “When July starts.”
Nothing much was said for a while, then Mom continued. “Do you think you can cope for a month? On your own?”
“Of course I can,” I replied, “Daniel Jr. might miss you though.”
“Is that so?” Mom asked, rubbing her hand over my crotch, “Well, I’ll make sure he gets treated very well before his
hiatus.”
She then pulled off her skirt, revealing her thigh highs and panties. “Remember those panties I got out of my desk?”
Mom asked. “Yea….” I said. She took off her panties, revealing her pussy lips. Then, reaching her fingers into her
pussy, she began to pull out the panties. “No way,” I said, “Did you not have to pee all day or what?”
“Well,” she said, continuing to pull the undergarment out of her vagina, “I really do now, which is why I decided to
finally take it out.” She finally had the pair all the way out. She took it in both hands and presented it to me.
“Here you go,” she said, “When I’m not around. To use however you wish. All yours. Just ask me if you ever need
them ‘refreshed’. Now I have to go. Bad. “She got up from the couch and ran over to the bathroom, closing the door
behind her. I was left sitting on the couch, damp panties in my hand. I brought them to my nose and inhaled.
My heart raced. I lowered them and gazed back at the bathroom door. The room was strangely silent.
Part 3: Hiatus
I awoke. Mom was sleeping in front of me, her naked back exposed. I had regained consciousness quite suddenly.
It was peculiar. I sat up and blinked my eyes a couple times, becoming fully awake. I went downstairs and walked up
to the living room window. The sun was just peeking up over the horizon, shining its light on the house next door.
It was a house that had been for sale for the past couple months. It was a prestigious place. A little bit too fancy for
this neighborhood, in fact. A large U-Haul was parked in the driveway while a moving team was taking boxes into the
house. I suddenly felt Mom’s breasts press into my back as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.
“Someone’s finally moving into that house?” Mom asked. “It appears so,” I replied. We just stood there for a while we
watched the truck being unloaded. Then a man wearing a suit exited the house and began talking to the workers.
A woman followed soon after him. As soon as I saw her, I was entranced.
She looked to be in her early 30s. She was wearing a red dress that showcased her unbelievable cleavage and
stopped just short of her beautiful, curvaceous ass. She approached the man and spoke a few words to him.
He seemed to ignore her which caused her to speak again. The two then appeared to get in a small argument which
ended when the man walked over to a BMW and got in. He then drove off down the street to work, I assumed.
“Hmm,” said Mom, watching the saddened woman walk back into the house, head bowed. “Looks like you may have
something to keep you busy while I’m gone.” “You can’t be serious,” I said, watching the woman’s toned legs as she
rounded a corner in the house and disappeared from view. “It’ll be a challenge,” said Mom, placing her hands on my
shoulders, “You have to sleep with that woman before I get back from my retreat.” “Or what?” I asked. “Or else I won’t
let you fuck our daughter.” “What?” I said, “Our daughter?” “Yep,” Mom said, “It’s a girl. Found out yesterday.”
I stared at the house across the street before turning back to Mom.
I placed my hands on her ass and gave her a kiss.
“You’re on.”
The day had come. Mom had to leave. I was to be alone for 30 days. No sexual output, unless I acted on Mom’s
challenge. I was able to fuck Mom before she left in the morning. It was nice knowing that I had sent her out with a
pussy full of my cum. But then she was gone. Down the street and around the corner, and I was alone. To skip all of
the boring stuff, I’ll just talk about my goal.
Fucking my neighbor.
A few nights after Mom had left was the first progress that had been made. I had been watching the house as often as
I could. Everything seemed to be normal for the first couple of days. The man and woman would leave in the morning
for work. The woman would get home first at around 5 and then man at about 7. A 2 hour period where the woman
was home alone. So far so good.
But then, on the 3rd night, things started to happen. The man had gotten home and I could see the two of them
arguing through the large kitchen window. After about a minute of this, the man left the house in a fury and got back
in his car. The woman followed him out and watched him drive away from the open doorway. She sat down on the
doorstep and vacantly stared down the street.
This is when I made my first move.
I left the house and walked across the street. As I walked up their driveway, I called to the woman. “Hey,” I said.
She looked over at me as I walked towards her. She started to stand up but I put my hand out, signaling her to stay
seated. “Are you alright?” I asked.
“Did you have to see that?” she replied.
“Not have to, but I did,” I said.
“I am so sorry. Which house are you in?”
I pointed straight across the street.
“It won’t happen again,” she said, “I’ll make sure of it.”
“It’s fine,” I said, sitting down next to her, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
She smiled. “How very thoughtful of you.”
“So,” I said, staring down at their lawn, “Where’d you two move here from?”
“Upstate. My husband got a position here in the city so we had to move closer.”
“Your husband, you say? How long have you two been married?”
“About a year now. It wasn’t always like this you know…” She was also staring at the lawn as she faded off.
“What’s been causing this strain then?” I asked.
“The job, I think. It’s only been over the past few months that he’s been so short with me.”
“Short with you?” I asked with a grin. I was treading on very risky ground with a joke of this caliber, but it seemed to
go over better than I originally thought. She laughed slightly.
“In more than one way, I guess you could say,” she replied with a smile, “He just hasn’t been himself. And I don’t
know what to do.”
I placed my hand on her back. It rested on her dress strap right below her left shoulder.
“Well,” I said, “If you need anyone to talk to, I’ll be across the street. My mom is going to be gone until August, so
feel free to come over at anytime, ok?”
“Thanks for the offer,” she said.
I stood up and walked back over to the house. From inside, I surveyed her movements. She got up and went back
inside.
I could see her, standing in front of the island in the kitchen. She took her right hand and placed it on her left
shoulder, right above where I had put mine. Then she lowered her touch to right above her left breast, where her heart
seemed to be. I squinted, thinking. Then she disappeared from my vision and the lights soon turned off as well.
An interesting night to say the least….
The next event of interest happened the following night. I was watching TV at around 5:30 in the evening. The sun was
just going down over the horizon. I was flipping through the channels when someone knocked at the door. I turned my
head and looked outside. There was only one car in the driveway across the street. And it wasn’t the husband’s.
I got up and answered the door. It was her.
She was wearing some relaxed jeans and a sweater with a knitted jacket.
Casual, laidback. Not her usual elegant style.
“Cold?” I asked.
“Kind of,” she said with a smile “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I replied, stepping aside.
She walked in and looked around.
“Nice place,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied, “Nothing compared to your enormous mansion across the street though.”
“That place isn’t as majestic as it appears,” she said, “It’s too big. Too cold. Lifeless.”
“I see,” I said, looking back at the living room, “Well, I was just watching some TV. Would you like to join me?”
She smiled. “That sounds fantastic.”
The next 2 hours were some of the most enjoyable I had had since Mom left. While sitcoms played on the screen,
almost ambient, me and the woman chatted about our lives. I found out that her name was Jennifer. We talked about
our interest and hobbies and everything in between. The chemistry between us was fantastic. Eventually, we got to
the topic of sex. She told me that she actually had sex with a girl in high school first, before legitimately losing her
virginity in college. I asked her if she still had feelings for females. She replied, “….Occasionally.” I smirked. She then
asked me about my sexual preferences. I told her that I tried my best to be a ladies’ man. She perked right up once I
said this. She replied that I was indeed a charmer and wanted to know if I was still a virgin. I told the truth.
She smiled and placed her hand on her face. “Interesting,” she said.
Before long, she decided to head back across the street. She slipped in that she would be “over again soon” before
returning home.
It wasn’t but 8 days before my challenge was completed.
It was the next night. The one after our little life story exchange. I was standing in the kitchen, fridge open in front of
me, when I heard a knock on the door. I turned around and approached the living room window. Just her car.
I walked over to the door and opened it.
She was wearing the same red dress she was in when I first saw her. Her hands were behind her back.
“Mind if I come in?” she asked, then displayed what she was hiding. Two wine glasses in one hand, and a bottle of
champagne in the other. “Make yourself at home,” I said, stepping aside.
“So therefore…she would want to go out with me right?” Jennifer asked. “Possibly,” I replied, “If I was in a situation
like that, I don’t know if I would have dropped a line like that though.” She nudged me slightly on the shoulder.
“Oh whatever, I’m a charmer.”
“You’re spot on there,” I said, “But that’s a pick-up line that would have to be handled properly, even by someone of
your caliber.” “I’m honored,” she replied, setting her 4th glass of champagne down on the coffee table, “But she was
already a lesbian anyway. And I wanted to experiment. Don’t you think I look fuckable?” “100%. But that line was just
so….gah!” I made an incredulous face and she gave me a snide face. “Yes, well, I never got to sleep with her,” she
said, picking up her glass again and taking another sip,
“So I just went home and fucked my sister.”
I nearly choked on my drink. “Come again?” I said. “I went home and had sex with my sister,” she said. “I wanted to
experiment so I decided to just try out both sides of the spectrum at the same time. Lesbianism and incest.”
“I’m surprised,” I said, “You don’t seem like the type.” “We never do,” she replied. “People you’d never expect dabble
around in it.” “Too true,” I responded.
She gave tilted her head to the side and gave me an interested look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
“I think you’ve dabbled in it yourself.”
“In incest?”
“Yea.”
“Hmm…”
Now here is where I decided to let me secret out. Jennifer seemed trustworthy enough.
“…I suppose that you would be correct.”
“I knew it! With who? Your Mom?”
“Yep.”
“Kinky. How is she?”
“She’s fantastic. Knows all of the right moves.”
“Wow. What kind of stuff goes through your mind?”
“Well…it turns me on that I have unlocked the hidden, private side of her. You know, to be sticking my cock in the
very pussy that gave birth to me. To be sucking on the nipples that gave me sustenance as a baby. And then to lean
up and give her a kiss lasting longer than a couple of seconds. To be doing what I’m not supposed to, but she’s
letting me and enjoying it. It’s amazing.”
“That sounds so hot. I need to meet her.”
“You certainly should. But enough about me. Tell me about your first time. With your sister.”
“Well, I had come home from the party and was still a little buzzed. She was in her room which was right next to
mine. I peeked in and saw her laying in bed, the covers half covering her. I noticed her ass peeking through the
sheets. She was wearing polka-dot panties that were snug in her ass crack. I remember them vividly. Out of the blue,
I started to get turned on. At first I was kind of weirded out by this, but the alcohol did away with that pretty quickly.
I walked into her room and closed and locked the door behind me. I quietly snuck up on her bed and knelt down.”
It was at this point that I noticed that her nipples were so hard that they were perfectly visible through her dress.
“Her ass was right in front of my face. I leaned forward and gave her ass cheek a kiss. Then another. Then another.
I was so wet by this point that I just had to go further. I pulled the thong out of her crack and slipped my finger in.
I rubbed it across her asshole then pulled it out and sucked on it. She tasted so good. It was at this point that she
awoke and leaned up. She asked me what I was doing. I decided to take a chance. I leaped up onto the bed and
started kissing her. Full on. I think she was surprised at first but within moments she was enjoying it as much as I
was. I started kissing her neck and heard her whisper ‘I’ve waited for this for so long’.
And…well…the rest is history.”
As she finished her story, she also finished her 4th glass.
“Wow,” I said “What happened after that?”
“Well, I didn’t realize that my sister was a squirter. At one point, I was fingering her with her panties still on and she
came, soaking my hand and her panties. The next morning, we decided to start a routine. Every morning, we would
wear each other’s underwear from the previous day. So that way by the end of that night, our panties would be
soaked in each other’s juices. We would then swap, sniff the panties while we played with ourselves, then eventually
made love. After that, the next day, we would start fresh and repeat. It was great.
We bonded so wonderfully. But, after a while, she eventually found a man and married him and I did the same.
But neither of us regret our brief time we spent together. As sisters, madly in love.”
“….You have no idea how turned on I am right now,” I said.
She giggled.
“Jennifer?” I said.
“Yes, Daniel?” she replied.
“Would it be alright if I made love to you? Right now?”
She stared at me for a couple seconds. Her expression still the same as before I asked her the question.
“You know what?” she asked?
She then leaned forward and slowly connected our lips. It was a soft kiss. No head movement, just lips.
Then she disengaged and tilted her forehead forward to touch mine. I could smell her subtle flowery fragrance and
could see her amazing cleavage nestled in her dress.
“I think that would be just fine.”
Our foreheads still touching, I pushed her backwards, making ler lay down on the couch.
I slipped my hands behind her and grabbed her ass as I started kissing her neck.
While she moaned quietly, I could feel her grinding her crotch against mine. She was even more impatient than I was.
“Do you want me to just cut to the chase?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “Our stories were foreplay enough.”
This being said, I started to get undressed and she did the same. Her body was very similar to Mom’s, more perky
though, yet didn’t have the prestige or grace of Mom’s.
They both had amazing thighs, tits and asses. Both ravishing women. Once we were naked, she lay back down on
the couch and spread her legs. I was about to lean in and make my move when she reached her hand up and
stopped me.
“Wait,” she said, “I have an idea.”
She got up from the couch, grabbed her clothes and walked over to the door. “Where are you going?” I asked.
“Follow me,” she said, “You can leave your clothes here.” She then opened the door and walked out into the night.
Confused, I followed her and saw her walking nude across my lawn. “Come on!” she called back.
“This is crazy!” I said, following her across the street to her house. “It’s 10:30,” she replied, “No one’s out.”
Eventually we made it into the house and into the kitchen. She threw her clothes down and said “I want you to fuck
me on the table.” “That table?” I said, pointing, “Is that the one you guys eat on?”
“Yes,” she said walking over to it, her ass cheeks facing me, “When he eats breakfast tomorrow morning, I want him
to be eating at the place where we fucked just hours before.”
“Speaking of him, where is he?”
“A late meeting. Won’t be home till after midnight.”
“Well, I don’t want to waste any time,” I said, walking over.
“This is where he sits,” she said, pointing to a chair. She sat up onto the table, right in front of the chair, and laid
back. “I’m ready.” I moved the chair away and grabbed her legs. The action was about to start right where his
breakfast would be the next day.I entered her slowly, but started in soon enough. She was fantastic.
It was all the small things. The biting of her lips, her expressions, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Her tits were perfect because they didn’t bounce a ton, just swayed slightly as I ravaged her pussy.
“What about a condom?” I asked. “I don’t care,” she said. “Impregnate me, if you want. I don’t mind.”
Then, almost too soon, it seemed, I let loose, deep inside her. “Oh….” she said, “…..fuck….”
Just whispers. I could tell she was coming too. Her pussy gripped me lovingly and wouldn’t let go. I laid down on her
chest as we both connected on a sensual level. I could hear her purring slightly as her thighs shook and vibrated.
She was in heaven, satisfied after so long of a hiatus. And then, finally, we were through. We had done it.
I slid out between her lips, which were reluctant to let me go. “That was….” she whispered, “…..incredible.
I needed that so badly.” “Glad to oblige,” I replied, “Now, I have a favor to ask.” “Anything,” she said.” “I need proof
that I fucked you,” I said. “To show my Mom.” “Sure,” she said, “How about I sign my panties and give em’ to you?”
“Sounds good,” I replied. She found a marker and the panties she had been wearing. “What’s your Mom’s name?”
she asked. I told her and she started to write… “Your son is fantastic lover. I am incredibly jealous that you get to live
with that stud and come home to him each night. I look forward to meeting you sometime in the future. Jennifer.”
She followed this with a small heart and gave me the panties. “Good?” she asked. “Great,” I said.
Part 4: “I now pronounce you, Mother and Son.”
The day had come. Mom would return. Jennifer and I had fucked 3 times since our first, totaling 4 altogether. I even
had the privilege of being the first guy inside of her asshole. Always an honor, to be sure. At least I had a fuck buddy
to keep me company during the 30 day period. And, soon enough, the period was over. And Mom was back. She
pulled up in the driveway and got out. She was wearing one of my favorite blouses that revealed a devastating amount
of cleavage. I could also spot the pink bra which I admired so much. “Welcome back,” I said.
“Oh son….” she whispered and ran to me.
She pulled me in the house and closed the door. Within 30 seconds, we were both naked, and within 3 minutes, we
had both orgasmed. “Wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I needed that SO bad. It was excruciating not having your
dick in me each night.” “Tell me about it,” I said, “I missed my little princess and her sweet juices.”
I started making out with her pussy lips.
Then I remembered. I got up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. “Here you go,” I said, tossing her the
panties. She caught them and read the words written on them. “No way,” she exclaimed, “You did it?!” “Sure did,” I
replied. “Come to find out, she has played around in incest too. Her and her sister were lovers for a while.”
“No kidding?” she said, “I need to meet her.” “She said the same thing about you,” I said. I walked back over to the
bed and sat down. “So,” I said, looking at Mom’s stomach, “How is she coming along?”
“Very nicely,” she said, “Your new mistress is being constructed inside of your Mother’s womb as we speak.”
….Talk about a turn on. Within minutes I was cumming inside of Mom again.
“Mom, I have something to ask you,” I said. We were eating dinner at the table.
She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, her usual household dress code.
“What is it, baby?” she said.
“Have you ever thought about getting married?”
At this, Mom stopped eating and stared at me. “….Wow….” she said, leaning back in her chair and sticking one
hand into her panties while the other groped one of her breasts.
“…Are you serious?” “Dead serious. Do you think something like that could work?”
“I’m sure we could figure some sort of work around. Oh man..” Her eyes rolled up into her head and she sighed. “My
son, becoming my husband. We would have our own rings. Holy shit, I am so turned on. This is an amazing idea.
I want to do it as soon as possible.”
“Get married?”
“Yes.”
“How? I’m only 14.”
“Yea, I know. It’s possible.”
“Really? Do you think you could look into it?”
“Of course, sweetie,” she said, walking around the table and sitting on my leg, her moist panties throttling my thigh.
“I love you. So much. Not only is it fucking sexy to have you inside of me so often, but you’re a handsome young
man with a good heart. It would be an honor to be your bride, son.”
You can most likely assume what happened next.
6 months in now, and Mom was showing. She never ceased to impress me with her ever-growing maternity lingerie
wardrobe. Her hormones were off of the charts. Not very many mood swings, thank heavens. Lots of heightened
sexual activity though. Hey, I wasn’t complaining. Her sexual preferences were changing. She enjoyed being on top
more. Gave her more room and freedom. Plus, having her ever-growing womb right in front of me while I had my cock
buried deep inside of her was a massive turn-on.
She had started researching ways for us to get married. She was in a toss up between legally getting married as
mother and son, getting married using fake identities, or moving to a different town and claiming to be married.
The legal aspects were tricky, as it seemed to be practically impossible to get married as mother and son in any
town really. She didn’t want to forge an identity for me or herself. So the most plausible option would be claiming.
Yet claiming wasn’t the same as having her name and mine on a piece of paper. Mother and son, wife and husband.
Do their separate things during the day. Come home at night. Then make love.
One day, while we were sitting the living room, watching TV, she brought up a completely new topic.
“We should go visit my Mom,” she said.
“Michelle?” I asked, “Why?”
(It’s also important to note here, we never called my Mother’s Mother ‘grandma’. That is the only time I will use that
word here. We always have called here by name. It’s just how we’ve always done it. How I grew up with it anyway.)
“Well, she should know about the baby. And even more importantly, about us.”
“Why!? She’d go crazy.”
“I don’t know about that. She was always open to sexuality during her younger years.”
“I still don’t know. Wouldn’t that be weird? Telling her about us?”
“…..Oh….my…..”
Mom stared at me for a moment.
“I just had an idea.”
“What?”
“Ok, once we started fucking, your outlook on me changed right? I went from your mother to your lover.”
“Yes. Your point?”
“You have a new outlook on family, right?”
“Yea.”
“Now that I’ve said that, visualize Michelle.”
“Holy shit.”
Mom had just planted an idea in my mind that certainly would never leave. I had never thought of fucking my mother
before, and I had certainly never thought of fucking Michelle, or even thinking about her as attractive.
But now that Mom had said it, she was onto something.
Michelle had turned 48 last year, so she might have been 50 at the time of this conversation. Last I had seen her, she
still seemed young and jovial. Along with Mom, Michelle was a single woman. Her husband had left a while back, and
since then she seemed to have been on the prowl. Taking guys home and hitting up the high-end restaurants and
clubs. From what I recall, she had brown hair, perky tits, a defined ass, and absolutely. incredible. thighs. Even had
some strong calves. Imagining myself between Michelle’s stunning, ravishing legs, pumping in and out of the vagina
that gave birth to my Mother while she holds onto my shoulders and begs for more….gave me an instant boner.
“So, we go visit her. Let her know about this and see what she thinks. And if she’s alright with it, I can try to seduce
her if I want to?”
“Sounds kinky, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, Mom….” I said, turning off the TV and sticking my hand into her panties, “You always have your son’s, or,
should I say, husband’s well-being on your mind, don’t you?”
“Us women need to look out for our men,” she said, spreading her legs and putting her feet up onto the couch,
leaning in towards me, our lips almost touching, “My womanhood belongs to you. You and no one else. My pussy is
yours. For now and for always. There will be no others but you. My son. My man. I will take are of you as a parent
and as a mistress. A guardian and a call-girl. A mother and a lover. I am yours. Forever.”
Then she kissed me.
I was lying in bed with the covers over me, Mom sitting next to me. She was wearing one of my favorite corsets with
her pair of panties that said “My Son’s Best Friend” on the front. You can find anything on the Internet if you look in
the right places.
She was painting her toenails a bright pink.
“So,” she said, “How do you think we should confront Michelle?”
“About what?” I replied, “About the baby or me fucking her?”
“Either.”
“Well, we should probably start from the beginning in great detail. I don’t think we should start our conversation with
‘We are mother and son and we fuck and will have a daughter soon’. We need to explain how we got here and how
happy we are. We obviously have perfect chemistry because we are family, and that carries over into our sex life.
The way we present it needs to soften the blow. Then, once we explain that, the baby shouldn’t be a problem. And if
she is ok with that, I feel that seducing her won’t be hard. Our story needs to be told first before I try to get into her
pants.”
“That sounds good. I think you should probably start it with your side of the story, just because she wouldn’t be as
inclined to get angry at someone who isn’t her own child. I can take over with my explanation afterwards.”
“Doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Oh sweetie?” she said, blowing onto her toes to dry them, “Would you want me to try and put in a good word for
you? After we explain ourselves?
Might plant a thought in her head that you can act on.”
“If you want. It’s up to you.”
Mom swung her right leg over me and sat down on me cowgirl style, straddling my cock through the sheets and her
panties. She rested her hands on her thigh-highs and said “Damn right it’s up to me. I am your Mother after all.
I am still in control over you. You need to obey me.”She started grinding her pussy against my cock, the words
“My Son’s Best Friend” crumpling and straightening out with each slide up and down my dick.
“And I say……..that I’m going to make you cum through 2 layers of fabric. Without even being in my pussy.”
With great pleasure, I obeyed her.
Part 5: Michelle
The suitcases were packed and in the car. Our visit to Michelle was planned and ready to execute. She lived about
2 hours away so we called her and arranged a 1 week stay.
Mom made sure to pack my favorite outfits.
The trip felt relatively short. Probably because I fingered Mom most of the time. Her orgasms nearly crashed us on
occasion, but she begged for more after each one.
By the time we had arrived, Mom had made a damp spot on her seat from the 11 orgasms she had.
Michelle’s house was located in a suburb similar to our’s but seemed more high-end. Jennifer’s house wouldn’t have
seemed out of place here. Within seconds of pulling up, Michelle opened the door and walked out.
With my new perspective, I evaluated her.
She was wearing an amazingly tight black dress. Her breasts seemed to be about G sized, while her BWH looked to
be around 36-24-34.
Her ass was very defined while her legs……damn. Indescribable. Amazing, on the whole. Mom’s genes certainly
came from top grade female form.
“Hey, you guys!” Michelle said, walking over to us, “Long time no see!”
“Hey Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle.
“It’s been too long! Why didn’t you call sooner? And you’re expecting!?”
“Yes, yes. I’ve been….busy. Big business stuff, you know.”
“Of course, of course. Who’s the father??”
“Oh, no one you know.”
“A daughter after my own heart, I see. And Daniel…”
She gave me a quick lookover and I did the same to her.
My context was probably a tad bit different than her’s though.
“…You’ve….grown.”
Maybe I was emanating some sort of vibe or subconscious messages, but I could have sworn that Michelle’s tone
had gone ever so slightly sensual. “What a handsome young man he’s become! Man, guys, it really has been too
long! I haven’t seen you in forever. Grab your stuff and come in!”
Michelle walked back into the house. Of course, I had to do the obligatory ass examination.
Mom and I exchanged a look.
“Oh, just a date.”
“A date, Mom? With whom?”
“Oh…..just….a friend.”
“Do I know him?”
“Probably not.”
“Jeeze, Mom. You get around way too much.”
“Hey! Menopause hasn’t kicked in yet. And I wanted to have as much fun as I can until then.”
Mom and Michelle were hashing some things out downstairs while I unpacked upstairs. I couldn’t see them, just hear
them.
“Fair enough, I suppose. When will this….guy… get here?”
There was a pause.
“Six. 20 minutes.”
“Ok, I need to talk to you. This is important.”
It was at this point where I expected Mom to call me downstairs and we’d execute our “plan”. Instead, their voices
trailed off as they walked into a different room. Strange. I didn’t want to go downstairs and interrupt though, so I
continued to unpack. Before long, thedoor bell rang and footsteps made their way to the door.
“….Continue this later.”
Then the door opened and I heard a male voice. The rest was incomprehensible until the door closed. Then more
footsteps up the stairs and Mom appearing in the door way.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“Michelle’s gone. On her date,” she said, bending over, her jeans tightening around her ass.
“No, not that. What did you talk to her about for all that time?”
She looked at me while I was checking out her ass and winked at me.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
While she was saying this line, I approached her from behind and pressed my crotch against her ass. She looked
back towards me and gave me a sexy smirk. Let’s just say that Michelle’s guest bed got introduced to doggy-style
anal that evening.
That night, Mom and I were lying in bed, fast asleep. Something woke me up. At the time, I didn’t know what. But
looking back, it must have been the front door opening and closing. I sat up in bed and listened. I could hear Michelle
stumble up the stairs and into her bedroom across the hall. By the sounds she was making, I decided to go out and
make sure she made it safely to her bed, at least. I opened the bedroom door and saw her in the her room.
I bridged the gap across the hall to get a closer look.
She appeared to be drunk, stumbling around the room, attempting to remove her jewelry, shoes etc.
Why was she home so early?, I had thought. If she was on a date, wouldn’t she have gone to the guy’s house or at
least brought him here?
But no. She was alone. And seemed upset.
I walked into the room.
“Michelle?”
She turned towards me while trying to take off her bracelet with her teeth.
“Oh, Daniel! How great it is to seeeee you.”
She stumbled towards me, tripping slightly in her high heels.
“You alright?”
“Oh, just fiiiiiinnnee darling. Apart from being stood up, just fiiiinnee!”
“The guy stood you up?”
“Oh yeeesss. Took me to dinner, went to the ressstroom and never cammee back. So I drank a couple driinks and
came back here and fell into a deeeeeep slumber.”
With this, she tripped onto the bed and started giggling.
“Michelle, you need to get undressed and go to bed.” (I hoped a line like this might trigger something.)
“I can do that allllll by myself. Just go back to Mommy and have some more fun, will you?”
“….What!?”
“It’s ok, sweetie,” she said, rolling around on the bed, “Your Mom told me all abouuttt it earlier.”
“That we…”
“Fuck? Oh yesss, sweetheart. All about it. And the baby, too.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Of course nott! Truth be told..” She hiccupped. “..Your Mother and I have had some….relations of our own in the
past.”
“…..Really?! You and Mom….”
“Mmhmmmmm”, she said, slipping off of the bed and to her knees, “Ever since she was 15.”
With these words, she reached for my boxers and pulled them down. I felt no need to object.
My dick was hanging in front of her face, semi-hard. But within seconds of her grasping it, it was 100%.
Looking up at me, she said “Do you mind?”
“Go right ahead.”
She took me into her mouth instantly. Her tongue was soft and her lips gentle as they ran up and down my shaft.
No need to linger here, as this just continued for 2 minutes until I came down her throat as she took me completely
into her mouth. Her gag reflex must have been non-existent.
“Mmmmm, so good,” she said, licking her lips, “Now, sleeeeeeeep.”
She snaked her way back onto the bed, dragging me with her. She collapsed once on it and passed out instantly.
I decided that I was fine where I was so I pulled up my boxers, maneuvered the covers onto Michelle then got under
them myself. I also fell asleep fairly quickly.
“Daniel?”
I awoke to that word. As I opened my eyes, I turned over to see Michelle staring at me, half a foot away.
“Morning,” I said.
“What’s going on?”
“You came home last night. The guy stood you up.”
“Yes, I know. I mean, what happened…..here?”
“Uhh. Well….let me ask you a question first.”
“….Ok. What?”
“What did Mom tell you yesterday?”
“….About….About you two….and your….you know.”
Whew, she didn’t just make it up.
“Ok, well, last night, you came home and I helped you into bed.”
“…That’s it? I sense there’s more.”
“…Do you want to know the truth?”
“Yes.”
“You gave me a blowjob.”
“….I did? Really?”
“Yes, really. And you were amazing, if I do say so myself.”
She leaned back and gave me an inquisitive look. Certainly no angry or upset emotions.
“Wow. Thank you, I suppose.”
“You’re welcome.”
A moment of silence….
“So, did Mom tell you about my intentions?”
“What intentions?”
“To try to make love to you.”
Another inquisitive look. I was amazed at how well she was taking this.
“No. Didn’t tell me that. Just about you two and the baby. Must not have had time before I left.”
“Ahh, I see.”
Another bit of silence…
“Well,” she said, “Do you still want to?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Of course. You’re an indescribable woman who I would love fuck.”
She smiled.
“I’m honored. Well, I’m down if you are. Help me get out of this dress.”
She turned and presented her back to me. I unzipped the back of her dress as she slipped it off of her shoulders.
She stood up and pulled her dress down. Past her chest, over her breasts, down her stomach, over her ass before
finally collapsing down her legs.
She wasn’t wearing any under garments.
She turned and displayed her body to me.
Amazing breasts. As firm and perky as Mom’s. Almost similar in every way.
Cute pussy with a thin layer of hair on her prominent pubic mound above sexy, shaven lips.
And her legs. Her legs…..I still can’t describe them.
“Wow. I’m speechless.”
“Your Mom did say that you were sweet,” she said, crawling back into the bed, “And she’s right.”
Our connection was fantastic. It’s like we had known each other all of our lives and were right in the middle of a
multiple year relationship. She laid on her back and spread her legs. The fantasy that I had previously now took place
almost exactly as I had imagined. My cock slipped into her pussy with ease. She might have been old, but her body
refused to show it. She might have been 49 or 50, but she looked and talked like a young, fruitful 30 year old. But it
was still obvious that she had years of experience. Her moans, sighs, gasps, pants, cries, yells, whimpers, groans
and hums were some of the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard. Definitely on par with Mom. Her pussy was out of
this world. The amount of control it had was devastating. It felt like it was living, breathing and squeezing in time with
my thrusts. We both came after a solid 5 minutes of fucking. We tried to hold out, but we couldn’t stop driving each
other crazy with all of the “small things” we’d do. I shot deep into Michelle while she sighed repeatedly, short of
breath. Her orgasm seemed very subtle and delicate compared to the way she fucked. Maybe there haven’t been
many guys to get her to this point before.
“Ugh……wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I haven’t felt like that in years. Mom said you were good, but I didn’t
think anything like that….”
“You were incredible, yourself. That orgasm was pretty cute.”
She blushed.
“Well, well, well.”
Michelle and I turned towards the doorway where Mom was standing in a see through babydoll.
“You guys didn’t wait for me, eh?”
“Oh, dear,” Michelle said, standing up, “Don’t be so selfish. What better way to warm-up than an intimate one on
one session?”
“Oh, I suppose,” Mom said.
“Plus, you’ve been fucking him for ages. Tell you what,” she said, laying her hands on Mom’s shoulders, “We’ll go
out on the town today. See the sights. Meet some of my friends. Get some of the best food. And then, when all of
that’s said and done, we’ll come back here. And have a threesome.”
“Oh, Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle, “You know just how to make your daughter happy.”
And what a time we had. Michelle knew all of the places. Sightseeing, elegant movie theaters, luxurious restaurants
with friends and a homey ice cream parlor to bring the evening to a close. Throughout the day, I checked out these 2
women to my heart’s content. To my utmost joy, they would bend over often for an amazing view of cleavage or a
tight ass in jeans or a skirt. Some of the more sensual ones were when they interacted with each other. The most
memorable being when we were on a crowded bus heading for the downtown district. The poles on the bus for people
to hold on to were about 2 feet away from each other. Since the bus was so crowded, Mom and Michelle decided to
find some space between two of these poles. Their ass cheeks wrapped around the poles while their proximity to
each other pressed their breasts together.
Absolutely unreal.
But eventually, the evening had come to an end and it was time to return to Michelle’s house. My excitement to fuck
these two women at the same time could hardly be contained. They seemed to be just as, if not more excited than I
was. When we got home, we went upstairs and into Michelle’s bedroom. They told me to get undressed and lay on
the bed while Mom went into the guest room to change. While she did that, I had the pleasure of watching Michelle
change into a white satin chemise right in front of me. Soon after Michelle was done changing, Mom appeared in the
doorway. She was wearing a new corset that I had never seen before.
Black, tight around her torso which caused her breasts to look more voluptuous than ever before. To compliment this,
she had on a pair of thigh-highs, garter straps and satin gloves.
She looked like a goddess. A pregnant goddess.
Michelle walked over to her and hugged her. “Oh, darling, you look so beautiful. How come you never came to visit
me more often?” “Now that I think about it,” she said, looking her Mother in the eyes, “I have no idea.”
At this, she gave Michelle a quick 1 second kiss. Just long enough to be sensual. A perfect pre-cursor to the
explosive erotic event that was about to take place.
Without a word, they turned to me and started crawling up the bed. My heart was racing.
Mom started by kissing and licking my cock while Michelle made her way up to my face and started kissing me.
This was the first time I had kissed her. Very reminiscent of Mom, but she seemed to have her own style entirely.
Soon, Mom was flat out blowing me while Michelle was lying on top of me, breasts pressing into my chest while our
tongues danced in a sexual embrace. After a little while of this I stopped kissing Michelle and told her that I wanted
to eat her out. With great pleasure, she got up and turned around. Her ass, groin and pussy were hovering above my
head, ready for action. Without hesitating, she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed and tongued
her vagina ravenously. I could feel her rocking back and forth while I orally pleased her sensitive female areas. While
this was happening, I sensed Mom had stopped sucking me. But before long, I felt an all too familiar sensation as
she sat down on me, enveloping me in her pussy. Then I heard Michelle’s sexual noises stop, only to be replacing
by sucking noises and sighs coming from both women.
They were making out on top of me.
We naturally evolved positions multiple times. They both came about once every 3 minutes on average. I was trying
to hold out as long as I could but it was incredibly difficult. At one point, Mom was lying on her back while I ate her
out and Michelle rimmed me from behind. Then we rotated. Mom ate out Michelle while I made out with Mom’s
asshole. Then, before long, everything was different again. I was fucking Michelle missionary style, her legs going up
and over my shoulders while Mom was sitting on her face. The first time I came was in Mom’s asshole. I was doing
her doggy-style while she was lying on top of Michelle as they were making out. The second time was in Michelle’s
pussy. She was riding me cowgirl, while Mom was making out with me.
On and on it went. The sexual desire never stopped.
I had 3 orgasms by the end and Mom and Michelle probably had a combined total of 20.
We lay there, sexually exhausted. Mom was down near my cock after having finished blowing me while Michelle was
next to me, her breasts pressing into my side.
“That. Was. Amazing!” Michelle said, giving me a kiss, “I’ve never felt like that before in my life.
So exhilarating and…..” She looked at Mom. “….orgasmic.”
“Tell me about it,” Mom said, rubbing my cock, “Who knew my son would end up being such a hunk?”
Epilogue: 15 Years Later
“I’m home!” I said, closing the door behind me. Mom came walking down the stairs, wearing a sheer babydoll and
nothing else.
“Hi, honey,” she said, “How was work?”
“Tiring, but went by quick.”
“Oh good,” Mom said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, “You don’t need to work this
much, you know. With me retiring next year, we’ll have plenty of
income to keep up the place.”
Mom was 44 and I was now 29. She still looked sexy as hell and hadn’t lost any of her appeal. Simply aged. And
aged well. “Yea, I know. I guess you’re right. We shouldn’t be apart so much.”
“Damn straight. I am your wife. We can be together more than we are now and still be fine.”
Mom had found an incredibly hidden loophole deep in some state laws in an out-of-state small town. We were Mother
and Son and legally married, nearing our 14th anniversary.
“Anyway, dinner will be ready soon.”
“Cool.”
I sat down and turned on the TV, flipping to a sitcom.
“Where’s Emily?” I asked.
“Upstairs, studying.”
“The big history test?”
“Yep. She says the whole class is fretting about it.”
“Hmm. I’ll see if I can set her mind at ease.”
I sat up and walked upstairs. Now that Mom and I were married, I had moved into Mom’s, or should I say our room
years ago. Therefore, Emily took my old room.
Emily was my sister and daughter. The child Mother and I had together. And she was gorgeous.
Growing up into a family shaped by incest, I knew everything about her down to the tiniest detail.
Her current bra size was 34D, impressive for a 15 year old. VERY perky tits too. Like her Mother, she had some
meat on her, but wasn’t fat. She just started growing pussy hair which Mom has been teaching her how to keep
maintained. Emily insists on keeping it trimmed.
I opened the door to her room and saw her sitting at her desk, on her laptop.
Her brown hair was in a short ponytail. She had on a tight tanktop, with no bra that I could see, and just a pair of
panties. She claims to enjoy wearing no bottoms….saying things like “Well, my brother enjoys looking at my ass.
Why not let him?” Whenever we have normal, everyday conversation she refers to me as her brother more often then
her father. However, when we fuck, it’s not uncommon to hear her cry “Daddy!”.
“Hey, sweetie,” I said, sitting down on her bed. My old bed.
“Welcome home,” she replied.
“How’s the test coming along?”
“Really fucking hard.”
“Language.”
She gave me a skeptical look.
“I don’t mind you using it in bed, honey. But try not to incorporate it in everyday speech. Will only hinder you in life.”
“Right, right. Anyway, yes, it’s hard.”
I placed my hand on her naked left thigh. “Want to take a break for a while?”
“You joking me?” she asked, flipping her laptop closed.
She turned towards me and jumped onto me, pushing me back onto the bed.
Making out with me was one of her favorite pastimes. She said that it was “the only enjoyable way to spend her free
time”. I certainly didn’t mind.
Our lips connected as she stuck her tongue deep into her mouth. She was more of a sexual fiend than I was. She
was getting me worked up fast so I disengaged and said “Take off those off and sit on my face. Get comfortable.
I’ll see if I can take your mind off of school.
“Without missing a beat, Emily slipped off her underwear and sat down on my face.
She surprised me by resting her asshole on my mouth first.
So there I was, lying down, giving my sister, my daughter, anal cunnilingus while she sat on top of me, moaning and
sighing in ecstasy.
My face fit perfectly between her petite ass cheeks. Although, it’s not like it was the first time it had been there.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, getting off of me and lying down, “I want you in me right now. I need your cum.”
I turned and looked at her, her legs spread, pussy inviting me to jump in.
“Damn,” I said, getting undressed quickly, “I have a fucking sexy little sister.”
She grinned, filled with joy.
I moved on top of her and dipped my cock towards her vagina. She moved her legs up into the air, gripping my sides,
and whispered “Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.” I moved down and slipped into her tight little teenage pussy. She did a sort
of whimper/gasp combination as I started thrusting in and out. This is how she grew up. In a incestuous family. Her
father was her brother, married to his mother…her mother. She grew up with a sexual fascination towards both of her
parents. Nudity was a common thing around the house. Yet at the same time, Mom and I made sure to educate her
in the way all other families operated, so if she wished to stop the incest with her generation, she could.
That probably won’t be the case, however.
Her orgasms were always amazing. This one being exceptionally exciting. After a few minutes, she whispered in my
ear “I’m going to cum.”
I said ok and kept slamming in and out of her. It started with a few quiet “Oh god..”s but soon built into “Oh FUCK! I’m
cumming!
I’m cummmminnngg! I’m cummi……..OHHH MY GODD!!!!!!!!!!!”. She hugged me tightly with both her pussy and her
arms. My daughter was a partial squirter. Her orgasms were always body-shaking and produced fluid.
I felt it coating my cock while she screamed in pleasure for a solid 10 seconds before taking a breath.
After 30 seconds, her orgasm ceased.
“Damn, sweetie,” I said, pulling out of her, “You sure know how to work your brother up.”
“You’re not going to cum in me?”
“Not today. I’d like to fuck Mom tonight. And you’ve gotten me ready for such a date. I’ll fuck you twice tomorrow,
alright? It’ll be Saturday.”
“Oh, I guess,” she said, putting her panties back on, “Thank you, though. That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
“No,” I said, giving her a little kiss, “You’re amazing.”
Mom rolled off of me and laid down next to me.
“Wow, honey,” she said, catching her breath, “You were fantastic!”
“Blame Emily,” I said, “She had another of her orgasms earlier.”
“Ahhhhh,” Mom said laying her head onto my chest, her breasts pressing into my waist, “That crazy little girl. So
exciting to see her grow up like this, no? So perky and full of life. And so fucking amazing in bed.”
I gave Mom an inquisitive look. “You been sleeping with her lately?”
Mom gave me a sly look. “Well, you left early this morning without giving me any attention,” she said, running her
hand down my stomach and to my now non-erect cock, cupping it in her hand.
“And I really needed my pussy eaten out.”
“Oh, Mom. You’re such a slut.”
“Don’t I know it. I even had an orgasm while I gave birth to you, baby.”
So there we were. Mother and Son, Wife and Husband, lying naked in bed, post-coital. Our daughter, my sister,
sleeping across the hall, eagerly awaiting the 2 sex sessions I promised her for tomorrow.
Michelle frequently visited the house. She’s gotten to know Emily very well, I must say.
Jennifer still lives next to us. However, her and her husband got a divorce because of the distance their jobs created.
Interestingly enough though, using the same trick Mom was able to discover, she married her sister, who also had
divorced her husband. They both live together across the street.
We had made it. We were happy. And I had a hot Mom and beautiful sister….a beautiful daughter to…..fuck……
whenever I felt like it.
….Fuck….

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Godless: Part 2

With drama stil swirling and my mother consoling her brother, Nora’s father, I’m doing my part to help her keep it together, but I don’t think she needs my help.

Cousin Josh

Young love … there’s a glorious, fleeting beauty about it; one a heart does not understand until years pass … … This story takes a while to build up, and the sexual scenes are very detailed, which might not be everyone’s cup of coffee. Enjoy!

My Mature Neighbor Natalie

This is my third story which I wrote due to the great feedback I received with my other two. It was a bit late because I’m having computer problems so thanks for being patient. It’s a bit longer, but I don’t have much time on my hands so this will have to do. Message or comment all your feedback or requests. Peace.

Secret Location

Secret Location
…It was a small building among the many in the industrial part of town. No windows. One keypad entry locked door in the front, and one in the back. I work out of here.
…I’m a male escort. I go by Morgan. My boss had a special lady who wanted a guy my height, weight and build. She wanted to come to our ‘S’, or ’Special’ room. This room is all blacked out inside. The lady’s come there and enter thru a private entrance. When they are all ready, they turn out the lights in the plush room. A green light comes on outside the room and only then the escort enters. They never see each other.
…They both know the layout of the room and meet at the bed. Some like to undress the guy, some like to be undressed or they undress each other. Some just want to be naked and fuck. We never see them and most never speak, or just maybe a whisper or a moan.
…I had a call to be at the room at 10pm that night with ‘Lady L’. When the out side indicator light went green, I went in,… in total darkness. I walked over and stood by the bed. I felt arms go around me from behind feeling me all up. I smelled an expensive perfume. ‘Lady L’ started to undress me and took my hand to start undressing her. No words were spoken.
…She felt hot and she was breathing heavy. I felt some nice full tits and a nice body. I guessed around 40ish in age. As we continued we both got aroused and the kissing started. She moaned a little, very sexy. We sat on the bed and laid back on it. Now it got hot and heavy as she got on top of me and felt my chest, hair and felt my erection. She slid down and started kissing my erection and licking it. Then she turned and put her damp pussy in my face for me to lick. She was ready as just a few licks of her clit and she was humping my face.
…She gave a wonderful suck on me, taking my dick all the way in her mouth and jacking it. I tried to make it last but with her pussy fucking my face and her nice tits on my chest, I was going to cum. She jacked faster and sucked and moaned. Her legs went stiff, she trembled and climaxed a wet one on my face. I couldn’t hold back and shot cum hard in the back of her mouth.
…She held her mouth on my dick and moaned with each burst of cum. She got most of it and swallowed it down. She kept working her mouth up and down on my dick and moaning. She made the coolest little moaning sounds of joy I’d ever heard. This was one satisfied lady. She turned and lay beside me…
…Next I see a little orange glow and smell a cigarette. She takes my hand and put the cigarette in it. She knew I smoked. I see a second glow and she joins me as we lay side by side, her snuggled up to me. No words were spoken. She kept feeling my body. Chest, legs, hair and face. She was getting tuned on again I could tell by her breathing. She took the ashtray away. She pulled me on top of her and we were at it again. Her hands were all over me as we tongue kissed and I felt her sexy full tits.
…I went down and started in on her pussy. She squirmed and moaned as I was getting her hot again. She then pulled me up and put my dick in her wet pussy. She acted like she hadn’t had one in her in a long time, and she was tight. Damn she felt good and she pulled me into her deeper. We fucked for while letting it build up to a panting, moaning and fucking fury. She let out a beautiful moan as I shot again deep in her. She pushed her pussy down on my dick and shook as she climaxed again.
….This woman could fuck good. I lifted her legs up some and kept fucking her…she yelled with the good feeling. She squirmed and kept feeling my body over and over………
….The next day I stopped by the office and my boss smiled. He handed me a note. It said: “I want #12 (me) twice a week, no others will do. Lady L.” He handed me the money and a very big tip. He said you may have a problem. Lady L’s friends are calling and wanting your service, you schedule is full as of now.
…I had Lady L and some of her friends going and all was going well. I was left a note that ’L’ wanted a double session. I wondered what she was up to. I waited outside the blacked out room and the green light went on as usual. I entered and was greeted by L’s arms around me. She was already hot and breathing hard. She took my hand and lead me to the bed. I heard whispering. She was whispering to another female voice in the room. Two women? This was a first and sounded exciting. I felt her take my hand and place a very small female hand in it. She had brought in a small girl in with her?
…My mind flashed back to my first sex with a girl and how exciting that was. This small hand started feeling her way around me as I guess ’L’ was showing her the procedure. I could feel ’L’s hand guiding the small hand. They proceeded to undress me. ’L’s hand guided mine to this small girls body and her buttons and zippers. I began to undress the girl as I heard her take deep breaths.
…I had no idea who the small girl was but I sure wasn’t complaining. I knew that in some country’s young girls and guys are taken to a pro with experience for their first sex. Could I be so lucky as to get a young girl to fuck for her first time…she felt like she was a very young teen. I was liking this, but the risk and jail factor gave me an added excitement I’d never felt before.
….I didn’t say a word as per ’L’s written instructions not to talk. ’L’s big hand guided mine and the girls hand to feel each other, which we gladly did. She had pointy tits and a little pubic hair. As I felt her I got a big hardon instantly. This was no older feeling body and I was turned on. She laid me on the bed on top of the small girl. ’L’ guided me to suck on her tits. The girl liked that and squirmed underneath me. She held the sides of my face and guided me from one tit, then to the next. I heard ’L’ and her giggling and whispering something.
…I felt ’L’ getting in the bed also and she started feeling my body. They rolled me over slowly and I felt four hands feeling my hardon. More giggling and whispering. ’L’ guided the small hands all over and then I just felt the small hands feeling me. Soon I felt both of their breath’s on my hardon and then two tongues slowly licking me. The small hands jacked me and ’L’s hands helped. I felt two small lips on the tip of my hard on….
…’L’ thought….
…I bet #12 is sure surprised at this. A girl that feels like a very, very young girl and he getting to feel her. She’ll give him a very unexpected thrill. This will be her first time at this and I know he will be gentle with her. I hope he doesn’t mind…but…I like to feel her and him at the same time. I get to feel them getting at it. How many women get to feel that. He knows how to please me, so a little ’small’ girl will be my gift to him. I can tell by his breathing he’s hot for her and very turned on….
….Morgan….(#12)
….Whoever and whatever was going on, I was getting extremely aroused. I couldn’t help but think about the first girl I had ever had sex with. We both were awkward and fumbled around to get our pants down and fuck. I was my cousin in the back woods by my house. She had sex once before, so my dick went all the way in. It was a great feeling and a guy never forgets the very first time.
…I wondered…hmmm…maybe ‘L’ is letting this girl have her first sex…. supervised?…all I knew I wanted to fuck her bad now. They both sucked on my dick and jacked it. They stopped and I felt the girl move up on me. She started kissing me and holding my face. My hardon was right between her legs. I felt ’L’s hand guiding my dick into the girls tight pussy. The girl was squirming on me and worked her hips to line up my dick in her.
…In it went….tight, warm and wet. I let her set the pace as she breathing right in my ear now. I hear her faintly whisper: (..”..oh…oh…that feels so good ‘twelve,’… hold me tight..”) She now had the rhythm she wanted and was fucking deeper. I felt ‘L’s hand feeling my balls as we fucked. The girl whispered faintly again: (…”oh god twelve…oh god..”)….as she was up to her full speed now …I had to cum.
…It was a glorious thing to cum in her, I thrusted high as my dick shot hard in her. She was kissing me with multiple kisses at high speed. She lock on my lips and moaned in my mouth. Our bodies shook as we peaked together. She broke for air, then right back to her kisses on me. I kept shooting in her as she kept fucking and pushed in deep.
… She then stuck her lips in my ear and whispered: (“…oh…my…god…twelve…oh god…your so beautiful….oh…my god..”). She locked on me and held me tight. We were very hot now and both gasp for air…..we felt ’L’s hands rubbing us both. I think she was as excited as we were. She took my hand and had me rub her wet pussy
…Who was this girl?…and would she return? I was hot for her now and wanted a lot more of her.
…Slowly they got off of me and got dressed. I was in a daze…. and got dressed. I left, and closed the door. The green light went out as they left. I sat there in a daze of a beautiful feelings that just kept on coming…..
….She didn’t return…yet. Two weeks later I was walking out to my car when a girl approached me. She was very pretty but looked about 13 yrs old. She had on a dress and her hair was in a braid. She smiled at me and simply said: “Number #12?”. She didn’t look like a cop, so I said: “Yes?”
….How old was she?….. I never ask and she never said as we talked. She said I was her first as her mom had set it up for her. (Did she say ‘mom’?)…so this was the girl ‘L’ had brought in the room with her.
….I could imagine the feel of handcuffs and being jerked into a police car now.
…’L’…..
…. Sitting in my car parked down a ways from where they are standing and talking is fun. I wanted her first to be a beautiful time. I knew #twelve would be gentle and do it right. I was right. Looking at them now…. she is so happy, she wants to be with him more. He’ll take good care of her……I love watching them as they walk arm and arm back to the small building.
…Morgan, .…
…..I told her my name was ’Morgan’. She said hers was ’Mia’. I gave her the code to get in the special room, as I went in the front door. The special room was empty for that evening….until we ’borrowed’ it for the night. I waited. I watched the green light go ’on’. I went in to the pitch black room. A small hand touched mine. I felt a small girl hugging me.
…I felt the clothes of a small girl, the little dress and I felt the braid of her hair. Now I knew who she was and what she looked like. I started undressing this little girl. There was no way I could not think I was tapping into a taboo, underage forbidden world. I let my hands take off her small clothes. Piece by piece I got her down to her little bra and panties. She then started in undressing me as well.
….Our hands did the seeing as we felt us all over for while. We were both so turned on our hearts beat hard. I was her new toy and she was mine….a sex driven toy that was real. I unhooked her bra and we both inched down or shorts and panties.
…I just had to pick her sweet little body up and place her on the big bed. We had all night to play. We turned every which way and kissed and licked us. She was on top once and whispered: (…”you feel so good, Morgan, I’m putting you in my toy box.”) I said back: (“I‘d like that Mia…sorry…looks like your stuck with me little girl.”) We both quietly giggled and wrapped our arms around each other…..
…How do you describe what it feel like to have a girl like this on top of you? Her flawless smooth body…just blooming into a young teen…yet acts like a woman who wants sex bad. Does she feel the risky feeling I do? She’s so light weight I can move her around like a doll. I love her slim smooth legs squatting on me and her rocking on my hardon with her little pussy.
I loved her little breathing as she got herself so turned on she moaned with her tiny voice.
…Mia’s thoughts….
….he has still never asked how old I am. I bet he thinks he’s fucking a 13yr old and is just not going to ask. All I know is I’m so hot for him and I want to keep him around. If he finds out I’m older, he may want to back out of being with me. I can’t let that happen. I’ll just let him enjoy thinking he’s getting to fuck an underage girl. I’ll dress and act the part for now.
… I’ve been branded a freak and a weirdo by everyone because my body never grew past the age of thirteen. So…Morgan… meet what you ‘think’ is a 13 year old girl, and I want to be with a man and have the hot sex I‘ve been denied for years. Finally my ‘SGS’…(’Stunted Growth Syndrome’) has given me the man I’ve always been looking for. I can pose as his 13 year old ’daughter’ or whatever perfectly, and no one will know my true age.
…Morgan…
…I couldn’t get enough of feeling her little body. If I was going to jail, I was first going to get all I could get from feeling her and then having the sex guys only fantasized about. I felt her put my hardon in her little pussy. It sure was tight and felt so damn good. She was on top and rocked on me.
…She could control the depth and pressure now and I let her work up at her own pace. I was in a guy’s heaven as she got hotter and hotter. She rolled me over and put her legs up. The feeling I got laying on top of her was awesome. I put her little legs on my chest and we started in. Here was the forbidden fruit, the no, no, the taboo again and yet it seemed so natural to us. We slow fucked for while as I loved to hear her little voice moan as she kissed me so hot.
…Her little tongue now was darting in my mouth as she gasp for breath. I seemed to into dreamland with all the good feelings. She began to moan louder and fuck me deeper. For a 13yr old pussy…it felt perfect. She liked to squirm it around my hardon as to get all the feeling she could…..
…Mia…
….this was the best ever. Our first sex I was so nervous, but not now. I loved feeling him on top of me. His hardon filled my pussy tight and it was now coming alive with exciting joy. Mom had sheltered me from guys knowing no guy wanted a freak who would never grow up into a full size woman. All I got was to feel myself and put my little hairbrush handle in my pussy.
… I had discovered about rubbing my clit along with fucking my hairbrush and that was all the sex I got. I had secretly watch porn and now I had so many things I wanted to try. I had to let him know. We continued to slow fuck and enjoy the super aroused feelings of it all. I was in my own heaven of euphoria. We both began to fuck faster as it built up in us. I held him so tight as the super high began. We let it go to it’s max. I had to yell out as he moaned with me. I felt it.
…His hot blast of cum filling my small pussy. It gushed everywhere as we peaked together. I was lost in feelings as we both felt like we were floating. He was cuming and cuming as my mind floated away…somewhere…spasms that shocked us as we shook….we were one now and I was going to never let go of him….
…Morgan…
…I had found the ultimate for me. We spent the whole night doing all the things she and I wanted to do. She now knew what it was like to be licked into a climax. She knew now how it felt to have hot cum shooting in her mouth …while having her little pussy licked…..
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….I got a knock on my door. There stood two cops. It seems a ’neighbor’ had seen us on my back patio and spotted me groping an underage girls pussy and tits. They reported me and the cops had to respond. I smiled and invited them in. I told them to have seat on the couch. I yelled real loud: “MIA” The cops both jumped a little. She came skipping down the stairs smiling. She had on her tiny little shorts, a tiny tube top and long pig tails. “Was this the girl.” I said in a gruff fatherly voice? They said that fit the description they were given. I looked at Mia and pointed to her purse. She hippity hopped across the room. She hippity hopped back and showed them her Photo I.D. drivers license. It showed:
….“ Age – 25“.
….They looked at the license and back at her about 10 times. Mia walked over and hung on my arm. She fiddled with her rings. She said in her little girls voice:
…”Did my husband do something wrong?”

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The ten of them chapter 18

In our last chapter Sam’s Godfather Captain Ron Davis and his friend Sergeant Reese Hansen decided to attend classes with JJ in order to leave the military. Both served more than the minimum time and have their own reasons for separating from the military. JJ’s class merely afforded them the means to support themselves once they start their civilian lives.

Math tutoring

This is a fiction story i wrote, please rate and comment.
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I was sitting on the bus on my way to school listening to some random songs on my iPod.  I decided to doze off a bit since I wouldn’t get there for about 20-30 minutes, and I didn’t sleep much the night before since I was studying for my midterms next week- so I was dying.
I was woken up by a slight movement in the seat, I opened my eyes and looked to my right and saw that a girl sat down next to me.  It was a girl I had known since 5th grade, Becky.  She looked at me and smiled and asked if I minded her sitting there.  I quickly proceeded to tell her it was fine.
Becky was a pretty fine chick, she didn’t have a huge ass or big tits, but her tight body and choice of clothing always made up for her lack of sexual attributes.  She was wearing tight leggings and a tank too, which showed off her b-cup breasts.  
She leaned over and grabbed my iPod and asked what I was listening to.  Blinded by her beauty, I had forgotten I was listening to music the entire time.
“Drift away by dobie gray, I love that song!”
She quickly reached for my ear bud and quietly started humming the lyrics while leaning over to be comfortable with the bud in her ear.
All I could concentrate on was her tank top, I had a clear view of her cute and perky tits- when I noticed something.  She had no bra on! I saw her nipples were a little erect, it was a bit cold that day. Fuck they looked great. I felt like grabbing those cute little nipples and gently squeezing them… 
She quickly caught on, she looked me in the eye and blushed at the sight of me watching her tits in all their glory. She sat up straight and took out the ear bud.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”
I quickly interrupted. “No it’s fine, IM sorry.”
She nodded and looked down at her legs.
Damnit I’m a dumbass!
We soon arrived at school and she got off the bus first, letting me see a clear view of her tight little ass in those leggings, which had ridden up into her ass.  Fuck she looked sexy.  Why was I barely noticing now? Oh well… We dont really talk much, especially since we have no classes together and have completely different social groups. 
The day came to an end pretty fast, Fridays always seemed to zoom by for me, unlike other kids.  I guess it’s because I have almost straight A’s and have some type of entertainment in most of my classes.  
Before leaving my AP calculus class, the last of the day, my teacher Mrs. Anderson called me aside and wanted to speak with me.
“Andrew, your grade in this class is far above any of the other students, including all of Mr Calderons AP calc students as well.”
 
I had always been great at math, it just stuck well with me.
“I want to offer you your final right now, instead of having to wait until the end of the semester.”
Can she do that?
“I want you to tutor one of Mr. Calderons students, she has a very poor grade, and we believe the extra attention could very much help her.  I’ve already talked to her and Calderon, they both are fine with it, and just wondered if you are interested.  You won’t need to take the midterm or final if you agree.”
Really? Fucking awesome! All I have to do is tutor some dumb chick and I pass, fucking deal!
I agreed to tutor her, and she said that I could go ask Calderon for her info to contact her, since she most likely had left the school by now.
I went over to his class and saw Becky talking to him.  I froze for a second, admiring her sexy ass once again, man I’d love to fucker her…
“Ah! Andrew right?” Calderon waved at me to come over.
“this is Becky, she needs help with her Calc course, and mrs. Anderson said you’d might be interested in tutoring her”
Oh fuck, this is getting interesting…
“yeah I actually just spoke with her, I think it’s a good idea.”
I looked at Becky, who met my gaze with a small smile
“great! Well I’m about to take off, but feel free to use my class to work on your assignment Becky. Andrew you can stay and start helping now if you’d like.”
Me and Becky looked at eachother as if agreeing to stay and work here.
Calderon left and soon it was just us two, alone in the class with just a desk separating us.
We began working on a packet he had given her class, she was pretty bad, she didn’t know much.
We went over derivatives, anti-derivatives, related rates, all these terms she had no clue about.
Soon she began grasping the concepts and would jump in excitement at understanding what I was teaching her.  Her tits would bounce a bit, man that was turning me on a little… Heh.
She was gorgeous, perfect complexion, amazing blue eyes, long blonde hair, and that tight little body.
I was focused so much on it, and her on Calculus, she never noticed my occasional glances.
After we finished about 1/5 of the packet, we decided to head out.  I asked if she’d like me to walk her home, but she politely rejected. Oh well
I started on my way home, and felt like I was being followed.  I turned to see her behind me about 20 feet.  She laughed and loudly said “I guess we live in the same direction”
I smiled and tilted my head as if saying ‘come on’
She caught up and walked next to me.  There was a bit of an awkward silence as we looked at which way we were both going.  She lived on the exact opposite side of my street, across the intersection.  How had I not noticed this morning?
“look, we live real close!” she said with a surprised expression
“yea… I guess we do” I said
“that means you can always come over and help me with my calc!” she said excitedly.
I had gotten a little excited too, being able to see her more often would be a nice change in my day.  
I agreed, and we exchanged phone numbers and emails and went our own ways.
Later that night around 11:30, I got a text asking if tomorrow would be good for a study session.  Tomorrow was Saturday, but I didn’t mind- spending a day with that beauty sounded great. 
I agreed, and we set up our study date for a 2:00 pm appointment at her house.  
I promised myself I wouldn’t get excited, but I couldn’t help it, she was just so damn hot! All these scenarios went through my mind, I wanted her little ass to bounce on my dick, but I wouldn’t be bold enough to make a move…
I jerked off and fell asleep, not knowing what awaited me tomorrow afternoon.
I woke up that morning and saw a text from Becky.
“morning! Eat a good breakfast, we’re gonna study a lot today :)”
I smiled, shes kinda cutesy.
I ate my eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and hopped in the shower.
I decided to trim my man-area… I mean come on, you never know right? Haha
I got dressed, nothing too, desperate-looking I guess.
A button up flannel shirt, some black jeans, and my favorite converse shoes.  I grabbed my bag and quickly started my walk towards Becky’s.
I got to her house and noticed her parents outside.  They saw me and asked if I was Andrew.
“yea, that’s me. Is Becky home?”
“yea, she is.” her mom responded, “she’s just about done giving her baby brother a bath, we’re about to go to my sisters house for the night.”
I was a little put back by this, we had agreed to study today…
“But I thought Becky was going to be here all day, she called me over to study, I’m her tutor.”
“yea we know, she’s not coming with us. We gave her some money to order in a pizza for the both of you, it’s the least we could do for such a sweet boy helping our girl out in school.”
Pizza and a day with that babe? Haha awesome!
“Thanks, that was kind of you.”
Becky walked out holding her baby brother, handing him to her father- who quickly began putting him in the car.
“Well you two be careful, lock the doors Becky!” her mom demanded
“yea mom I know.”
They drove off and turned the corner, they were gone.
“sorry about that, we’re they bothering you?”
“actually know, your mom is really cool.”
“try living with her.”
We both laughed.
“well come on in, I have my stuff set up in my bedroom.”
Nice. 
No! I’m here for math and pizza, that’s all. 
She led me to her room and sat me on her desk chair while she jumped on her bed and crossed her legs with her book being propped open on her knees.
She was wearing a loose tshirt and short shorts, showing off her sexy long legs and smooth skin. She looked pretty hot on her bed.
A few hours passed and we had finished about 3/5 of the packet, and we were exhausted!
We decided to order in that pizza and watch some tv. The pizza guy said about 30-40 minutes… Enough time to…
no! Fucking pervert she’s not some slut, get your head out of the gutter.
She looked at me, she could tell I wasn’t relaxed in that desk chair.  
“you ok?” she asked with a concerned expression
“yea, I’m fine.  I’ve just never been alone with a girl this long, that’s all.”
She giggled, “I could tell.”
We both smiled at eachother.
She wagged her finger to come to her.  She sat me right beside her. She was still on the bed with her legs crossed, she looked so cute.  
She looked up at me curiously.
“have you had a girlfriend?”
 
I could feel myself blush. I never had a girlfriend before, and I was a senior in highschool.  Not a proud thing to express to someone you barely know.
“y-yea, I have.”
“who?”
“she goes to a different school…”
Dumb answer! Now she’ll know…
“oh.  She’s lucky to have such a smart boyfriend who’s also cute.”
I looked at her and could see her blush, as if she didnt mean to say that last part.
Hmm… Maybe I can work this to my advantage…
“well we broke up about a month ago”
She leaned in as if gaining interest.
“oh? Why?”
“she cheated on me…”
She looked sympathetic. 
“aww, I would never cheat on you!”
She giggled, a very cute little smile grew on her face. 
“Your too cute”
My heart thumped.  She thinks I’m cute,  me? 
“really?”
“yea, I like your shaggy hair”
She leaned over and rubbed my hair with her small gentle fingers. It felt so relaxing.
We caught eachothers gaze, and she looked down at her legs like she had on the bus.
She was really nervous, and so was I.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and we both jumped a bit.  
Pizza man already? 30 minutes my ass… The one time I want you to be late!
We walked over and paid the dude, only gave em a 1 dollar tip- douche bag.
I watched as becky walked over to the kitchen, her sweet little ass jiggling in her shorts.  I wanted to eat THAT, not pizza.
We ate some pizza while conversing about school and what teachers we hated, what girls were whores, what guys were assholes.  Normal gossip 
She then asked if me and my ‘ex’ ever had sex
Woah.
“um, no…”
“me neither, my ex was an ass, I’d never do it with such a douche.”
We laughed, then it suddenly got quiet.
“so who would you do it with?” 
Why did I ask that?!
“I don’t know haha, a nice guy, someone SMART.” She giggled.
“Really? How smart?”
What am I doing? Am I seriously trying to flirt right now?”
“hmm, well he needs to know about math… So he can help me whenever I ask him to.”
My heart was racing. Was it working?
 
“haha really? Well damn we should do it then!”
Awkward. What the fuck man.
She looked at me with a casual look.
“it’s not like I haven’t thought of that.”
Boner
“really?”
She looked a little embarrassed now.
“yea, like I said, your really cute… And sweet.”
Now it was quiet, dead quiet.
“so…” I said trying to change the subject.
“do you want to?” she asked, straight up.
“what? Are you serious?”
“yea I mean, c’mon I saw you staring at my tits, and could feel you staring at my ass… I mean it’s embarrassing with most guys… But it felt nice from you.”
I was speechless.
She walked over to me and grabbed the collar of my shirt and kept her head down.  She was about 5 inches shorter than me, she had to look up a bit to see my face.
“I’m kinda sick of being a virgin…”
She was serious!
“ok…”
She looked up at me and planted her lips on mine gently.  Her lips were so soft and sweet.  
She pulled away.
“let’s go to my room…”
She grabbed my arm and I followed her without question.
She sat me on her bed and slowly took off her tshirt, revealing her bra. Her tits were so cute, not too small, and not big either, but a nice size. They were round and perky, fucking gorgeous
She unhooked her bra and placed it on the floor behind her.
“no ones ever seen my tits before… It’s kinda embarrassing…” 
her hands were shaking, she really hadn’t experience much, neither had I.  
“it’s ok, they look beautiful”
She smiled shyly, then climbed on too of me, allowing me to suck on her wonderfull titties.
Her nipples were small and supple, they were sexy as hell.
I took one into my mouth and slowly rubbed my tongue around it, gently stroking it with my tongue. 
Her body was trembling, she was really turned on.  It wasnt long I until she was moaning loudly.
I continued to suck on her little pink nipples, changing the speed of my tongue to tease her a bit, she enjoyed that.  Her moaning progressively got louder, which in turn got me Hornier.
“mmm that’s fucking good…”
I dug my hand into her shorts and found her panties, they were soaked. She got up and slid off her shorts, then her panties.  She looked amazing, just Like i had imagined.
Her tits were perky and round, which complimented her sexy curves and tight little ass.  Her pussy wasn’t shaved, but it was trimmed a bit.  It looked so tempting, she was dripping her juices on the floor… She was ready to be fucked.  
She undid my jeans while I took off my shirt, soon I was fully naked as well.
She grabbed my cock in her hand, showing surprise in its size, 8 inches fully erect.
She smiled, then slowly began kissing the tip, slowly using her tongue to caress it gently.  
Her tongue felt amazing, I wanted her to play with my cock for hours.
She took my cock and inserted it slowly into her mouth, going further and further each second. 
She couldnt reach the end, especially on her first bj.  She quickly realized her limit, and started pulling her head back and forth as far as possible, taking in as much of my cock as she could.  
She began moaning, she enjoyed the taste of my man hood.
She began exploring my cock with her tongue while I mouth fucked her, drooling all over my balls and shaft.
She was trying to slurp as much of the saliva as possible, which looked and sounded so fucking hot.
I signaled that I was going to cum, but she quickly pulled out and stopped 
“I don’t want you cumming in my mouth, sorry”
I guess I understand, she’s new to this, so am I.  
She got up and bent over the bed, spreading her legs a bit.
” I’ve used a dildo before… It doesn’t hurt anymore, but your a bit bigger than that…”
I slid it in, interrupting her.
She gasped, then let out a groan
“oooooh shit…”
I pushed it all the way to the back of her pussy, going in as far as I could.
“god damn! Uuuuugh, that hurt a bit…”
“should I stop?” I asked, hoping she said no.
“no, it’s fine, start slow”
I did as she asked, but we quickly found eachothers rhythm and sped up.  Her hips movements matched my thrusting almost instantly.
I watched as my cock slid in and out of her sweet little pussy, watching her ass which jiggled each time she backed into me.
I fucked her progressively harder each second, I could tell she was building up to climax.
“mmm, yea fuck me… Fuck me harder…”
I thrusted as hard as I could, shoving my whole dick in her tight pussy.
“fuuuuck! Mmm, yea baby, grab my tits!”
I reached around and cupped her juicy tits in each hand, fondling her nipples tenderly.
“yea play with my nipple! Mmm that feels good babe!”
I was getting so turned on by her moans, she was so hot!  I Squeezed her tits, feeling my cum build up… But I can’t, I dont have a condom…
Her pussy tightened on my cock as her body spammed.
“I’m cumming!” 
She squirted everywhere, leaking on her bed, and on my balls.
I kept going, I wasn’t finished yet.
I pulled out and probed her asshole.
“what are you doing?”
“trust me you’ll like it”
She looked back with concern, but reluctantly agreed.
I slowly slid it in, fuuuuck she was tight as hell!
She gasped in pain, “stop… It hurts”
“I know, it’ll get better.”
“mmm… Ow, ok…”
I started slowly, trying to be as gentle as possible.  
Her squirming was turning me on even more, she looked so hot, and her moans were making me so hot.
I started fucking her harder and faster
“ow ow! Ouch! Stop!”
I disobeyed her cry, I continued
Fucking her little pink asshole, building up my cum for a huge eruption.
“aaaah! It hurts!”
I moaned, “I know… Almost”
I began feeling my orgasm reaching near by.
Her ass was quickly beating against my legs, making loud “fap” sounds as I penetrated her tight little ass.
“imma cum!” I yelled.
“hurry, please! Ooooh…”
I exploded into her ass, dripping cum out as I pulled my cock from her ass.
She layer there exhausted, “why didn’t you stop?”
“Im sorry, it felt really good. Haha”
“you suck… Well it felt good a little near the end”
“yea?”
“yea… Maybe we can try next time a little gentler.”
“next time?”
“well duh, you live so close, ofcourse I’m going to want that cock of yours every now and then!”
Hell yea!
“oh?”
“yea, especially since we have so much time to study”, she gave me a sly little wink.
She got up and headed towards to the door
“I’m going to shower, your welcome to join me if you want” she gave me a smile and then did that adorable little giggle I love.
I’m going to enjoy calculus.

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 8-10

CHAPTER 8
Papa’s men delivered her furniture, clothes, and computer on Monday. We put the furniture in the garage until we could figure out what to do with it, the clothes in the closet in the spare room, and the computer on my desk. Marta explained that she did much of her work at home. We sat in the kitchen with some graph paper as we discussed how to make the house bigger. I thought about extending the rear to enlarge the kitchen and bathroom, adding a door directly from our bedroom and almost doubling the bedroom.
Behind the garage on the other side I could add another room where Marta could work. We went back and forth several times before agreeing on a scheme. I thought I could do almost all the work myself during my upcoming summer vacation.
Marta and I were invited to dinner the following Sunday. We shared the plans with Papa and Jimmy. They had some suggestions which we were glad to incorporate. I asked Papa what he knew about getting a permit. He said he would take care of it so a week later his attorney dropped by with the document, reminding me that it had to be posted and that I had to follow the building code. He also gave me the name of one of Papa’s friends who could dig out the crawl space and build the foundation. I needed this in spite of the cost; it would save me weeks of back-breaking labor.
They finished the work in less than a week. I began framing the following day. I’m not the fastest worker, but I do put in long days. It took me two days to frame and install the subfloor and three more to build the walls—exterior and interior. The roof beams were harder. First I had to figure out what angles to cut the lumber. I’m an amateur so I do things by trial and error until I get it right. I use lighter and cheaper lumber. Once I had it angled correctly I used that piece as a template for the real beams; this step took me three days. I used exterior plywood for the roof and walls—I hate that particle board a lot of builders use. That took another week. By July fourth I had the structure enclosed and the roof in place.
Of course, I didn’t work every day. It rained several days and there was fishing. In mid-June I switched from blackfish to fluke, what is known as summer flounder in the south. Unlike blacks which can be fished on any tide, fluke will only feed during the last two hours of the incoming tide and the first two of the outgoing. This means we went out at all different times. Marta and I especially enjoyed evening fishing. The temperature was somewhat cooler, Marta didn’t have to worry about sunburn, and there were many fewer boats on the water then. That’s important because I like to drift for these fish; it also meant that we could get playful—licking and sucking each other and even fucking on those occasions when we were out after dark. We loved going fishing.
I had to explain the differences between the two fish to Marta who always had assumed that fishing was fishing. It took her a while, but within a week or so she had it down pretty well. One of the things about fishing—the fish has no idea who’s on the other end of the line. A rank amateur can out fish a pro on any given day. I caught plenty of fish during our first three trips, but most of them were throw-backs—fish shorter than the legal limit. Marta, on the other hand, caught fewer but bigger fish, her largest topping the scale at four pounds.
Later in the summer the fluke fishery dried up so we changed again to porgy, or scup. These are smaller in the Sound—a pounder being big—but extremely plentiful. They’re good eating, but bony as they’re really too small to fillet. On the positive side they are easily caught and a lot of fun. We also tried trolling and chumming for bluefish, a fish I never eat. They’re much too strong tasting and oily for my taste. It was during one of these trolling sessions that Marta asked if we could visit her parents. Of course, I agreed. Marta had spoken to her parents several times and every conversation ended in tears. I was about to find out why. I knew her parents were old fashioned in the extreme so I was nervous—how would they feel about our living arrangements?
We took the train into Brooklyn on a Saturday. Their apartment was only a few blocks from the station. Brooklyn has a bad reputation, mostly unearned, as a dangerous place, but I wasn’t worried. Tony had been appointed as Marta’s bodyguard—a position he took most seriously since the Marco fiasco. Tony was armed and he was a Karate black belt. Moreover, he looked tough, even though Marta and I found him to be a genuinely nice guy.
Marta knocked on the door; it was answered by her father. I didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t his daughter and two men. He invited us in—reluctantly, I thought—and Marta introduced us, “Tata (daddy), Matka (mother) this is Peter—I owe my life to him and this is Tony, my bodyguard.” They made some unpleasant faces and the visit went downhill from there. Tony excused himself, taking station outside the door.
When Marta and her mother went to make some refreshments I took the opportunity to speak with her father, but before I could say a word he told me what he thought, “I do not approve of how you two are living. It is sinful.”
“I understand how you feel, sir and that’s one of the things I wanted to speak with you about. I’m planning on changing those arrangements…and soon.”
“So, you are just like all the others—take your pleasure and run.”
“Well, actually, sir I was going to ask for your blessing. I plan to ask Marta to marry me. I’d like for your approval, but I’m going to ask her with or without it. I love Marta and she loves me. We want to be together…always.”
“I think you are rushing things. A suitable engagement of two to three years is appropriate and, of course, you could not possibly live together during that period.”
“I was thinking more about two or three MONTHS at most, and probably less. I accept that you don’t like our living together, but we are and we have no intention of changing. As I said, I hope for your approval, because when I ask for her hand I will also ask her to remove her contraceptive implant. I hope you would want to see your grandchild.”
“Hmmm. I also do not approve of this gangster you have been associating with.”
“Mr. Vanek, that “gangster” as you refer to him has been a huge supporter of Marta. He considers her a part of his family. When she was threatened by David Cartwright’s friends he had four of his best security men guarding her day and night. Tony works for him, as well. He has never asked to be paid and if I offered he would be highly insulted. He is like a father to me—he has been my father since mine passed away almost twenty years ago. He has invited us to dinner this evening so you will have the chance to meet him and make up your own mind.”
“I liked David.”
“Sure, so did Marta, right up until the moment he tried to kill her and later sent his buddies to finish the job. Last I heard from the FBI he was crying about getting a deal by squealing on the loan sharks he was dealing with. Face it, Mr. Vanek, all Cartwright wanted was to trade Marta’s life for a million bucks.”
“I suppose what you say is true. Can you support my daughter and a family?”
“I think so, sir. I’m a teacher and you probably know we earn pretty good money on Long Island. I have a Masters Degree and I’m also a Veteran of the U.S. Marines. I earn more than $80,000 a year. I also have considerable savings and investments because I didn’t run around like an idiot when I was alone, either in the service or later.” That’s the way it went—sparring back and forth. I couldn’t believe he said he liked David after everything he’d done to Marta. He never even thanked me for saving his daughter’s life three times. Things got a bit better when Marta returned with her mother, but not much.
Around five Tony knocked on the door informing us that the limo had arrived to take us to dinner. Mr. Vanek scowled, Mrs. Vanek beamed, apparently impressed by Papa’s affluence. I took the jump seat, allowing Marta to sit with her parents; Tony sat up front. Even in the limo he was ever vigilant. We drove across the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan. The driver took the West Side Drive—it was faster—with spectacular views of the Hudson and the Palisades—the vertical cliffs—on the Jersey side. He exited at West 57th Street toward Madison Avenue, turning right and stopping on East 63rd Street at the Post House Restaurant. We walked in to meet Mama and Papa in the lobby.
Marta handled the introductions and I could have sworn the temperature dropped twenty degrees. Marta’s father was being a total ass. Even Marta noticed and was upset. I was revolted by his reaction when she called the Pellegrini’s Mama and Papa. We were escorted to a private room where we sat at a round table for six—Tony would eat, but he was still working. The Post House is an expensive steak house, even by Manhattan standards, and Mr. Vanek commented repeatedly about the wastefulness of spending so much for a simple meal. I would have thought he was paying. Papa took Mr. Vanek by the elbow and left the room with him in tow. They returned ten minutes later, sat down smiling, and we all experienced a major thaw. There was actual casual conversation and laughter. I would never ask Papa what he said or did, but it was magic.
Later during the meal Mrs. Vanek asked Marta how she could eat so much. We all laughed crazily until Marta described some of Mama’s meals. Even the Vanek’s laughed then. The rest of the meal went well, although everyone gasped when they saw the lobster I had ordered—it was a huge three-pounder. I shared some with Marta and I could see her mom approve of how I treated her. Maybe she could thaw her father.
We said good-bye to Mama and Papa and returned to the limo. We dropped the Vanek’s off at their apartment, commenting on how we both had to be up early to work on the addition. It was almost ten when the limo dropped us at the house. Marta and I went in; Tony was relieved by two evening guards. Marta led me to the bedroom, but I resisted. “There’s something I need to do first. C’mon, I want to show you something.” I sat her on the couch, knelt on the floor, and reached under a cushion. “I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while, but I wanted to speak with your dad first. Now I’ve done that so there’s nothing stopping me…except my own nervousness. So here goes…Marta, I love you more than anything. I can’t conceive of ever being without you. Will…you…,” I took a deep breath, “marry me?” I whipped out the ring and showed it to her.
I can’t say that she saw it, at least not right away. Her face was in her hands. I couldn’t believe she was shocked. When she dropped her hands I could see the huge smile on her face. She held her shaking hand out for me; I put the ring, a one-carat solitaire, on her finger. She leaned down to kiss me. Then she stood, pulled me up, and led me to the bedroom—a perfect ending to an imperfect day.
CHAPTER 9
We made love all night—over and over—in every position imaginable and even in some I couldn’t imagine. We finally stopped around five, so exhausted we couldn’t stay awake. We woke at ten and made love again, Marta rolling me on my back and riding me as she rubbed her clit and her nipples into my body. I grabbed her firm ass and pulled her down, sinking my cock deep into her body. As we moved together I lifted her off the bed with every thrust—over and over, harder and harder until, at last I erupted into her. Marta shivered and shook, coming just as my last fountain of semen drenched her vaginal walls.
I held her close, kissing her cheek, “I have one other thing to ask you.” She lifted her head looking at me questioningly. “Will you please lose that implant thing? I’ll bet Celia can point you to a doctor who can do it.” Marta nodded happily and jumped from the bed. “I need to make some calls,” she shouted from the hall. I was surprised at the order—first, she called Celia then Marianne. Those calls seemed to take forever. Then she phoned Andrea—that was only a trifle shorter. Her next call was to Mama. I knew that would be a long one. She even insisted on talking to me, telling me it was about time. I knew she wanted me to hook up with Marianne or Celia, but that would be like incest—they were more like sisters to me than anything else. Finally, after more than two hours on the phone, she called her mother.
Mama invited us to dinner the next evening and we talked about the wedding. We wanted to marry soon, but we also wanted a proper wedding and reception. I wondered where we could find a suitable hall on such short notice. Papa scowled, “Why not use Casa Pellegrini? Didn’t you ever see ‘The Godfather?’” We discussed it for an hour and agreed—as if there was ever any way we could possibly disagree.
I only had a few friends from work and, of course the entire Pellegrini family. Marta had a few girlfriends however Papa and Mama had tons of friends. Papa arranged for a Cardinal to marry us on their patio. The reception would be in their back yard which was enclosed by a high hedge and totally private. It was set for the last Saturday in August. Marta and I would have a week for a honeymoon before I had to return to work the Tuesday after Labor Day.
Marta’s mother was thrilled but her father refused to participate. Frankly, I was relieved, especially when Papa volunteered to give her away. He also paid for the entire affair. It was a generous and much appreciated gift. I had nothing to do with the dress. With four Pellegrini women and Marta my opinion wasn’t needed. I did learn from Marta though that the shop initially told them that the alterations would take six weeks, however after Mama had a word with the owner in private that was suddenly changed to two, much to the chagrin of the saleswoman.
Several weeks before the wedding, after weeks of legal wrangling, the three would-be assassins made bail. I was worried and told Papa of my concerns. “I don’t think you have any reason for concern” he said, a small smile on his face. He was right. A week later the one I had shot in the arm was killed during a mugging. Four days after that a second was killed in a hit-and-run. The driver was never identified—the car was stolen. Two weeks later the third committed suicide, at least that’s what the coroner’s decision was. David Cartwright was still in custody in Bellevue; he had already been denied bail. Now all I had to worry about was the wedding.
Papa was old school when it came to a wedding. No disc jockey for him; he hired a six piece orchestra along with a locally famous caterer to serve prime rib cooked to order, bartenders, waiters and every other kind of servers imaginable. There would be a cocktail hour immediately following the ceremony. Two open bars would accommodate the 240 guests. Later dinner would be served at tables set up under a huge canopy with sides that could be lowered in the event of rain. If that happened a large portable air conditioning unit would keep the area comfortable. It can be hot and humid in August. Fortunately, it was a clear day with the high around 80 with a mild breeze coming off the Sound.
I thought I had been nervous my first day in Afghanistan as a sniper and again my first day as a teacher. It was nothing compared to getting married. I was calm as can be when I faced the four attackers, but now I was literally shaking in my shoes. Standing on the patio with Jimmy as my best man I almost hyperventilated and I think I would have had it not been for Jimmy. He cracked a few jokes about how terrible it was being married. Then I remembered that I was hopelessly in love with Marta and that we’d been living together for almost three months—this was just going to make it official. I relaxed right up until the orchestra began the “Wedding March.” Then I almost peed in my pants.
I turned into the house and got the first glimpse of my bride; it was seeing an angel. Marta wore a form-fitting gown—strapless with little baby pearls all around what she later told me was the bodice. A long train flowed behind her along the shiny floor. Papa looked great in his tux, but next to Marta I didn’t think anyone would notice. He led Marta to me, lifted her veil and kissed her gently on the cheek before joining Mama in the first row of guests. We faced the Cardinal who was resplendent in his bright red robes.
The good thing about having the wedding here was that we wouldn’t have a Mass. I hadn’t been to Mass since my mother died. Marta and I would rather go fishing than pray. This would be a straight wedding ceremony—some readings about wives being submissive to their husbands and other wedding related stuff before we exchanged vows. We didn’t really have a lot of time to prepare for the wedding so no personal vows—we stuck to the time honored traditional ones. I remembered nothing of the ceremony other than saying “I do” and exchanging rings. I woke up when I was told I could kiss the bride, something I truly relished. Everyone applauded and I led Marta into the house. Marta’s train was removed and I told her again how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. “I have a special present for you back at the house,” I told her. “I have two special presents for you, too,” she replied. We went out to greet our guests.
We did all the sappy traditional wedding stuff—the first dance and even the dance with the bride and daddy with Papa substituting gladly for Marta’s absent (hopefully forever) father. Later, after we had all feasted, the guests came to congratulate us and drop off their envelopes. Each would contain a congratulatory card and either a check or cash. I was a bit surprised when Jimmy gave us two. I was about to question him, but Jimmy said, “Don’t ask…just take it.” Then I understood—it was from Mama and Papa as if they hadn’t done enough.
The wedding took place at two; we left at seven with a white silk bag filled with cash. We would have extra bodyguards tonight. We changed into T’s and shorts and dumped the bag on the kitchen table. We opened each carefully, noting on each card how much each had given. Our friends gave us $50 each on average; Mama and Papa’s friends averaged $500 which we thought was a lot for total strangers, but then they were trying to please Mama and Papa—we were just the fortunate recipients. Jimmy and Andrea gave us $1,000. Mama and Papa, in addition to spending $25,000 on the dress and wedding reception, gave us $10,000. We called them immediately to thank them for their generosity and for everything they had done for us since I had first plucked Marta from the sea.
I went to the addition and brought back Marta’s gift—it was two wrapped packages, one a long slender one. “I think I know what this is,” she said smiling. She was right—a seven-foot Shimano graphite rod; the other box held a Shimano Stella spinning reel. ”Oh, Peter isn’t this the reel you always wanted but thought you couldn’t afford?”
I nodded with a smile. “Blackfish season will be starting again soon,” I told her, “I want you to be ready.” She stood and kissed me. Her eyes said, “Thank you,” for her. “Now for your gifts; first, I got this—with Celia’s help.” She dropped her shorts. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was gone, shaved away. In its place was a tattoo—a pink heart with the word “Peter’s” and an arrow pointing down toward her pussy neatly inscribed in the center. I looked at her and laughed, “I love it…almost as much as I love you, but I think your next visit to the gynecologist is going to be really interesting.”
“Now, your extra special gift–I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait a while to see it—about seven and a half months. I think I’m pregnant.”
CHAPTER 10
Unfortunately, Marta got her period three days later. We concluded that the stress of the wedding had thrown her cycle off. It just made us more determined. We practiced two or more times a day throughout our honeymoon in Montauk at the end of Long Island’s south fork—the fishing Mecca of the east coast—less than three hours away. We chartered a boat sharing with two men to go deep sea fishing. We agreed we’d take turns in the chair and drew lots. Larry went first, I went second, and Marta third. Ben, Larry’s friend drew the last. We drifted and chummed, lines in the water all the time. Larry and I both got big bluefish over ten pounds—fun to catch, but basically useless for anything other than bait. We chummed some more and cut up the blues for bait. It was Marta’s turn in the chair when one of the reels began to click—a shark was nosing the bait. For vicious killers they can be surprisingly delicate. Marta waited ten seconds before pulling up on the rod and setting the hook. Line flew off the reel as Marta was buckled into the chair and the rod clipped to her harness. Marta used her legs and back, exactly as I had taught her, and reeled in on the down swing of the rod. The fish took a lot of line off the huge deep sea reel, but she had plenty left when the fish began to tire. I stood behind Marta, encouraging her and massaging her shoulders and back. Larry brought her a soda from the cooler, helping her to sip from the can, as she continued to fight the fish. It was almost thirty minutes later that she brought the leader to the boat. One of the mates grabbed it and pulled the fish parallel to the boat. It was an eight foot tiger shark which they estimated at more than four hundred pounds. I took a few photos of Marta standing above the big shark and we released it. Marta almost collapsed in my arms, grinning ear to ear. That was the last fish caught that day.
We took the next day off, going to Montauk’s Hither Hills State Park. We stopped off at a deli for a picnic lunch, parked and headed for the beach. I had brought beach chairs and an umbrella; I’m really careful about being in the sun, especially with Marta’s fair skin. We read the Newsday I had bought, laughing when we saw the headline way back in the local section—“Fisherman weds Mermaid.” There was even a photo taken by the photographer Papa had hired. Marta looked great; I was also in the picture.
The next day we had chartered a guide with a 25-foot center console to go right off Montauk Point for giant striped bass, some of which can reach 70 pounds. We drifted with the current dragging whole live eels about ten to twenty feet down. I got the first strike, set the hook, and eventually pulled in a twenty pounder. I had the mate release it. I got the next two strikes, landing one—a fifteen pounder, also released. Marta was happy for me, but she wanted some action of her own and she got her wish just before noon when the tide turned. Her new rod bent in two and the fish pulled some line against the drag, but the Stella is a premium grade reel. The drag was as smooth as silk—it should be, the reel cost me almost $800. Marta raised the rod tip and cranked on the down swing. Over and over she repeated except when the fish pulled line. Cranking then will only twist the line. Patience was the watchword here. We could all tell this was a big fish, probably a cow which grow much larger than the males.
Every time Marta got the fish close it would see the boat and bolt. I encouraged Marta to be patient. She had the fish out of the rocks so there was little chance of a break-off. Finally, after more than twenty minutes she pulled the exhausted fish to the boat. The mate netted the fish even though he would have preferred the gaff. Gaffing a fish will kill it. Marta and I had agreed to release all the Stripers. Hers weighed in at 46.3 pounds. I took a few photos and we released the fish, watching it swim slowly into the depths.
We emailed Celia, Marianne, Andrea and Mama that afternoon, just as we had done when Marta caught her shark. I was finishing the last message when Marta danced in front of me stark naked, both hands pointing to her new tattoo. I pressed “Send” and followed her to the shower. Marta still had her period, but we had never let that get in our way, except that we had agreed—no oral. We stood in the tiny shower washing each other, kissing and groping. I was a bit surprised when Marta pushed her finger up my ass.
We had never discussed any kind of anal; I was willing to explore, but never if it meant hurting Marta. She fell to her knees, no easy feat in this shower which was barely two feet square, and pushed me against the wall. She licked the tip of my cock and sucked me into her throat. Marta had told me she had limited oral experience before meeting me—she had never been very motivated. I guess love can cause a lot of changes; it sure did change me.
I pulled Marta up, slipped my arms under her thighs and lifted her. I pushed her against the wall and felt her hand guide my cock into her cunt. She looped her arms around my neck, kissed me as I began pounding her pussy. It was too soon to work on getting her pregnant—this was just for fun and love. The big advantage here was that every thrust would rub her G-spot and Marta had an extremely sensitive one. The slightest touch could send her into spasms of ecstasy. She came three times, screaming into my mouth every time until I joined her by cumming hard, sending five big ropes of hot white semen into her. Spent, we collapsed clumsily to the tile floor.
We fished the following day on a party, or head, boat. They were still fishing fluke here at Montauk and we were more than happy to join them. Although we drifted, the fishing was different here—we were drifting in and among rocks in fairly deep water—more than fifty feet deep. We needed to use heavy sinkers to keep our rigs on the bottom. Fortunately, Marta’s new rod and reel was strong enough to handle the load. I used one of the boat’s rods—adequate, but not great. We fished most of the morning getting only the occasional strike until two hours before high tide when things heated up big time. Marta got a heavy strike and she played the fish masterfully, bringing a 5.2 pounder to the rail.
No sooner had the mate rebaited her hook than she had another strike, this time pulling up a barely legal 18-incher. The fishing was hot and heavy for the better part of an hour—Marta had four keepers and I had three. I also had three throwbacks. At the end of the day the mates filleted the fish and held the final weighing for the largest fish pool. Marta’s five-pounder won easily; she collected almost $200. “Now I can take you to dinner tonight,” she told me. This was hardly a revelation—we were on our honeymoon so we went out to eat every night.
We put our fillets in the cooler and filled it with ice from our motel. I was really beat when I returned to our room. Marta led me once again to the shower. The hot water felt great on my tired muscles. I allowed Marta to wash me until I realized that she must have been at least as tired as I was. I took the soap from her and washed her luscious body, kissing her all over, ending with her sweet lips. I dried her lovingly and led her to bed.
We climbed beneath the blankets and held each other, savoring the sensation of each other’s skin. Marta’s skin was so soft and so smooth it was like cuddling with a sheet of velvet. Marta pulled back a few inches, repositioned her mouth over mine and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth as she ground her lips against mine. I fell back, pulling Marta onto my left side. “Nap?” I asked her. She nodded her agreement; we closed our eyes and fell asleep.
We slept for almost two hours. I woke when I felt Marta’s fingers playing on my cock which quickly responded by growing to its maximum length and girth. “Ummmm, nice, I love what I’m feeling, my darling,” Marta whispered to me.
“Oh, yeah? I think you’re going to love what happens next even more,” I responded.
“Oh, goody—I really hope so.” She finished as she climbed over me to straddle my hips, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She gripped my hard cock and rubbed it into her slit, moistening and lubricating both of us. Slowly she sank onto me, whispering, “I love you,” as my cock disappeared into her body. Just as slowly as she sank down, now she rocked. I felt as though I could feel every square centimeter of her vaginal linings as she moved up and down on me, teasing me as she did. In time her passion grew and as it did her pace increased to match the level of her emotions. I joined in, driving deep into Marta as we pushed each other toward our orgasms. Faster and faster we went. Marta flexed her muscles, squeezing my cock even tighter. I reached up, rolling her nipples and pinching them slightly with my nails. Marta threw back her head as a massive spasm ran through her body. I could feel her shudder and shake, yet I still drove into her until I could stand it no more—I came hard flooding her with my cream. So much did I cum that it ran out of her and covered my abdomen.
We fell back onto the bed exhausted, but eventually hunger drove us from our comfort. We rose, showered and dressed and I allowed Marta to take me to dinner. The following morning we drove home, driving through Riverhead and miles of former potato and duck farms. We called Papa and Jimmy when we returned. That’s when we learned that the District Attorney had agreed that I had acted in self defense the night I had dealt with the four would-be assassins. There would be no charges against me; I could pick up my rifle at the Fifth Precinct at any time.
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