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For Security I have changed the name and the place of story but its a true story. Enjoy and u can mail me at [email protected]. It was opening night after Hurricane Katrina at Laura’s favorite dance club. The rhythms of the French quarter took control of her hips. She sauntered around the nearly empty dance floor not caring who was watching; it was her coming out party. She’d finally broken away from the emotional ties that bound her for as long as she could remember. Earlier in the day, she went to her salon to change her hair color from red to blonde. While there, she also got a manicure, pedicure, and a make-up application. She looked stunning. Her hair was done in a punk style, make-up was perfect, nails were blood red, and she wore her favorite knee high boots under a silky dress that highlighted her curves and her ample breasts. A large eye-catching pendant designed to draw attention to her sexy cleavage completed her outfit. She was feeling sensual and committed to not allowing anyone to rain on her parade.

With hands above her head, she submitted to the beat of the music. She relished the feel of her breasts swaying to her movements. The men at the club were obviously lusting after her. The moisture between her legs intermingled with the sweat from her movements. Her nipples peaked out at the crowd as she danced the night away with her girlfriends.

Her journey to this moment in time was long and difficult. At 51 years of age, she refused to be stuck looking back on a mistake of a first marriage, and 27 years of a secure but passionless relationship with her current husband. She was committed to only looking forward.

Catholic guilt kept her trapped in a marriage that diminished her self esteem and left her feeling like she was a “problem wife.” Hurricane Katrina, on the other hand, fundamentally changed her view on herself, her marriage and indeed the rest of her life. In the midst of recreating her life after the storm, she realized time was growing short and one never knew about the future.

Laura and her family managed to get out of the 9th ward in time to secure their safety but their home was destroyed. She and her husband had only the few personal possessions they could carry as they made their way north to safety. They were numb upon returning to New Orleans to survey the devastation. She lost irreplaceable photographs; treasured remembrances from her children’s youth, and even her favorite deluxe vibrator with the clitoral stimulator. She kept it hidden from her husband and was not able to retrieve it in time.

Months after the storm, she was sitting at her computer, chatting with her new Internet friend. She tried explaining all she had been through. She loved chatting with her new friend, and typed furiously as she recounted her last night before Katrina hit.

She explained, “As the storm warnings intensified, I realized my life would be fundamentally different after this experience. I grew tired of living a passionless life. Sure, I had my career and a loving family, but I needed more.

“I married young the first time; seduced into a marriage with a man who managed to convince me that we completed each other. In retrospect, he had no idea what he was in for in when he committed to a life with me. You see, I have always been a very lively girl; bringing passion to everything I involved myself with. Being a good catholic, sex before marriage was out of the question. I was a 21-year-old virgin when my first husband and I went off on our honeymoon. Now, this ain’t to say I was a prude. On the contrary, I had, and still have, a wild imagination and a powerful sex drive.

“By the time we arrived at our hotel, I was jumping out of my skin at the thought of making love for the first time. I couldn’t wait for the feel of his penis inside me. I fooled around a little in high school, letting boys feel me up and such, but no penis every touched my sweet little pussy! It was purring and ready to pounce!

“I really don’t know exactly what happened, but frankly, I went wild that night. I laugh about it now, telling my friends that I “went Cajun” on him. The poor little fella never knew what hit him. I attacked him when we walked through the door, ripping his clothes off and practically mauling him.

“He managed to calm down enough to get an erection. It’s like I snapped! The sight of an erect penis drove me wild. I panted like an animal as I pushed him down on the bed, straddled him and plunged his cock inside me. To tell the truth, my dear, I fucked the shit out of him. I bounced up and down on his cock until he prematurely ejaculated. I remember screaming so fucking loud that I scared him. I called out for him to “fuck me…Oh yes…give it to me fucker!” It was short but pretty intense.

“After he came, I played with his little ding-dong some more, put it in my mouth, and basically did everything I could to get the fucker hard again. It was a no-go; he remained limp and freaked out.”

“So what did you do?” Dave, her internet friend asked.

“Well sweetie, I just left him be and went to the bathroom to pee. When I came out, he was curled in a ball like a little baby. He stayed away from me all the next day and didn’t say a word. Being young and somewhat impulsive, I told him this was a big mistake and called my mom to come get me. On the drive home, I explained a bit about what happened and she supported my decision to annul the marriage. I was clearly too much woman for him to handle!”

“Wow, I’m sorry to hear that babe,” Dave empathically typed.

Laura went on to explain the story of her life over the computer to a man she was very excited by but had never met. He typed all the right things to her and always left her wet and wanting after their chats.

She typed, “I met John, my husband, a few months later at a family function. I was immediately taken by his kindness and steadfastness. He worked hard in his contracting business, made a good living and in short order offered the stable life I’d been craving. I needed stability as I was pretty wild back then. I think he always assumed I would outgrow my free-spirited nature.

“I love the adventure involved in sexuality, always have. Early in my marriage to John, I looked for new and interesting things to do sexually, repeatedly offering him new places to fuck. John rejected my offers for sex in the car, in the park at night, in the garage, in the shower, on the deck under the moonlight, in his office, and pretty much anywhere except the bedroom. Hell, one time when we were at mass, I offered to fuck him in the confessional! He rejected all of my offers. Over time, he managed to convince me that I was oversexed and just plain weird.

“One night, for example, I decided to surprise him. He arrived home from work to a note on the door instructing him to come downstairs to the bedroom. On the bed was another note, explaining that he needed to take his clothes off, and check the family room for further instructions. In the family room, he found a bottle of body oil and a note pleading with him to oil his muscular body and head for the dining room. On the dining room table was a Scotch on the rocks, with a note asking him to enjoy his after work beverage and when he was done, check the spare bedroom for further instructions. On the computer screen in the spare bedroom was a note instructing him to click on the desktop icon in the upper right hand corner. That’s where I placed a nude photo of myself, spreading my pussy for him. With my lipstick, I wrote a note across my boobs, telling him to come into the master bath.

“I waited patiently that evening in a wonderfully warm, candlelit bath. My body seemed to glow in the warmth of the candle light. I lay naked and horny as a toad. My world collapsed that night. He walked in completely dressed, wondered what I was doing and told me I needed professional help. I cried for days and buried my sexuality for years after. Between the experience with my first husband, and now John’s rejection of my sexuality, I got the message that maybe the men in my life were right. I was oversexed, or worse, had a deep seeded problem.

“Over the next twenty years, I ignored my lust for big juicy cock and simply became a passive receptacle for my husband’s penis. John was extremely unimaginative in bed. He had a thing against oral sex, and liked to get the act over with quick. Every drop of semen he deposited into me was like acid pouring into my soul. In time, I grew to hate him.

“Fortunately, I was not, and still am not shy about masturbating. In many ways, masturbation kept me sane over the years. What I found really sad is that he had no idea what a hottie he had on his hands, for I am a natural born squirter!”

“Shut up!” Dave, her internet friend typed excitedly. He was curious about her ability to squirt her juices and asked her to elaborate.

Laura explained, “I discovered that about myself in my early 30’s. One morning, while pleasuring myself before work, I thought it might be fun to get a little wild and crazy. I went to the kitchen and searched for anything penis shaped to put inside of me while I fingered myself. Looking in the refrigerator, I saw the yellow squash I purchased only the day before at the market. I thought it would make for a good time. I warmed it up with my hands, and when it was room temperature, inserted it into my wet puss. It hurt a little at first, but once I was excited, it felt really good. My pussy took it all and while it was deep inside me, I fingered myself furiously. Suddenly, I felt the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced coming on. It was a very different sensation. There was a tremendous pressure deep in my body. As I was about to cum, I pulled the squash out of my vagina and with it came a flood of fluid. It literally flew into the air like a fountain. I lay there confused at what just happened and unable to move.”

“OMG!” Dave typed back to her. “I just had an image of you squirting your juices over the edge of a bridge or something like that!” Dave lustfully typed

“Funny you should mention that…,” Laura typed. “Three years ago during Marti Gras, my girlfriends and I rented a room with a balcony overlooking Saint Charles Street. At around one in the morning, the girls decided to go down to the street to party. Jenna, a good friend of mine, and I were not feeling up to leaving the room, so we stayed behind. We were drinking, and I uncharacteristically told her that I was horny as hell. She’s kind of a saucy gal herself and suggested that we go out to the balcony to flash our tits for the crowd. I was up for it, and off we went.

“Jenna is rather small up top, barely a 32b cup. As you know from my pics, these days I proudly display my 44 D’s at every opportunity I get. We gave the young drunk guys on the street a good show that night. I had a little too much to drink and the crowd was in frenzy. They were screaming for me to flash my pussy. I asked Jenna if she would be offended if I gave the boys a good show. She smiled and dared me. That was all it took.

“I was wearing a skirt that night, and lifted it so I could finger myself for the wanting crowd. I was also extremely turned on! I propped my leg up on a balcony chair and started fingering myself. As I was going at it, Jenna came up behind me, pulled my blouse over my head and grabbed my tits to the delight of the crowd below. In seconds, I felt that now familiar pressure mounting and came with a fury. With Jenna squeezing the crap out of my tits, I squirted a huge stream of pussy juice through the railing and onto the horny buggers down below. They howled in delight!

“The fucking cops came knocking at the door a short time later and told us that we could be arrested for such a display. One cop, the older of the two, explained that he had never seen a woman shoot like that and in honor of my talents, he was going to let me off with a warning. He winked at me, gazed at my tits, licked his lips, saluted me and they went on their way.”

“Wow, that is an amazing story babe!” typed Dave.

“Well anyway, like I was saying earlier, the night before the storm, I decided the time had come to take my husband to task. Knowing that life would change dramatically after the storm was over, I figured the time had come for me to lay my cards on the table with John. I had grown tired of squashing my passion for sex and indeed for life. If my life was going to change with Katrina, then everything about it was going to change, including my sex life.

“Two days before we were scheduled to evacuate, I unleashed my sexuality on his ass with a fury. We were a little freaked out about what was about to happen with the storm coming, and curled under our covers holding each other. He stroked my arm; his usual way of signaling me that he wanted to fuck. At first, I complied quietly, lying on my back and letting him go through the usual routine. Literally within seconds he was inside of me. Instead of lying passively, I grabbed my legs and spread them as wide as I could. Trust me; it was quite a feat for a 50 year old woman! I grabbed my ankles and begged, “Come on baby, give it to me, I’m hungry for your big fat cock…you like my wet pussy don’t you? Come on and fuck the shit out of me.”

“He was taken aback and stopped thrusting his cock into me, asking what my problem was. I told him that I was very fucking horny and wanted him to fuck me like the little tramp that I am. He asked if I had overdosed on my medication or something, but I persisted. I told him that I have always been a horny bitch and what I really needed was a good spanking. He just lay there frozen, with a concerned look in his eye. I begged him to spank my ass. He refused, and threatened to schedule an appointment with a psychiatrist first thing in the morning. I told him that if he did, I would strip in the psychiatrist’s office and invite the fucker to lick my big fat ass! He just looked at me like I had gone insane.

“I proudly displayed my ass to John and slapped my cheeks, daring him to spank me. John just sat there in shock. Since he wouldn’t spank me, I offered to suck his dick. That is something that he rarely allowed me to do. I think he thinks it’s dirty, but really, we’ve never discussed it. Anyway, I got on my knees on the side of the bed, put my hands behind my back and begged him to stick it inside of my mouth.”

“Holy shit!” Dave typed. “What happened next?”

“Well…,” Laura explained. “I knelt there begging his lame ass to stick his cock inside my mouth but he refused. It was more than he could handle, and frankly I was getting pissed. I finally got off my knees and told him that I wanted him so see what he’d been missing all these years. He wondered what the fuck I was talking about, so I told him to sit tight while I showed him something. I got back on the bed, assumed my favorite position and started playing with myself. He was in shock. Apparently not knowing what to say, he said nothing while I went at it. He just looked at me while I plunged three fingers deep into my wet pussy. I was fingering myself furiously. After a while, I felt the familiar tension building. I screamed out to him, telling him, “you ass, this is what you have been missing out on all these years…mmm…I’m a freak…a fucking whore…watch this.” What followed was the biggest, most intense squirting orgasm I’ve had in years. My juices flew into the air in two strong bursts. I could hear the squishing sound as the fluids erupted.

“When I was done, John was speechless. He did manage to ask if I had just peed myself. I told him that he was a stupid fuck and that he was not going to make me feel like a freak any longer. He left the room, apparently confused. I pulled the covers over my head, prayed to god to give me strength, and went to sleep. My secret was out of the bag and there was no turning back.

“The next morning, I woke up to his snoring along side of me. I woke him up and told him that we needed to get the fuck out of town. We furiously packed what we could fit into the car and headed north. I was pissed that I had to leave my favorite vibrator in its hiding place and secretly prayed that it would survive the storm. We never spoke of the last night in our home. But, I knew that there was no turning back for me.”

“Dang baby, that’s amazing,” Dave typed.

Laura concluded the chat session, “Yes it is, but you know baby, I feel better than I have in years. I now go out dancing on a regular basis. I no longer feel like a freak. John still occasionally fucks me, but really, I don’t care one way or another. I have you to share my thoughts with, and my fingers to bring me pleasure. John is John. I know he doesn’t understand me, but I can’t leave him. After all, I am a good catholic girl.”

Dave typed, ‘I love you babe.”

Laura typed, “I cyber-love you too.”

For Security I have changed the name and the place of story but its a true story. Enjoy and u can mail me at [email protected].”i’ve left dinner for you in the microwave,” Jen smiled as she leaned in to give her son a peck on his cheek.”You know I can manage on my own Mom.” Dan smiled. “I do the cooking at Uni and have survived just fine!””I know sweetie.” Jen patted his face lightly. “It’s just that a mother loves to look after her son. Now, i’ll try not to be late. I hate having to go out like this but I need to update some figures for the marketing proposal tomorrow.””Ah! Don’t bore me with your work Mom, I understand… Just go. Go and finish what you have to do. I’ll be fine.”Dan walked his mother to the car and watched her drive away. Susan glanced into the rear view mirror and smiled as her son waved at her. She raised her hand out of the window as she sped off. Dan was 20, and in second year of University, doing a course in Industrial Design in the state up north. His parents had divorced two years ago and his father had moved to Asia. His mother lived alone in a small town house and Dan was on his semester break.

Dan always wondered why his parents had divorced. His mother was 21 when she had married Jonathon Feston, himself all of 23 years, and Dan had been born just over a year later. They had both seemed like such a loving couple and it certainly wasn’t because his mother had ‘lost’ any of her beauty. Heck, at 41, Susan Feston nee Carter could pass off as a sprightly 30 year old. Rumour had it that his father had shacked up with a little Asian beauty in his frequent travels. His mother wasn’t the kind to belittle or say nasty things about his father and all she ever said was “sometimes there are things that you just can’t control.” So Dan never really found out..As soon as the car disappeared over the crescent of the hill, Dan darted back into the house and ran upstairs. He stood waiting at the window for a little while, checking to make sure his mother hadn’t forgotten something and had to return. When enough time had passed, he made his way into his mother’s room and headed straight for her laundry basket.

Rummaging in her dirty laundry, he found what he was looking for. He fished out two pairs of soiled panties — one beige cotton highcuts and another black with lace trim. The black panties had smudges of white crust at the crotch area. Dan’s cock was rigid with lust as he held his mother’s panties in his hand and brought it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, taking in her strong womanly scent. “Ohhh.. Mother…..” he moaned as he pressed the skimpy material to his nose. He jerked his cock into the white panties while sniffing his mother’s scent. His mind filled with lewd images as he imagined his mother in various stages of undress. He jerked harder and as he felt himself about to erupt, he sucked on the white, crusty bits coating the crotch of his mother’s panties. “Unnhh…Mommm,,,” he moaned as his cock spit and throbbed its load into his mothers panties…Jen looked at the clock on the dashboard as she drove home from office. She had finished amending the figures faster than she expected and it was just past eight-o-clock. She wondered if Dan had eaten and she hoped he hadn’t so she could join him for dinner. It was so nice having someone in the house again. She was glad he was home for the holidays and only wished he didn’t have to return to his chosen University, interstate. He had mentioned that he may look for a transfer to the local University and she hoped he was serious about that. She felt her heart quickening as she thought of Dan. Had she mistaken the look in Dan’s eyes as he had walked her out to the car? Had she imagined him trying to look up her skirt as she stepped into the car? And then that downward glance as she adjusted herself into her seat, trying to look down her blouse at her tits. Had she imagined all that or was her son ‘checking her out?’

And why did that send shivers of excitement shooting through her. Jen tried to clear her head. Dan couldn’t have been doing all those things. He couldn’t. She was his mother and surely her son wouldn’t be harbouring thoughts like that about her. She shook her head as It was illicit. It was taboo. It was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.Yes, but it was delicious too…Jen inhaled audibly as the thought crossed her mind.I wonder what his cock looks like.”Stop it.” She said aloud to herself. “He’s yours son. Just stop it!”But she couldn’t deny the fluttering in her stomach. She hardly realised how much she had been thinking of Dan as she almost overshot the turnoff to her home. Shaking her head again, rather firmly this time, as she turned into her lane and a few meters down into her own driveway.”Just get a grip of yourself.” She reminded herself as she walked up to her door. Turning the key, she unlocked the door and let herself in. She suddenly felt tired. “I’m home” she called out. “In the kitchen, Mom.” She heard Dan call out. “Just finishing up dinner. Sorry I didn’t wait for you but I was kinda hungry.”She walked in just as he finished his sentence and he was seated at the table grinning up at her. “Not to worry dear.” Jen replied softly. “I wasn’t really hungry anyway.”She noticed it again. The Look he gave her. It was done surreptitiously, almost unperceivable. But she detected it. He was giving her the once over, checking out her wares. His eyes moved to her tits first and then down to her ass and then to her long legs. Jen knew she had lovely legs. Then they ran up to her tits again.

Jen felt her nipples hardening and that agonising feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Jen groaned inwardly, silently. She didn’t want to feel this way about her son. She Couldn’t feel this way about her son.But its soooo delicious.She hated the way her thoughts were betraying her. She moved into the kitchen to get a drink and as she passed Dan, she glanced downward. He was wearing a loose pair of shorts and she silently wondered what he was hiding beneath his shorts. She poured herself a glass of milk and leaned against the cupboards.”You look kinda tired Mom.” Dan looked up at her as he mopped up the sauce on his plate with a chunk of bread.”I am.” Jen replied. “Dunno why but I’m feeling kind of tired. Maybe I just need a shower.”Her breath caught in her chest and her heart skipped a beat as Dan moved his legs and began to get up. He wasn’t wearing anything under his loose shorts and as he opened his legs, she caught a glimpse of his cock. It was thick and long — even in its relaxed stage.Hell! I wonder where he got that from! Certainly not from his father!”I-I’m going to take a shower.” Jen said quickly, wanting to take her mind off the cock that she had just seen.”Wait.” Dan stopped her. “Why don’t I give you a massage before you shower. Remember I told you I took some physio classes as part of Football training?””Uhh.. I-I don’t know.” Jen mumbled. “Maybe i’ll jus go shower.””Aww come on Mom.” Dan protested. “It’s just a massage. It’s not as if I’m gonna…”He didn’t finish the sentence and looked at Jen sheepishly.

“What?” Jen demanded, her voice raising. “What were you gonna say? It’s not as if you’re gonna what?””N-nothing. Nothing.” Dan mumbled, looking down at the floor. “I just offered to give you a massage, that’s all. You seemed kind tired and I thought it would relax you. That’s all.”

Jen suddenly began to feel very badly about how she had reacted. She looked at Dan seemingly sulking and she walked up to him. She placed her hand under his chin and lifted it up.”I’m sorry I over-reacted.” She smiled into his eyes. “A massage may be just what I need. Come one.”She offered him her hand and pulled him up and then led him up the stairs.”You know, i’ve never had a ‘professional’ massage before.” Jen teased her son.”Aww Mom.. I’m not a pro. I told you I just took some classes.””Ok then. A semi-pro.” Jen laughed. “i’ve never been given a massage by someone that’s taken classes.”They both laughed as Jen sat on the bed, her Son standing and looking down at her. Looking at her again with The Look.”So… What do I do? How does this work?” Jen asked, in all sincerity.”Well, it would help if you took off your clothes.” Dan ventured.”I can’t undress for you!” Jen protested, somewhat weekly.So delicious! Why did she keep thinking that?Dan didn’t miss that she said ‘cant’ and not ‘wont’”I don’t mean naked Mom” Dan said softly, although wishing that he could see his mother naked. “But you really cant wear a dress for a massage.”Jen sighed and went into the bathroom. She pulled off her summer frock and looked at herself in the mirror. At 41, she still had a hot body and aside from the tiny swell of fat around her stomach, she could put a lot of much younger women to shame. Jen wrapped a towel around her black lacy bra and white lace panties and then looked at herself again in the mirror. She wasn’t quite sure why she was doing this but she was. She kept telling herself that it was just a massage anyway. Nothing wrong with that.

She walked back into the bedroom and found that Dan had draped another towel over the bed.”Lie down Mom.” Dan said as he opened a bottle of massage oil.Jen loosened the towel around her and lay face down on the towel covered bed. She felt Dan pull the towel that was covering her and then spread it again over her. He then pulled the towel down slightly, just enough to expose her shoulders. He applied some oil and began to massage her.”See? You’re all tense here.” Dan explained. “I can feel the knots in your shoulders.”Jen had to admit that Dan’s hands felt very good. He was getting at the knots and loosening her muscles. She couldn’t speak as she was face down with her head buried in the pillow, so she just grunted.He worked his way around her shoulders and then lower down. He deftly unhooked Jen’s bra and she didn’t protest at all. His hands were easing her tired muscles and anyway, all he could see was her back. His hands continued to work their magic on her aching muscles and she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. She felt the towel shifting and draping her upper body, exposing her ass and legs.”You’re beautiful Mom..” Dan gasped. His cock was hard as he stared at her lace covered ass. His hands squeezed her ass lightly and then moved to spread her legs. He started to massage her thighs and Jen moaned softly. Without his mother’s knowledge, he bent his face down between her ass cheeks and inhaled deeply. He could smell her strong womanly scent which only served to arouse the young boy even more. His fingers dug into her taught thighs and Jen responded by lifting her ass upwards.

Dan lightly brushed his fingers along the thighs and Jen continued her soft moaning. She could feel tingles shooting within her and she knew she shouldn’t be allowing herself to feel this but it was just too wonderful. Dan moved his hands lower and massaged her calves and then her took both her feet in his hands, massaging them strongly. Jen lifted her face, buried in the pillow, and turned her head to one side.

“Ooohh.. That’s nice.” she cooed. “Your hands are so strong.” Jen had always liked her feet massaged and it never failed to send strong pulses of pleasure shooting to her pussy. She ground her pussy mound into the bed as she felt her pussy starting to leek out its juices. Dan continued to massage her feet and then slowly ran his hands lightly up and down her legs. He spread his mother’s legs wider and glanced down at her crotch again. There was a dark spot of dampness at the crotch of her panties and Dan groaned with desire.He pulled her panties down slightly, exposing the crack of her ass and waited to see if there was any hint of protest from his Mother. She didn’t do anything and he started to knead her ass cheeks through the skimpy material of her panties. Jen was in turmoil. Her cunt was boiling and she so badly wanted more but she couldn’t. This was her son! But still, it was her son who was making her feel this way and no matter what, she couldn’t fight the feelings welling up inside her.

Dan went back to working at her feet, realising that his mother loved her feet massaged. His cock was throbbing hotly in his pants and he could feel his thighs wet with his pre-cum. He lifted one foot and with his other hand massaging her ass, he sucked her toes into his mouth.Jen gasped with delight as she felt his tongue swirl against her toes. Another jolt of excitement went straight to her pussy and she moaned loudly.”Wh-what are you doing?” she gasped again as his mouth sucked on her toes and his tongue caressed each digit.”Shhh… As long as you’re enjoying it don’t ask so many questions.” Dan’s voice was thick with lust.His mouth moved to the other foot and applied the same technique, sucking on her toes and twirling his tongue around each digit. Then both hands were back on her thighs, massaging them strongly and slowly moving higher till it reached the vee of her thighs. Her scent was thick in the air now and Dan slowly started to massage her just on the periphery of her vulva. Jen lifted her ass to offer him easier access and Dan took this opportunity to pull her panties down.I have to stop this! I have to stop this while I can! Ohhh but its soo delicious.There it was again. Her mind telling her it was delicious. She was almost beyond caring now, just wanting to see how far it would go. She kept her ass risen and Dan took this as consent to pull her panties down fully, exposing her completely. Jen used her feet to peel the panties down and off one leg, her ass still raised slightly off the bed. Dan stared at her pussy and could see how wet his mother was. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply of the scent emanating from her. He could see white cream seeping out of her fuck hole.

Dan stuck his tongue out and ran it upward along her slit right up to her puckered anus.”Ooohhh God!” Your licking me!” Jen cried out, with a sharp intake if breath.Dan jerked his head upward, unsure if his mother was chastising him.”Oh please! Don’t stop!” Jen pleaded. She had passed the point of caring who was making her feel so horny. She needed to be fulfilled and she needed it back. Somehow, the fact that it was her son just made her feel all the more needful. “Go on! Lick mother’s cunt!!” Dan didn’t need to be encouraged further. He spread her thighs wide and buried his face between her tight ass cheeks. He stuck his tongue into his mother’s cunt and licked at the thick cream covering the entrance to her fuck hole. Slowly he licked up and down her slit and then focused on the bud of her clitoris. Jen’s thighs quivered with delight and she thrust back at his lapping tongue. His mouth worked harder on her throbbing pussy. Jen’s hands grasped the bed sheets and with a sudden cry her whole body shuddered.

“Ohhh yesss…! I’m cumming….ohhhh baby…..!!” Dan kept his mouth fastened on to her spasming pussy and sucked strongly at the juices leaking out of his mother. Her ass collapsed back on to the bed, her breath coming in deep gasps. Jen rolled over and looked up at her son, his face wet with her juices. She smiled up wantonly at him. She was filled with even more yearning now and no longer cared that her son had just brought her to orgasm. On the contrary, it felt even more special. Her own son had made her come and it felt wonderful. She loved her son so much and now that love seemed so much stronger. Dan looked at his mother in all her naked glory. Her breasts were full with long nipples and a large, dark areola. His eyes travelled down to the pussy he had just eaten and it was covered thickly with hair. His cock was stiff and throbbing of its own accord. Jen stared hungrily at her son’s large cock. She wanted him more than ever now.”I want your cock baby.” Jen cooed. “Mommy wants your big cock””Oh Mom!” Dan groaned with lust. “Mom, you are so sexy.If I tell you something will you promise not to get mad?””Tell me…” Jen moaned. “Promise me you wont get mad.” Dan persisted. “Promise me, Mom.””I promise.””i’ve dreamt about you for so long Mom. I’ve been sniffing your panties and jerking into them Mom. Pretending i’ve been fucking you.” Dan said softly. “And.. And sometimes when I’m fucking other girls, I think of you. Don’t be mad”

“Oh honey, that’s really sweet!” Jen said, her heart filling with even more love for her son. She sat up on the bed and reached out for her son. She wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him closer. “You’ve got Mommy now, you don’t need my panties.”She hugged him warmly, feeling new emotions for her son and even more tingles went coursing through her. Jen felt his hard knob poking her in her midriff and her hand came round to caress his balls.”Would you like to fuck Mommy now or would you prefer Mommy’s mouth on your cock darling?””Oh Mom!” Dan moaned. “I want all of you Mom. I wish I had two cocks all at once.””Come and fuck me baby.” Jen cooed as she lay back at raised her legs, spreading them open as she did so. “Come and fuck your hard cock in Mommy’s cunt.”Dan placed his throbbing cock head at the mouth of her pussy and slowly pushed himself in. He luxuriated in the warm wetness of his mother’s cunt and his cock throbbed hotly. With one hard thrust he slammed his prick deep into his mother’s cunt.Jen uttered a little cry. He couldn’t tell if she was whimpering in pain or pleasure. She arched her back and raised her lovely ass up off the bed.”I didn’t hurt you did I Mom?” Dan asked worriedly. “You’re just so big baby!” Jen moaned. “It feels so good in me.”Dan bucked his lean young ass hard and fast, driving his swollen prick in and out of her like a piston. He fucked his mother hard, enjoying her grunts as he speared her deeply. He could hear the wet slurping sounds his cock made as it rammed in and out between her writhing legs. He also loved the moans and cries of pleasure that escaped his mother’s trembling lips.

“Oh, God yes! Fuck me harder! Faster! Deeper! I want it all! More Dan, darling! All the way up my fucking hot cunt! Fuck me! Fuck your mother!”Jen could feel her son’s cum-filled balls slapping against her crotch as he fucked her with youthful vigor. Her entire being was consumed by passion and love. She felt as hot as a furnace now. Jen could feel the first signs of her orgasm building within her. She knew that Dan, too, had to be getting close to busting his balls.”You’re about to spunk into me, aren’t you, Darling?” she asked tensely, in between her moans.

“Yeah, Mom! Yeah! I’m gonna fill your cunt with my cream!””Yes, darling! Do it! Fill my hot cunt with your juices! Fill mother’s cunt darling.!””I’m cumming, Mom! I’m gonna shoot! Oh, shit! I’m comin’ in your pussy Mother….!! Unnhhhhhh!” Dan growled, his balls exploding and pouring his seed deep into his mothers cunt.Jen’s cunt sucked and squeezed the cock that was deep inside her, squeezing as if to draw the cum right out of his balls. His cock jerked like a jackhammer in her sucking pussy for a moment or two. The hot cum splashing inside her set off her own orgasm.”Oh, Dan! Yessss. I’m coming, darling! You’re making me come, lover! Your hot cum is shooting up deep inside me! It feels so wonderful! Oh, God, yes! Yessssss! I’m coming! I’m comminngg!” she cried as her orgasm tore through her like a tornado.They began rocking back and forth together. Their bodies were joined together, not just physically, but joined in the love of mother and son. They held each other tightly, abandoning themselves to the pleasures that their wild fuck had brought them.Jen shuddered as Dan pulled his cock out of her. She could feel his cum dribbling down her thighs and she sighed happily. She looked up at Dan who smiled at her warmly. His fingers brushed against her breasts and squeezed them lightly.

This is a true story but for more securty purpose I have changed the name and place of story. Enjoy and mail me at [email protected]. Thanku..This tale of my incestuous relationship with my mother differs in two ways from most incest stories on this site. First, this story is true. Whether the reader chooses to believe it isn’t my business. Secondly, mine is not a tale of some teenager with a big cock (?) And a mother that swoons as soon as she sees it. Rather, this is the account of how I seduced my mother when I was 35, married with two kids, and mom was 52. She was the mother of three-myself, the oldest, and my brother and sister, ages 29 and 27..I fucked my mother for sixteen years, until she died in her sleep at age 68. Somehow, we managed to keep it a secret (or so we thought) during that entire time. We couldn’t fuck often, but when we did, it was heaven for both of us-something which never grew routine, something we both looked forward to…But I need to start at the beginning.

My mother became pregnant with me when she was only seventeen, married my father and had a good marriage with him until he died when I was a mere lad of eight. I recall him somewhat vaguely. What I do remember clearly is crying my heart out, sitting on my mother’s lap after he died, my face buried in her ample bosom. I never got her fragrance and the softness of those tits out of my mind. I also remember being insanely jealous of my newly-borne sister enjoying the pleasure of breast feeding at the time. I so much wanted to be able to suck on those tits too, to have my mother coo over me. The last time I was to see her tits until much later in life was the day I pushed my sucking sister’s head aside and clamped my mouth on mom’s tit. She gasped but did let me nurse for a minute before gently pulling her nipple from my mouth, telling me I couldn’t do that.

She was careful not to let me see her breastfeeding again. But the rapturous feeling of sucking on that tit never left me. Maybe that’s what drove me to desire her so over the years.Susan (my mother’s name) did have nice breasts-she eventually told me they were 32C-as well as the nice body to go with them. Always the athletic type, she kept more or less trim during her lifetime. Perhaps because of her small-boned body and lack of height-she was maybe all of 5’6″-she never weighed over 110. I already towered over her by the time I was sixteen. Her hair was thick, dark brown, and semi-curly, giving rise to my constant teen-age fantasy that her cunt hair had to be of the same luxurient growth.After the death of my father, my mother had to take a job clerking at a clothing store just to keep food on the table. Things were really tight financially and we managed to scrape by only because my mother’s aunt baby-sat the three of us kids for nothing when my mother was working. Mom’s in-laws helped her with groceries and added to our meager wardrobes on birthdays and at Christmas. We were stuck in a revolving door going nowhere. We kept going nowhere until I was sixteen.

That’s when Halston, or Hal as everybody called him, entered the picture. He was a jerk, a philanderer, a cheat. But Hal had money. I guess he too was taken by my mother’s ready smile and her thirty-four-year-old inviting body. He wined her and dined her. His attention to her was unrelenting. Eventually, Mom apparently gave into the idea that Hal wasn’t so bad and that he at least provided an avenue to escape a life of poverty. So even though he was twenty-two years her senior and had a reputation for chasing women, mom threw in the towel and married the bastard.

I hated him from the word go. The worst part was having to listen to their bed rocking late at night. I knew he was fucking my mother and the thought of his cock inside her intensified my hatred. But to keep the peace, I tried to be civil. I think the reason he gave me a go-fer job at his office had as much to do with buying my civility as much as a desire to provide me with spending money. But the civility ended about six months into their marriage when I walked without knocking into his secretary’s office late one afternoon. I thought everyone had gone home. But there he was, standing behind her, bent over her seated form, his hands hidden in her bra, massaging her tits.I froze when I saw them. Tess, his secretary, tried to stand but he just pushed her back into the chair, his hands still clamped on her massive cones.”Hal, for God sakes stop it,” she squeaked, her face beet red.So it’s “Hal,” and not Mr. ___ when they are alone, was my thought. I was frozen in my tracks trying to comprehend what I was seeing.”Come here, you little bastard,” barked Hal. “Anyone ever taught you to knock? You like to look at tits, don’t you? I’ve seen you looking at your mothers. Well here. Look at these,” as he unsnapped Tess’es front-closure bra and squeezed her tits together. “Don’t these beat what you mom has,” he leered at me.Now I wanted to kill him. I ran to grab him. Tess screamed. And just as I reached for his throat, he gave me a knee in the groin, catching me in both balls. I dropped to the floor writhing in agony.

“You better keep your fucking mouth shut too,” was his response as he grabbed my hair and slammed my head onto the floor. “Good for nothing little cocksucker.”When I regained my senses, Tess was bent over me, asking if I was okay. Her tits practically hung in my face but I wasn’t interested. I thought I would die from the pain. I just clutched my balls and moaned. Eventually, she helped me into her chair and then started to stuff herself back into her clothing.”Please don’t tell anyone,” she begged. “My husband would kill me if he found out. And I don’t think your mom would be too happy either. Please, Ben….”I just started shuffling towards the door and didn’t look back. When I finally got home, he was there. He listened to me tell my mother that I had a gut ache and was going to lie down. I never went back to the job. I hardly ever spoke to him again. But from then on, I always knew what he had been doing those nights when he came home late from work….The years went by. I left home, got married, had kids. My wife, Cathy, was from the neighboring town. Blond, small bust, conservative. She was a great mother and wife. But she wasn’t my mother, the woman I had always secretly wanted to marry. Cathy didn’t like oral. She would suck my cock on “special occasions” even though I could tell she didn’t like doing it. She made sure to quit sucking before I could cum in her mouth. She cared even less for the rare occasions when she would let me eat her pussy, tensed up, and trying to get me to stop before I got started. Anal was out of the question. One time-and one time only-I managed to get the head of my cock in her ass before she pulled away as though I had stuck her with a red hot iron. Language? She refused to call her organs cunt or pussy.

She cringed when I called her a cocksucker. The only word she thought proper to use was “fuck,” and I think she used that only because she knew it turned me on when she kept “begging” me to fuck her when I was buried in her cunt.

Otherwise, like I said, a good wife and mother. But the woman I really dreamed of fucking was the one whose tit I had sucked way back when. I often fantasized the it was she urging me to fuck her when I was pounding Cathy’s pussy, that it was my mother’s tits I was nuzzling….Eventually, Hal got sick and died. God knows how many different women he had fucked while married to my mother. When he finally did die, not even my mother really cared anymore. I guess she too had long since figured out why he worked so late so often at the office.When my magical day arrived, it was so much easier than I had ever thought. Several months after Hal’s death, mother had asked me if I might make the 180 mile journey to her place in order to help sort through everything that her former pack-rat husband had collected during the years they were together. It was a job that needed to be done so I agreed to devote a three-day weekend to the effort, arriving late Friday night. She seemed a new woman. The years of putting up with Hal’s cheating were over. She was free again, but this time with plenty of money to live on. We talked late into the night. When we finally turned in, I held her tight, kissed her gently on the neck and told her I never wanted to let go. She gave me a squeeze, a peck on the cheek, and a whispered “Good night, Ben.”

On Saturday, we got an early start. Our mission: clean the huge garage, piled high with everything under the sun. It was a blisteringly hot July day. We grunted and groaned and sweated. Although I tried to concentrate on the task at hand, I was also distracted by the nearness of mom’s body. Her shorts showed off her tanned thighs quite nicely; her sleeveless T gave me glimpses of her bra and made me wish I could see the treasures it held. I was rewarded by occasional inadvertent tit rubs when we would work together to pull boxes from the overhead shelving. Those touches were bliss. From time to time, we sat in front of a high speed fan to cool off. Each time, as the air evaporated our sweat, I could see her nipples getting hard. It was a maddeningly erotic sight.We finally called it a day in the early evening. Mom was already complaining of a lower backache from all the lifting. We were tired, sweaty, and starved. We celebrated our efforts with a gin and tonic (heavy on the gin), then I agreed to grill steaks while mom made a salad. The food hit the spot as did the second drink we had with it. She declined a third.

Mom was already getting more than a bit punchy as she normally doesn’t drink much or often. When she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, I could feel her tits mashing against my chest. I had to have this woman that I had always desired.I suggested we grab a shower, watch a video to relax, and then I would give her one of my backrubs. Sounded good to her. I had brought a variety of videos with me from my collection. The one I carefully chose was suggestive without being pornographic. I knew she would never go for that-at least not at this stage. This flick featured several scenes of passionate kissing, heavy breathing, and the two stars winding up in bed together doing more of the same until they turned out the lights. I prayed it would get her motor running so as to be more receptive to what I hoped would follow.

To complete the preparations, I opened a bottle of champagne and made sure her glass was never empty. Before the movie was over, we were on our second bottle. Mom was quickly becoming drunk. During the passion scenes, I noticed she was breathing more rapidly and was squirming ever so slightly. She also would take another big gulp of champagne each time things got hot. I just sat next to her on the couch, our legs and feet touching as we shared the footstool, my arm around her, my hand gently stroking her upper arm. The light blanket we shared to protect us from the air-conditioned room added to the sense of intimacy.When the movie ended, she announced with a yawn that she had to turn in before she passed out. I reminded her of the backrub and insisted she had to have one if we were going to continue working tomorrow. Although she protested that she was too tired, she finally relented. I told her to go lay on her bed. I would get a large towel and my oil. She was weaving as she made her way into the bedroom, now and then touching the wall for guidance and support.When I entered her room with yet another glass of champagne for her, she was lying on her stomach under the glare of the ceiling light, fully clothed in her robe and nightgown. I turned her table lamp on low, killed the overhead light, and informed her that the massage wasn’t going to work too well with her robe on. At first she was adamant about keeping it on. But I straddled her upper legs and slowly started to kneed her shoulder muscles, gently coaxing her to remove the robe.

She finally agreed, but not before asking me to look away. I told her the nightgown would have to go too, at least from her waist up, but she could cover with the beach towel. She paused at that suggestion, turned her head, and just looked at me with her big blue eyes. Even though she was dead drunk, I wondered if she was beginning to become suspicious. I saw my opportunity evaporating. I needed her cooperation to get started. Outright rape was not an option.Then she surprised me. She again asked me to look away. I climbed off her legs and looked away. She did as I had suggested. When she told me she was ready, I turned to find her again on her stomach, covered to her neck with the towel. I offered her another sip of champagne and as she reached for the glass, the towel began to slip from her shoulders giving me a partial glimpse of those wonderful tits I had always longed to see, to feel, to suck. Her thinking as getting more cloudy by the minute. Normally, she would have been more careful to ensure that she had covered herself.

I began to massage her with oil. It didn’t take long before she was purring, she said it felt so good. I used my movements to slowly and innocently work the towel lower. Five minutes later she was exposed from the waist up. As she lay on her stomach, beginning to fall asleep, I could see her tits pushing out to the side.I finally pulled the towel (and her bunched up nightgown) beyond the swell of her hips, half way down her butt. She stiffened for a minute until I assured her that I just wanted to work her lower back and didn’t want oil on her gown. Massaging her hips from her spine outward, downward to the bed was a massive turn-on. My cock was more than ready, pushing out against my pajamas and I knew my pre-cum was beginning to flow. I hoped hers was too. She was beginning to breath more rapidly.Finally, I again worked my way up her back, working in ever larger circles. My path quickly included her rib slats, my fingertips just touching the side fat of her tits. Her respirations increased in speed and intensity. She cleared her throat and suggested that maybe it was time to stop. It was a critical moment.Time to go for broke.

“Mom,” I said, my voice cracking with passion. “You haven’t had any physical attention from Hal for a long time, have you.”

The seconds passed slowly before she found her voice. “No, I haven’t, but that’s because he was sick for so long and because ….” her voice trailed off.I asked her if what I was doing felt good as I continued to work her sides, including the sides of her tits. She simply nodded and raised herself unsteadily to take another sip of champagne. As she lowered herself again to the bed, I slipped my hands down to cup her tits, my thumb and index finger seeking out and quickly squeezing her already erect nipples. She, perhaps understandably, freaked. Forgetting she was bare from the waist up, she rolled onto her back, sat up, and pulled the towel up to her neck. I got my first full look at her tits, capped with dark brown nipples that seemed a half inch long.”Goodnight, Ben,” she spat. “Is this what you really wanted? Time for you and your filthy mind to leave.””Look, mom,” I replied, standing next to her bed, my robe revealing the existence of a hardened cock. “I only want one thing for you and that is for you to cum. My guess is that you haven’t been fucked or even touched for ages. And I’m pretty sure you are wet, so quit acting like you aren’t enjoying this.”She didn’t answer. She just sat there.”I just want to help you cum, that’s all,” I said, making no effort to conceal my erection. “Cause I know you won’t do it yourself. Am I right?””Ben…. Please. Just go to bed and we will forget all about this. Okay?” her eyes pleaded. Her eyes shifted to my groin. “And don’t use that language with me. I’m your mother, remember?””You need to cum. You know you do,” I said caressing her cheek. I bent down, gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, then on her lips, and fondled her breast through the towel. “Look. I will only work your tits if that is what you want. You can do the rest.” I paused. “You need to cum,” I whispered, reaching under the towel, again caressing her tit in my hand.

She sat in a daze, just breathing heavily. “But we can’t do this. Ben, I’m your mother,” she faltered.”I’m just here to help you, “I answered. “No one will ever know.”I took the towel from her hands and dropped it to the floor, fully exposing her body. Predictably, she raised one arm to cover her breasts, the other shot downward to conceal her genitals. I lowered my head, kissed her again on her lips, then on her neck. My mouth traveled to her chest, gently kissed her right nipple, then took as much of her generous tit in my mouth as I could, and started sucking. She gasped. “Please. No. We can’t,” was her weak response.I took her wrists in my hands, raised her arms to shoulder height and pushed her down on the bed, my eyes drawn to her crotch. Lush, dark pussy hair concealed her treasures. But she hadn’t clamped her legs shut and I could see the beginnings of her inner lips, tinged with pink, showing through the hair. I also noted her inner thighs wet with her secretions. I took her right hand in mine, and placed in on her pussy. Out of embarrassment, she tried to pull her hand away. But I held it between her legs and started working her fingers in circles on her pussy.”Do you want to do this part or would you rather that I work your pussy,” I asked.”Oh, God,” she wailed. “Can’t we just stop?”

“Look, mom. You need to cum. You want to cum. Do you want me to do this or will you,” I asked as I placed my hand on her pussy, amazed at the wiry thickness of her hair. As my hand touched her pussy lips, she jumped as though from an electric shock, and pushed my hand away.I want back to nursing on her tits. She just laid there doing nothing, but let me continue. After a minute, I stopped sucking. Taking her hand again, I put it back on her pussy. “Either I do it, or you do it. You decide. But it is going to happen….”

My mouth again found her tit. I sucked, then paused. Just as I reached for her pussy again, I could feel her slowly beginning to frig herself. “But we can’t fuck,” she said (I thought hopefully), as her breathing quickened..My heart skipped a beat. She was using the language!”We don’t fuck until you want to,” was my reply. But as I said this I shucked my robe and lowered my pajamas to free my hardened cock which I pressed against her leg.”I just want you to feel it.” I took her hand and wrapped it around my cock. Holding her hand in mine, I jacked my cock slowly several times before placing her hand back on her pussy. This time, she didn’t need to be told to begin.Her hand was quickly becoming a blur as she worked her pussy. Now I had a clear view of her pussy lips emerging from the patch of thick, dark hair-as beautiful as I had always imagined it. I could see her fingers work her pussy lips and clit in a circular motion, then go lower and slip into her pussy. A stoke or two, and then it was back to the outer lips and clit, all the while, her eyes closed. I reached for my cock, squeezed some of my pre-cum onto my finger and raised it to her mouth.”Open,” I directed as I touched my finger to her lips. As she did, I wiped my finger on her tongue. Her face showed shock as she recognized what she was tasting. I replaced my finger with my mouth and started tongue-fucking her, all the while massaging her tits, first one, then the other.”Make your pussy cum,” I whispered. “Make it cum.”I knew she was getting close. Now was the moment. Now was my chance. I quickly rolled on top of her and rubbed my cock against her sopping pussy lips. She bucked and practically screamed for me to get off. Instead, I thrust forward, burying my cock in her cunt in one movement. She may have given birth to three children, but she still was wonderfully tight, certainly moreso than my wife. She pushed against my chest with her hands.

This is a true story but for more securty purpose I have changed the name and place of story. Enjoy and mail me at [email protected]. Thanku..”Jesus. We can’t do this! You can’t fuck me! You have to get out of me!” her voice panic-stricken..I gently fucked into her. “Don’t you want to get fucked as you cum?” I simply asked. “Isn’t that what your pussy needs?” I gave her several more strokes and tongue-fucked her mouth again. This time, her tongue met mine.”Make your pussy cum,” my voice now just a whisper. “Feel that cock in your cunt. Fuck! No one will ever know!”As I continued gently fucking into her, I thought I could feel her ever so gently fucking back.”You can’t cum in me,” she begged. “We can’t do that. You said you wouldn’t.””Only if and when you want me to,” was all I said. But I could sense her arousal was beginning to wane. “Here, let’s do this then.”I slipped my cock out of her pussy, turned her over and pulled her to her knees. I moved into position, but rather than entering her, I just let my cock rub against her wet pussy lips, and reached for her hand to place it back on her pussy where she paused, but then went back to working her clit. I fondled her pendulous tits, now much larger with gravity pulling them to their fullest. God! What wonderful nipples, what soft tits.I planted kisses on her shoulders, then her back, then on her hips and ass. But as I moved my mouth toward her thighs, she flinched forward.”No. You can’t do that to me.” Her words stopped me cold. Every part of me wanted to taste her pussy but I knew I could ruin everything if I went too far too fast. My cock had felt her cunt and wanted more. Eating her pussy could wait for another time.”Okay, okay,” I spat. “Let’s just make your pussy cum your way then! I pushed two fingers into her cunt while I reached underneath her to cup one of her tits in my hand. Stroking her nipple, I felt her hand return to her pussy. She was getting close.

Within seconds, as my fingers fucked her pussy, I sensed she was about to cum, now gasping and starting to buck. In an instant, I slammed my cock back into her pussy.”c’mon, bitch. Cum on my cock you fucking bitch. Get fucked, cunt!” this as I stroked deep into her pussy.Then she started to cum.”Oh Jesus oh God oh God oh FUCK,” she croaked as her orgasm washed over her. She was hit by spasm after spasm. I tried to match my strokes to meet each one. She was still working her pussy and trying to squeeze her free tit at the same time.Suddenly, she whirled around to face me which, of course, left me fucking air. Her fingers dipped into her pussy, apparently feeling for a load of cum. “You didn’t cum in me, did you?” You can’t cum in me!! Oh, God! What did we do? Oh, Jesus!” She was having a full-blown panic attack.”Does it look like I came?” was all I said. Her glance at my cock-still at full attention-provided her with the answer. “But you came! You really made your pussy cum! You are one hot bitch!” I whooped and pushed her down on the bed. I covered her with my body. My cock slipped back into her now-slick cunny. I started stroking. She tried again to push me off.”You can’t cum in me. Don’t!” as she tried to move out from under my cock. “I need to cum too,” was my simple statement. “Let me fuck you. I always wanted your pussy. I always wanted to fuck you.””Ben, you have to stop! You said you wouldn’t do this! We can’t fuck, don’t you see?” Her panic was returning. I continued my slow strokes in her pussy.”But you got fucked, didn’t you,” was my answer. “You got to cum. Well, I need to cum to.”

“i’ll make you cum,” she said. “But not that way. It’s not right. Please, Ben, don’t cum in me,” her voice begged, and then she started to cry.

I stopped fucking, savored the moment, then pulled my cock out of her pussy. “So what are you going to do?””Let me do it this way,” she said as she took my cock in her hand and started to jack me off. Her hand slipped easily up and down my cock, a cock lubricated with the juices of her pussy.”Not quite the same, is it?” was my sarcastic reaction. She just continued to jack me off, no doubt hoping I would cum soon and her ordeal would end. “Do you suck cock?” I asked.She stopped stroking. Silence hung in the air. Finally, she just looked at me.”This is all so wrong. How did I let this happen?” was her monotone reply. Then, coming back to the reality of my cock, she said she couldn’t suck me. She just couldn’t. I was her son.”Okay. Then here’s what we’re going to do. Let’s see you work your pussy once more until you cum. I am going to start fucking you when you cum but I promise I won’t cum in your pussy. I’ll pull out when I cum. Either that, or let me eat your pussy and i’ll just jack off. It’s your choice, mom.”She just sat there in a trance. I pushed on her shoulders until she was again lying on her back. I took her hands, placed them on her chest, and told her to play with her tits. When I prodded her with my knee, she started cupping her tits and rolling her nipples between her finger and thumb. She closed her eyes and softly moaned. I lowered my face to her pussy, dipped my tongue into her canal, then ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit. As I started to tongue her clit, she told me to wait, rolled onto her knees and said we would have to do it like we did before.

Her fingers automatically returned to her pussy. I got into position behind her, reached around and grabbed her tits. She was already getting close to cumming so I mounted her and drove my cock all the way into her cunt.”Does it feel good, bitch? Do you like getting fucked again? Are you going to cum with a cock fucking your cunt?” I punctuated each question with another deep jab into her pussy. Then I really started hunching into her-and she started cumming.”Oh God. Fuck me. I need to get fucked. I need to cuum!” was all she could say as her orgasm hit again and again and again.I was so close. I rolled her onto her back, entered her again, gave two or three more strokes, pulled out, and jacked off over her tummy and pussy hair, the first spurt actually landing on her neck and right tit. I was coming like I had never cum before. Mother just stared at my cock, absentmindedly again massaging her tits and smiling as she enjoyed her afterglow. Finally, I could cum no more. I slipped my cock back inside her, took her in my arms, and held her as we rolled onto our sides, my cum now trapped between our bodies. I kissed her deeply. And she returned the kiss as we both fell into an exhausted lovers’ sleep.

Hello ISS readers this is Raj from West Bengal.i am a frequent reader of ISS and today i am going to tell u about a true incident which i encountered. This is the encounter between myself and my maid.her name was Sufilla a muslim girl.she was 5feet 3 inches tall dark complextion but with a sexy figure with medium sized but ripe fruits. She used to work in our house for a long time and i had an eye on her beautiful assets.i always dreamed how to fuck her and how to approach.generally when she used to sweep the floor i want to peep inside har salwar and quite often i get glance of her breasts.when she washed clothes or draw water from well i used to stand back her and press her ass or touch her ass with my penis.quite often she looked at me and stare me and becomes angry for which i was never get the courage to approach. After that we were transfered to other place but we had our flat at the previous place and i used to go to my flat if i got chance and think if i can get sufilla here alone. Once my dream came true,i was walking along the road and smoking suddenly i saw a girl was walking when i went nearer i was surprised to see that she was Sufilla and again my demon woke up. I invited her in my house and said about the condition of the house and asked her to clean it.

First she asked whether my parents came or not i answered yes and she aggreed to come.she came at around 9:30 in the morning.i took her to the room and gave her the broom one bucket and a peice of cloth.she asked for my parents i said they are in neighbours house and she started working and as usaul i tried to steal glances.but once she caught me and asked me what i was looking at.by that time i became desparate enough and planned if today she doesn’t allow mw i will rape her.i told her that”main tere chuchio ko dekh raha tha mast hai maan kar raha hai daba doon” and i preesed her boobs.she screamed and said what r u doing?I said “aaj main tujhe chodunga ghar main sirf hum hai chal bistar pe garam karne k liye”.she said she will complain to my parents.at this i laughed and said u will complain when they will come her and it was my trick to bring u at my home.then i proceed towards her and caught her.she started shouting and screaming. I took a rag and closed her mouth and pressed her against the wall and started pressing her boobs.she was trying to shout but all in vain.then i took her to the bed and tried her hands and pulled her payjama down.then her salwar.now she is left with her panty and tape. After that i tore her tape and her boobs came out. Then i said her to keep quite otherwise i will call my friends and she will be gangraped.she saw that she can’t do anything i removed the rag from her mouth and undressed my self.

Then i opened her panty and now both of us were perfectly nude.she was crying and saying “mujhe chor do mujhe rape maat karo please jane do”.but i said aaj tujhe mujh se koi bacha nahi sakta bahut dino baad mauka mila hai.then i make her lay down on the bed and stated kissing her lips then gradually coming down to her breasts. Biting and pressing them she was crying and begging to leave her but i was not in the mood to let her go.then i started licking her hairy pussy and biting the vagina she started to scream and i was becoming more harder.then i took her to the bathroom and asked to take my dick in her mouth she refused and i put forcefully.now i brought a condom wore it and said to her”yeh condom hai yeh pehenkar main tujhe chodunga tab tu pregnant nahi hogi”.and i jumped on her and tried to insert the penis in her vagina which was very tight but i didn’t left hope and tried harder and with 3-4 hard strokes i am full in tearing apart her vagina and blood Started oozzing.sufilla shouted maaarrrr gayii mujhe chod diya aaaahhhhhaaaa.but i started storking like a mad dog.after 20 mins she laid down and i got up washed her vagina.now i turned her and now i am in a mood to fuck her ass.i put some oil on her Ass she said nahi mera gand mat maro aur zyada lagega and tried to run away but i again caught her and said i will fuck u in doggy style and turned her back but i inserted in her ass and she fell down and i fucked her ass for 10 mins then i washed myself and her and took her naked photographs in my mobile and saw her and said don’t try to tell anyone otherwise i will publish it and u will be in danger and asked her to come in the evening for next round and blackmailed her.whenever i visit my older place i call har by blackmailing her and fucked her hard. Then i got the chance to fuck her elder sister how i will tell in the next story.if any female from delhi and ncr r interested contact me at [email protected]. I will satisfy ur lust.

Hi iss readers i am Krathi from andhra pradesh now let me tell about your family in my family we are 4 . My mom jyothi , my father kantha rao , my sister roja pavithra and my self now let me tell about my mom . She is 42 years of age she figure is 354244 and looks so sexy . My sister roja pavithra is is 20 years of age her figure 303539 and she is also sexy . My father is postman this all started 2 months ago when i was in the holidays at my momther’s brothers house my uncle is muscelourly built his wife is sanpandhana as i was watching tv my mom told me to go shopping i and sister went to the shopping and when we came back we saw a wonderfull site (i.e) of mom and my anut are being fucked by my uncle i and my sister were shocked they forget to shut the door and they had saw us by seeing us aunt came to my sister and told that this is a family tradition and saying this she her to the saparate room but i was unmoved then my uncle to me with his corck dripping spurm and told me to go inside that my mom is waiting for me i went inside the room my mom is naked and she told me to undrees myself i did as she said and then she had touched my corck and whearther i was nerveous and i said yes then she had run she fingers onto my corck and asked how it feels

I was schoked that it feels so good .than she had showed her pussy it was covered with uncles cum . In the mean time my came in and stood behind me and she said to watch her and she bent towards mom pussy and started licking her pussy after sometime my mom had cummed on my anutys face my came to me stared kissing me with my mom cum on her face i tasted the cum it tasted so beautifull as i was kissing my aunty my came and started sucking my corck in the mean time i heard my sis screaming i was scread my aunty told that my sis is becoming a women and my aunty had slowly showed the way to my mom pussy as i was about to enter my mom pussy my sister came with all the cum on her body then my aunty started asking her how was the feeling my sis told that she told to be fucked again and my started licking my sis pussy i started fucking my mom like a animal she is enjoying it at the of cumm she had crossed her over my body and i had cummed inside her this is only the frist part you can mail me at incest _fun4ever @yahoo.co.in

Hello dosto aj may shaid 1 month k baad dobara ap sab k samnay apni 1 or real story batany ja raha hon jo k isi 1 month k duraan paesh ai hy mery sath.jis din lahore may bohet ziada sardi pari hy jab temprature -2.2 tha us raat ki baat hy k mujy anti robina nay raat k 11:30 bajy miss call di or may ny furan dekha k mery cell py is time kis ny miss call di hy.jab dekha tu anti ki miss call thi may ny furan call back ki tu pehli hi bell pay anti ny phone uthaya or kaha k kahan ho itnay dino sy tum or mayny jawab may kaha k anti daily tu ap k samny sy hi guzarta hon gali may sy tu anti ny kaha k may dosri baat ker rahi hon kia mode hy tumhara aj?May samjh giya k anti ki phudi may aj khujli hy isi liye call ki hy mayny furan han ker di k theek hy ager kaho tu may aa jata hon.anti ny kaha ok tum aram sy ander aa jana 10 minute k baad derwaza khula ho ga mery gher ka mayny pocha k gher waly kahan hain anti ny kaha k mera husband aj theek nahi hy neend ki dawai lay k soaya hoa hy muka acha hy or bachy aj oper waly room may so rahy hain aa jao.mayny juldi sy han ker di.tab may bary aram sy apny bed sy utha or aram sy drawing room sy ja k derwaza khula jo k bahir gali ki taraf khulta hy or aram sy bahir gali may ja k dekha tu gali may bilkul andhera tha kion k aj kel bohet ziada ligh jaati hy is liye.may baray aram sy dabay paon chalta hoa anti k gher k aagy pohancha tu dekha k derwaza thora sa khula hy mayny aram sy derwaza khula tu ander jaty dekha k anti sardi sy kamp rahi thi or chader uray khari thi.

Mayny us k kaan may pocha k konsy room may jana hy us nay ishara kia k samny waly room may chalo may aa rahi hon.may aram sy chalta giya or room may chala giya.anti 5minute k baad ai or chader utari jo us nay apny oper urai hoi thi tu dekha k anti kamzeez utaar k bra or shalwar may hi thi.mayny juldi sy japhi daal k lambi kiss ki or dood zor sy paker k dabay anti ny kaha insan banu bohet time hy hamary pas dil khul k aj tumhary khidmat keron gi or sath wo hansny lagi anti uthi or room k door ko look laga k mery sath singel bed py aa k late gai jahan us nay mery jaany sy pehly hi heater laga k room ko kafi garam kia hoa tha.hum dono 1 hi kambal may ghus k japhi daal k late gay thori dare baad ahista ahista mayny anti k shalwar or bra utaar di.or phudi may ungli daal k kissing shuro ki anti nay b mery trouser may haat daal k lun paker k hilana shuro kerd iya.or anti ny ahista ahista mera trouser utaar diya.phudi may ungli daal k may taiz taiz fingering ker raha tha anti is duraan 1 baar jhar chuki thi.kuch daer baad mayny apni shirt uaat di ab hum dono full nangy japhi daal k late k sex may maghan thay.itnay may door nock hoa or mery tu hosh hi uar gay may ghabra k uth k khara ho giya anti ny kaha kuch nahi hoa ghabra kion rahy ho anti uthi or door open kerny lagi mayny anti sy kaha pagel ho kion open ker rahi ho usn ay kaha aram sy betho ok kuch nahi ho ga.jab anti ny door open kia tu 1 or anti ki umer ki uraat ander aa gai may ghanbra giya k yeh kon hy jab dekha tu wo anti ki chuti sis thi jo k hamary hi area may rehti hy.wo b ander aa gai.wo mujy dekh k kehny lagi kia haal hy theek ho may samjh giy k jo yeh mery sath is tarah baat ker rahi raat k is time is ko lagta hy anti ny khud bata k bulaya hy shaid isi kaam k liye.jab mayny pocha tu pata chala k anti ka husband gher may nahi hy or bachy b apni nani k gher gay hain anti ny kaha k may ager tumhy pehly bata deti k mery sister chudwana chati hy tum sy tu shaid tum aaty na.

Mayny aagy sy kaha k yeh konsi bura maany wali baat hy balky may tu lucky hon jo 2 2 phuddian 1 sath maron ga hahahah.or sath hi derwaza open hoa tu dekha k anti ki friend jis ka naam nasreen hy wo b aa gai may is baar ghabra giya k 1 ya 2 tu theek hain ab yeh kon?Anti ny kaha k fikar na kero bus aj tumhari kher nahi or may is baar sach may ghabra giya k may kesy in teeno ko chudon ga?Kher mera lun tu 1 dam jesy ghabra k so hi giya tha kher anti robina k sister jis k gaand ka may pehly sy hi dewana tha kion k jab wo hilti thi tu us ki bund esay hal chal machati thi k mera lun bekabo ho jata tha us ki bund dekh k K or anti ki friend nasreen us k boob (mammy)itnay bary k may kehta hon pochon na yaar. Shaid hi mery 2 haaton may 1 mamma ay us ka.kher huna kia tha wo dono b ahista ahista nangi hona shuro hon gaeen.kher ab anti nay kaha k dosry room may chalty hain jahan doubel bed hy may tu ab tak ghabra raha tha k ho ga kia aj mera.dosto yakeen kero us time mery kia halat ho gi ap andaza laag sakty ho yaar…kher room may jaty hi anti robina nay kaha k pehly kis ny kerwana hy kaam apna anti ki sis boli k may tu 3rd number py keron gi kam sy kam thora time tu lagta hy 3rd time may or sath wo hans di….kher anti robina nay kaha chalo nasreen sahiba jao kero jo kerna hy ab nasreen aaty hi mera lun paker k mujy chutki kaat k keny lagi bara lun liye phirty ho dekhti hon may kitna dum hy tum may or tumhary lun may or hans di.kher mera tu lun hi khara nahi ho raha tha dosto ghabrahat ki wajah sy kher.anti robina or us ki sister pas beth k humy dkehny lagi or nareen sahiba ny mera lun haat may paker k hilana shuro kia or moo may dal liya or esay chusny lagi jesy pagel ho gai hy.kher 5 minute k baad mera jisma phir sy garam hoa or lun may kuch jaan ai or kuch wo stand hoa kher mujy b ab maza aa raha tha kher mayny socha k anti robina ko b tu may kam sy kam 2 ya 3 baar chudta hon chalo is baar 3 phudian hain 3 baar chudai tu kerny hy is liye relax ho jaon kher ab may b anti k mammy paker k dabara raha tha sath us ki khuli phudi may taiz taiz ungali ker raha tha.

Anti robina ki sis or us ki friend b shadi shuda theen.kher may sath sath nasreen ki bund may b kabhi kabhi ungli daal deta kher takreeban 10 minute k baad nasreen ny mera lun chus k chura or kaha k aa jao jany maro ab phudi or beshak meri gand jo dil chata hy kero.kher may b ab full josh may tha itnay may anti robina uth k mery pass aa gai or mera lun haat may paker k hilany lagi or mery kaan may piyar sy kaha meri kasam mujy sharminda na kerwana is ki phudi esay maro jesy meri marty ho .may samjh giya k anti apni or mery story suna chuki hy in ko.kher mayny nasreen ki bund k nichy takiya laga diya or ab us ki phudi ubhar k mery lun k samny thi mayny us ki tangen utha k hawa may sidhi uper ki taraf ker k khul k paker leen or lun ko us k haat may pakera k kaha rakho apni garam phudi pay ab may batata hon tumhy bari ai phudi merwany hahaah.kher us nay mera 6.5 lamva lun ko thuk laga k phudi k sorakh pay rakha or mayny sath hi thuk diya apna lun us ki phudi may mera adha lun us ki phudi may tha jab mayny anti robina or us ki sister ko dekha tu wo dono 1 dosry ki phudi may ungi day rahi theen yeh dekh k may or b garam ho giya or udhr taiz taiz nasreen ki phudi may lun aar paar kerny laga or nichy sy wo b sath dy rahi thi kher may kabhi kabhi pora lun bahir nikal k 1 dam sy lun phir ander daal deta jis sy nasreen hil jaati thi.kher mera lun is time full 180. K zawiye sy stand us ki phdui ki sare ker raha tha.nasreen k dood may moo may daal k sath chus raha tha jis say wo or b garam ho chuki thi or bund utha utha k merwa rahi thi.kher takreeban 8 minute mayny us ki esy phudi maari us k baad mayny usy ulty huny ko kaha or wo ghuri ban gai or mayny pichy sy us ki tanegn paker k or khuli ker di taa k us ki phudi bilkul saaf mery lun k samny khul k nazar ay…

Kher mayny 1 ungli us ki bund may di or lun thuk dia us ki phudi may ab may nichy sy us k phudi may lun taiz taiz ander bahir ker raha tha or sath us k mammy paker k taiz taiz full josh may daba raha tha or wo bar bar keh rahi thi ahista dabao plz lekin may usy keh raha tha shuk tha phudi deny ka tu ab aram sy chudwao ok.room may pachak pachak ki awazen aa rahi theen udher ab tak kai baar anti robina or us ki sis 1 dosry ki phudi chus chus k jhar chuki theen.mera lun abhi tak full josh may tha or nasreen 2 baar jhar chuki thi ab us ki phudi ki yeh halat thi ki wo thori dry ho k mery lun ko daba rahi thi ander sy kher.is sy mujy or b josh aa raha tha.sath sath may nasreen sy sexy or gandi gandi baaten poch raha tha kher Nasreen nay bataya k husband ka lun b mery size ka hy lekin us ka mota nahi itna is liye tumhara lun dalwa k maza aa raha hy bohet robina sahi kehti thi k tum sy chudwaon kisi din ab tu tumhy may bolati rahon gi aao gy na mayny kaha yeh b pochny ki baat hy janab jab kaho may hazir ho jaon ga.itny may robina nay ander sy pori takat sy lun ko or zor sy daba lia or may 1 dam dhila par giya mujy bohet maza aa raha tha us nay apni phudi ki gariftshaid kuch second esay hi rakhi phir dobara us ki phudi dhili pari tu mayny apni chudai full taiz ker di ab may b jharny wala tha may ab pori taiz speed sy us ki dry phudi maar raha tha or wo sach may ab pain feel ker rahi thi kuch dare baad mayny us k dood zor sy paker k lun pora bahir nikal nikal k ander dalna chalo kia jis ay wo or b chikny lagi kher takreeban 1 minute baad may jharny wala tha or mayny kaha nikal don kia phudi may usn ay kaha k nahi plz bahir nikalo may ny juldi sy lun abhir nikala or us nay lun moo may lay k chusna shuro kia dosto yakeen kero nasreen sari mony kha gai mery lun k or may 1 dam dhila par k us k oper hi gir giya or mery us time yeh halat thi k mujy itni sardi k musam may garmi feel ho rahi thi.kher nasreen sy anti robina nay mazak sy punjabi may pocha suna hun aram aya ..hahahhah or nasreen sy nay aagy sy kaha zalil kamini meri phudi di chatni ban gai way satya naas ho giya way mery phudi da or sath may us nay kaha k wesy lun hy kamal da …kher itnay may nasreen uthi or bathroom may jany k liye kapry pehnny lagi or may abhi tak nanga late hoa tha is time raat k 12:45 ka time ho raha tha.

Kuch dare baad anti robina uthi or mery liye garam garam dood ka glass lay k ai or sath 1 apply b.or sath wo hans k boli k abhi 1 farig hoi hy 2 baki hain.or hans di.mayny kaha k robina janu wesy jo tera maza hy na kasam sy nasreen ka nahi aya robina anti nay kaha chal koi baat nahi may tu yahan hi hon tumhary pas lekin aj in ki tasali please ker do bus beshak ager meri aj phudi na b li gai tum sy tu koi baat nahi bus ab mery sister ki tasali ker dena 1 baar mayny aagy sy kaha k mujy us ki bund bari pasand hy yaar sachi tu is pay anti ny mujy moo pay ahista sy mazak sy thpar marty hoye kaha bakwas na ker us ko mana lena or phir beshak phudi k sath 10 baar bund lena us ki.kuch dare baad dosto anti robina k sister ab mery pass aa k laet gai or mera lun ahista ahista hilany lagi ab us nay mera lun b moo may lay k khara kerna start ker diya aagy kia hoa wo may agli story may bataon ga tab tak ap sab dost apny lun ki garmi muth maar k utaar lo or jo anti or lerkian apni phudi ka paani chur chuki hain wo b kisi na kisi sy phudi mera k ya phudi may koi cheez khud daal apni phudi ki garami thandi ker len tab tak may ap k liye is story ka next part leikh don ga ok dosto tc byemera email hy [email protected]

I expected my brother soon. We had established a routine of sorts since that first time only four months ago. On Thursdays, he would come to my home very late from a regular poker game he had with his buddies. There was sure to be beer, maybe even a joint, a couple of shots, and big fat cigars. He’d be smelling of alcohol and maybe he hadn’t shaved that day, but I didn’t care. The deal was that he’d let himself in through the garage with the key I gave him and shower in the guest room downstairs before coming up to my bed.Tonight I was wide awake. I had heard him stumbling around in the dark below. I was lying in my bed curled up on my side, my face turned away from the slightly opened door. Except for a candle, the room was dark.I was only wearing a chiffon peasant blouse I had found on a shopping trip and saved for Thursdays. It was made from silk, white, with little embroidered roses along the collar. The blouse left my bottom exposed, giving my brother a great view of my white ass when he entered.

My late husband, may his soul rest in peace, thought my ass was my finest feature. He loved to grind himself against it, and I loved to grind it against him. I didn’t think it was huge, but he said it was very cheeky. He said it complemented my breasts. I thought I was flat-chested but both my husband and now my brother, Sam, loved to fondle my breasts and tweak the pink buds that were my nipples.Sam came into my room and crawled into bed behind me without saying a single word. I was as quiet and as still as a mouse. I could smell tequila on his breath and a light, citrus cologne. I lay without moving as he took his dick out of the loin cloth he wore after drying off and began to slide it up and down the crack of my bottom. I knew he was getting harder and I could feel my behind getting slicker. I imagined the juices that were now oozing from his little dick head.I shouldn’t say little dick, but blissfully Sam’s dick wasn’t huge. While I may have a nice latina ass and wide hips, I’m not a huge girl—about 5′ 6″ and skinny as a rail. I knew right away that Sam’s dick was made for what was about to happen, which I must say, prim and proper as I may appear, I really fucking love. Sam actually has a very beautiful, if not huge, dick, and being not quite 27 Sam really is quite an Adonis. He sure felt good as he began to aim for that little brown target hidden inside the crack of my backside with his arrow of sex.

Earlier this evening I had cleaned myself while relaxing in the bath, applying some oil and stretching my backdoor with a little tool I found on yet another trip. (i’ll let you guess for now which tool I bought and how I came to buy it.) I’d reapplied some lubricant when I got ready for bed.I could feel Sam’s hands separating my cheeks and the head of his dick squarely on my back hole. I loved the teasing feel just before penetration but I didn’t move or make a sound. I imagined my hole opening wide for him. I heard him sigh very deeply, and then an “oh my god” as he began to stretch open my sphincter with the tip of his dick and slide himself slowly into my rectum. Sam, bless his dear soul, would then lie quietly inside my ass as I adjusted to the feel of his tool inside me. I could feel how tremendously hard and throbbing he was, and how tremendously warm and stuffed I felt.Sam couldn’t be still for long, and he began to pump me slowly with short strokes while his hands reached under my blouse and cupped my breasts. I reached down to play with my clitoris, which was completely wet from one stroke of my finger along my slit. We stayed that way, this slightly inebriated boy curled inside his slight whore of a sister, and I remembered for an instant how we came to this point.

I lost my husband almost three years ago. We hadn’t been married long, but we managed to buy a house and he made some smart investments that kept me comfortable for the time being. I couldn’t bear to date again and most of the guys my age seemed like drunks and golddiggers to me anyway. My girlfriends were busy with their families, and after a while I felt lost and alone. I am still young and will turn 30 next month. Sam was still in college when I married, and he finished his stint in the army about six months ago.That’s when Sam came back to our town. He had his own apartment, and I tried several times to invite him over for dinner. At first he kept to himself, and he seemed just as lost and lonely as I was. One night, I was lying on the couch, watching late night tv. I had opened a bottle of red wine. I was drinking my third glass of wine, when I heard banging at the front door. I looked through the peephole, and there was his friend, Ian, propping up Sam.I tied my robe on over my nightshirt.”Sam wasn’t in any shape to drive home. Hope it’s okay to bring him here,” Ian said when I opened the door. Ian was an old friend of Sam’s and he had remembered where I lived.”Of course, it’s okay. I’m really glad you did. Thank you so much,” I said. I noticed Ian’s eyes. “Um, you need help getting him to bed or anything?” Ian asked.I thought about it. It would be good if Ian stayed with me a while, but I said, “No. Let’s leave him on the couch just as he is. I’ll cover him up and he can sleep it off on the couch.”Ian looked at me again with those eyes. I thanked Ian again, and he left.

Sam was pretty much out of it at this point but occasionally mumbled something incoherent. I managed to get his pullover off but left his t-shirt on. I took off his shoes and socks. Then I unbuttoned his belt and began to slide his pants off when I noticed he was wearing a red jock strap underneath. The tv was still on. It was the only light in the room. I slipped the pants off. I took my glass and sat in a chair next to the couch. I looked at my half-naked brother and the bulge filling the red cup for the first time in almost eight years.That was the summer before I finished college and came back home. Sam had graduated from high school, and we spent a lot of time together going to the beach or a movie and sometimes to a party. We were both single that summer, and it was nice to hang out with him.One day we were lying on the beach, just soaking up the sun. There’s something about the beach that always makes me feel randier than usual. Maybe it’s the fact that I wasn’t hardly wearing anything. The bikini top I was wearing was barely tied on, and I could feel Sam’s eyes from time to time as they tried to peek at my nipples in the loose-fitting bra. He’d avert his attention away whenever I caught him staring. The bikini bottom was small and snug in my crotch, and of course my legs were spread open to catch both the sun and the faint, cooling breeze. I was quite pleased with myself and didn’t mind exhibiting myself to even my brother. No harm, no foul.

Or maybe I felt randier than usual because this was a clothes-optional beach, and from our vantage point nestled in the dunes we could see the erstwhile hippies and other sun worshippers parading down to the surf in the buff. Let’s put it this way: some bodies are sexier than others but you have to admire anyone who’d dare stroll naked in public and their openness was pleasing.

Or maybe it was the joint Sam had brought. I hadn’t smoked more than two times in my life, but this struck me as pretty killer weed.Or maybe it was the book I was reading. My college roommate told me about it, and so I bought it. I took it to the beach, hidden in my Cosmopolitan, and discretely read it. It was about this woman whose betrothed took her to an English country mansion late one night after going to the opera. She was all decked out in a short dress and layers of petticoats. She loved this man and trusted him completely. When they arrived, two barefooted women dressed in long gowns took their coats. Two more women came into the hall, also barefooted and wearing long gowns. The man said to his fiancée, “Now, you must follow these women and you must remain silent until I whisper your name. Will you do this for me?” The woman nodded yes, smiled, and then turned to follow the two women. They took her into another large, dark room. There was no furniture except a prayer kneeler. They took off her dress and all of the petticoats. She stood there naked, and the two women began to rub oil all over her body. They put a mask on her and told her to kneel on the kneeler. When she did this, she realized that there were many more people in the room. As I read the book, I couldn’t help touching myself, especially along the inside of my upper thigh along the edge of my bikini bottom.

In the corner of my eye, I saw a twitch in Sam’s bathing suit and noticed there was a sizeable bulge in his pants. For an instant, I almost forgot he was my brother. “What are you reading, sis?” my brother asked.I knew I was caught. “It’s called, ‘The Story of Her Surrender,’” I answered, folding it face down on my tummy, covered by my magazine.”I know that book,” he said. “I saw the movie. Isn’t it pornographic?””I’m not sure I’d call it pornographic,” I replied. “It sure seems erotic, though.””I could tell it had an affect,” my brother said. He grabbed the book, and began to read it out loud.Erin could now see people emerging from the shadows of the room and forming a circle around her. She looked for Bryan, but she could not make him out from the others. Her heart was racing but she remained kneeling. Two women came forward again, dressed as before, and disassembled the kneeler so that nothing remained upon which to rest her hands. She continued to kneel upright, as a nun in church without her cowl. A masked man now took a chair in front of her. As he sat, his robe opened to reveal a red codpiece underneath.Sam continued.

When she looked into the man’s eyes, she thought she recognized Bryan but the man sternly said, “You must not look upon the eyes of anyone here.” He gestured to the two women who now stood beside him, and they took hold of Erin’s arms and laid her so that she was prostrate and naked before the robed man.”What’s a codpiece?” my brother asked when he stopped reading. His question startled me from the bold images playing in my head.”It’s like a sack for, you know, a man’s, you know” was the best I could say.”Oh, like a jock strap, like what I’m wearing under my bathing suit.””Well, yes, it must be like a jock strap” I replied, “but I think it’s more than that.””How so?””Well, for one thing they are usually worn on the outside, aren’t they? And this one’s red,” I added.My brother laughed. “Mine’s black,” he said. After a thoughtful pause he added, “And I can wear it here on the outside. It’d be like a loin cloth, and more than those men have on down there on the beach.””Oh, no, you can’t.””Oh, yes, I can. It’s more than that little piece of cloth and string you’re wearing.””I don’t want to see your ass,” I said.”I don’t want to see your ass, either, but you’ve been flashing it in front of my face all day.”

“You mean you’ve been trying to stare at it all day, you little perv.””Then we’ll be even,” he said, and with that he stood up and took off his bathing suit. He did have a black jock strap on, I couldn’t help notice. He laid back down, and I continued to read my book. The book was exciting me now more than ever, especially since my brother knew what I was reading. I must confess I felt a warm sense of arousal seeing my nearly naked brother stretched beside me and the bulge that rose from his groin. I wished I could touch it.”What are you staring at, sis?” His question brought me forward eight years. I don’t know how long I had been watching the bulge grow inside my brother’s red cup. The wine bottle was empty, and I remembered I had poured another glass. I looked into his eyes, and I realized he had been watching me for some time now”Oh, you’re awake. I was just thinking about that summer we went to the beach.””Oh, God, I think about that all the time.””You do? Like what?””I just remember we were a little stoned and it was hot and we were laying next to each other and you were practically naked.””You were, too,” I said.”And I pretended I fell asleep, but the whole time I was watching you reading and, well, let’s just say you seemed very hot.”I blushed. “What was the name of that book?” he asked.”I don’t remember,” I said. “Something about a woman being trained and having lots of sex in a castle.””It was ‘The Story of Her Surrender.’ I bought it later on. Did you ever finish it?””I stayed up all night to finish it,” I said. “How much did you see on the beach?””Enough that I had to run into the water and take care of myself.””I guessed that,” I said.

“And when I came back, I couldn’t help it. I had to see more and pretended to move my blanket into some shade, just to lay across from you.””That much I knew,” I said. “I guess I was a little excited from the book. I probably showed you too much but I didn’t care then.””I couldn’t believe it, sis. I think I actually saw you fingering yourself but, don’t get mad, a lot of it was my imagination I’m sure, and, well, I knew it was my sis and all.””I knew you were watching me,” I confessed. “I think it was exciting to know you were peeking at my, you know, so I kinda slid my bikini bottom so you could see a little more.””Well, I never forgot that. It was so beautiful and definitely exciting. I probably made myself cum three times that night thinking about it and at least once every day and night since then.””You do? You did? Wow, I didn’t know that.” I didn’t let on that I thought about that day, too, and thought about my brother as a sexy Greek god. And here he was before my eyes just like eight years ago. I said, “I wish now that I knew it made you that excited.””What difference would it make?””I don’t know, it didn’t seem so bad then. I’m not sure why it’s so bad if people get horny and just enjoy it more instead of always having to repress it. We were both old enough. I don’t see what harm there’d be to acknowledge we both like to masturbate and fantasize.””It’s my favorite pasttime.””And it would’ve been fun to see.”

“See what?””You know, you masturbating while you were peeking at me, my, you know.””Your pussy.””Yes, my pussy,” I laughed. “I can’t believe we’re talking like this. Must be the wine.””Must be the fuckin’ tequilla,” Sam said. “By the way, I’m getting a nice peek now.”Sure enough, my robe had slipped open and the nightshirt had risen up enough to show my panties. I should have closed my robe, but we were both being a little brazen and hadn’t I just preached about being adults and all? So instead I reached down to the hem of my nightshirt so I could pull it up more, just a fraction, to show my brother. It was just my panties, no big deal. I caught his eye after he peeked and I smiled to let him know it was okay. I even spread my legs open a fraction.

“That’s so nice, sis.”I spread my legs open farther. Without thinking, I slid the panties aside a fraction. But it was enough. “It’s so beautiful, sis.” I touched myself lightly along my inner thigh.”Do you remember that scene in the book where she laid on her back and her arms and legs were tied so she was spread out in front of everyone?” Sam asked.”Yes, I remember that. The people in the room spread oil all over her body and touched her everywhere they wanted.””Right. In the movie version, all the men stroked themselves over her.””Did they come?” I asked, not knowing why I was so curious. I was slowly fingering my clit now in front of my brother. I felt completely exposed and a little crazed. I knew he was watching me from the couch. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care. I wanted this more than I ever wanted anything.”Oh, yes.””Did they come at the same time?””I don’t think so. I think they came one after another.””I’d like to see that,” I said. “See what? The movie?”I hadn’t really thought about the movie. “A man stroking his dick,” I said, surprised at myself.”I know, sis.” Sam reached down and he freed his dick. It literally sprang straight up. It really was beautiful, all pink and taut. I was mesmerized by my brother’s phallus. We watched each other for several minutes. He was stroking his dick in the palm of his hand, and I was stroking my labia with my fingers. Then I felt bold. I slipped off the robe and slithered on my hands and knees over to the couch.

“Do you remember the scene where her boyfriend had a friend over to the house and the friend thought she was the maid?” I asked, looking into his eyes and taking his dick with my right hand. I placed my left hand lightly on his stomach.”She was wearing a short peasant dress, with a petticoat, and a corset, wasn’t she?” Sam said. “Yes, I remember that scene very well. Her boyfriend told her to go into the guest room, looking like that.” “Yes, but that was when she understood something new about herself. She loved her boyfriend, but she worshipped that man’s cock. It was the first time she was made subservient. It was the first time she knew she could surrender herself completely to a man.” I put the head of Sam’s dick between my lips and stroked him with my hand. I swirled my tongue around his tip and then I licked my way down his shaft, held him in my left hand as I licked the underside and kissed and nibbled his scrotum. I took off my nightshirt.”Oh, Dee,” Sam said.I played with him that way, sucking him in my mouth, fondling him, touching him all over, constantly communicating my desire for him, not just with my hands and my lips but also with my eyes and my smile, and never so vigorously to make him explode. That much I had learned from my late husband.Sam seemed to understand that this was playtime. He got up and wrestled me to the floor atop a plush blanket. He yanked my panties off and then he knelt between my legs.

“Remember the scene in the carriage?” he asked.”The rape scene?” I asked.”In the movie, there’s another woman in the carriage and they take turns pleasuring each other while the men watch.”He bent down over my pussy and kissed my clitoris. He licked the juices from inside my vagina and began to swirl his tongue around my clit, lightly tugging it and rubbing it. The wetter I got, the more he found the rawest center of my clit with his tongue. As he did so, his fingers probed inside me, slowly sliding in and out, touching me behind my clitoris until I felt my juices inside me start to flow. They flowed out of me like a stream that made my clitoris wetter as Sam continued to kiss me there, washing my labial lips, then flowing downstream across the dam of my perineum to fill the folds of my anus and flood the deep cavern between my ass cheeks. Sam continued to lick my pussy and teasingly inserted the tip of his finger into my ass. It set me on fire as he began to probe me there.

“Sam,” I said. “There’s one thing i’ve never done, and I want to now. Remember the final scene?””Yes, I do.” I was still on my back. Sam lifted me so my lap was on top of his. Sam was sitting up, rubbing my clitoris with his finger. My pussy was stretched open before him. I could feel his dick underneath me and then I felt him press the head against my anus. I wanted to scream but I gave in. The head of his dick slowly squeezed inside. At first I tightened around him. He froze and I just let myself go. I released my hold on him and let him enter me in that profane way. I pressed and his dick slid into me. I cried. “I love you, Sam.””I love you, Dee.”And then we both went wild. I started bucking up and down on him, controlling the movement. “Oh, God,” I cried. “You’re fucking my asshole, brother. I fucking love you fucking my asshole, Sam.”

Thanx to all iss readers for showin int in my stories………….

Now let me tell u my new story….

I was a tenant of a single room above a house….. in a house next to the house in which i was a tenant was a family in the first floor…. so my room n their house were at first floor…..

There were only 3 in that family….. a couple, with their daughter…… the daughter was 18 n was a student in the nearby coll…. both of her parents were workin…..

She used to come home at around 2:30 n her parents only at 7pm….. her room was towards my room n it had had a window towards my room …. Even my room had a window oppsite to hers……This gave me an oppurtunity to see her whenever the curtains were open and she was in the room…..

I was attracted by her when i saw her for the first time…. n i always wanted to talk with her… but she feared talkin to guyz….. many times i tried to talk with her but she was hesitating….. But she slowly started talkin to me as she was alone at home after she would return home…….

Slowly we started talkin like frns……We always talked through the windows….

Let me tell her abt her….. she was 5′ 8” good complexion with good figure …What always attracted me was her firm round boobs inside the tight ts and t tops she always wore…

One day she was at home when iwas wearing my dress after the bath n saw me naked…. It came to my notice that she was lookin at me n i pretended like not noticing her n delayed wearing my clothes so that she can see me for longer…… After i wore my dress n turned around she was pretendin like nothin has happened….. This happened quite a number of times as i did it intentionaly….. N both pretendended like nothing was happenin…..

One day she came at 11.30pm from her coll. And i was at my room she called me and said her computer had some problem n askd me to check it… And i went to her house…. She opened the door for me n took me to her room wher the computer was… She was wearin a low waist tight jeans n a short top with broad neck wich was revealing the line between her boobs…. As i was sittin on the chair…… She was standin at my back n bent around me to show me wat was the problem in the computer her boobs were pressed against my back n i was enjoyin it … She was not wearing a bra n i was feeling her nipples…. i noticed her pressin them intensionaly against me …… I was turning on n my dick was slowly hardening….But i was actin like lookin at the computer…..

Suddenly she went inside to get me some softdrinks n i noticed some erotic pictures in the computer when she was in….. Now she brought the softdrinks in a big glass and she intentionaly spilled it on me as if it was by mistake…… She apologized n started cleaning my shirt n she was gently rubbin my chest n body while cleanin…..My dick hardened fully by now …. She removed my shirt and said she would wash it even when i said that was ok…… She now moved towards my pant on which also the drink was spilled…. She started rubbing my penis over my pant but she was actin as if she was cleaning….. I was totally enjoyin the act n did not resist her……She slowly started removin my pants n i did not resist her as i was completely out of control……………….

She took it in her hands.. n started rubbin it gently…. later she took it in her mouth n swallowed it to the fullest extent possible….. ahh… aah… I was makin sonds as she was doin it……… I took her to the bed… she started kissin me allover madly…. I slowly removed her clothes n we were both comletely naked… i took her face in my palms n kissed her lips n played with her tounge….this continued for a few mins… then istarted moving down lickin her soft body…. she was enjoying it like anythin and was rubbin her boobs….. now i moved to her boobs… wow it was really like i was in a heaven…. i started lickin her boobs and she was moanin ammm…. ahhhhh.. ammmm…. i sarted squezing her boobs… the noise increased…it was encouraging me to do more…. after enough of playin with her boobs …. she asked me to boob fuck her…..

She took my penis between her boobs… n pressed them hard against mine… i starded movin it to and fro… she started “ahh… yaaa… ya…. make it fast…..make it fast…. aahhh…ahhh…. i want more…more…. ahh.. yaaa….aahhhh…… n when i was cumming she swallowed every drop of it……

Now i moved towards her cleanly shaven part kissin her thighs…..

i started playing with her vaginal lips using my tounge and swallowed the salty juice…. she asked ” plz insert me i cant wait…plzzzz…”

i delayed insertin intentionaly as i wanted her to go wild….. now i slowly inserted aaaahhhhhhhhhhh…….. was the noise n i started movin it to n fro slowly….. aahhh…. aammmmm…. aahhh….mmm….aaahhh…. this noise made me go on for more… i increased the speed n the noise got doubled….. she was sayin ” plzz do it more…. aaahhhh…. plzz dont stop …make it more….aaaahhhh….aaammmm….. plzzz…..” n iwhen i wanted to climax… she made it to fall on her boobs and rubbed it all over her body….. n she started kissin my lips… n i lifted her to the bathroom n started bathin together under the shower…. we tried some position under the shower n came out of the room…. she laid on the bed without dryin her body…. i sucked every droplet of water on her body… she enjoyed it a lot…. she turned on completely again….. we tried with to more positions… later she thanked me for that wonderful experience….n i kissed her goodbye promisin more such experiences in future……

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I am sending you one of my many fantasies regarding my sister which runs something like this. I am 23 yrs old now and my sister Shikha is 25 yrs old{married now and mother of 6 months old baby}. Around three yrs back we had to go to attend the marriage ceremony of a relative. Our parents had gone out of station so only me and Shikha had gone to attend the wedding. On our way back to our home it was pretty late and it was raining insistently because of which the train services were hit badly and trains were running very late about 2-3 hours late. When we reached the station to take a train it was already 12-30a.m. And the platform wore a deserted look. But we had no option than to travel by the train when it arrived. The coach in which we got in was almost empty except for 5-6 young TAPORI looking chaps. My sister on that day was wearing a very bright red colored silk sawar kamiz which had become transparent due to being wet. It had become so transparent that even her white lacy brassier could be clearly seen through the wet fabric of her kamiz.

Although she had covered her front properly with her dupatta but still her breasts were so large that their outline could be clearly felt and seen through the thin duppatta which was of practically no use to hide such mammoth breasts of her. I was then feeling angry at her for wearing so thin and provocative dress but I could do nothing to stop those guys from ogling at her and talking among themselves in low whispers about her. I can think very easily what they must be talking about her. Soon after starting from station the train stopped mid-way due to some technical snag. It came to a complete stand still in the mid way. This it seems gave some courage to those chaps who started passing comments on my sister boldly and loudly. Initially the comments were not very vulgar like ‘hai kya mal hai mil jaye to maza aajaye they started talking about the physical features of Shikha, like one said to other “arre dekh to kya joban hai iska dupatte se bhi bahar nikalne ko betab hai, kash yeh mal ek bar, sirf ek bar dupatte ko hata ker apna ufanta hua joban dikha de to main jindagi bhar iski ghulami karoonga” . The other one said “are iske joban hi kya iski pichhadi dekhi thi kya kash ek bar iski pichhadi pe …lagake ragadne ko mil jaye to main to waise hi pani chhod dunga”.

Third guy very cheerfully informed their friends very loudly arre tum log to sirf baat hi karte rah jaoge per maine to train main chadte waqt iski PACHHADI pe hath fira diya tha,hai kya makhhan ke jaisi soft hai iski gaand maja aagaya.to this all his frnd started yelling hai kya luck hai tera la tere hath to de chalo usiki pappi le lete haiin saying so all started kissing his hands showing me and my sister. I pretend not to listen though was getting angry and began to blush. They continued passing comments among themselves and their vulgarity went on increasing in a provocative way. At one stage I heard one of them saying that on a rainy night I have a good and very sexy partner to fuck all night long. A mast MAL whose nude body would remove all the exhaustions. Others laughed in the most vulgar manner. I was unable to control my anger any more and asked them to mind their language. They asked me to put cotton in my ears if I was not liking it and I didn’t want to hear what they were saying.

Shikha gestured me not to enter into a quarrel with them. At this one of them remarked that she was enjoying their comments. He was saying lagta hai isko bhi maza aa raha hai tabhi to apne yaar ko chup rahne ko bol rahi hai sun ke isko bhi is thande mausam me garmi mil rahi hai. The other one was very prompt to add hai meri rani are humse nahi to kum se kum apne yaar se to chipak ke dikha jara hum bhi apni aankhe sek le is nazare ko dekf kar. My sister whispered in my ears not to get angry as it was by now very evident that they were trying to provoke me to enter in fight with them and thereby a chance To further their advances. Realising their nature I decided to remain calm and change the coach at the next station. Thier was no sign of train starting and i wanted to change the compartment so badly but could not do so because the train was standing over a bridge.it seems even they also knew it and were trying to make the most of the available opportunity.suddenly they started provoking me directly saying that a girl who travels so late in the night must not be someone from a decent family and she must be a whore. As i kept quite despite the provocations, they became desperate and commented that I was keeping silence to preserve my energy for the night so that I can thoroughly fuck her choot and gand in the night. One of them went on to saying ‘arre yaar aisa maal mere sath hota to mai to usko lekar bahar jata hi nahi ghar mein hi chodta rehta aur mere doston ki bhi davat karta kyonki ye ladki to sirf ek lund se satisfy hone wali nahi hain phir kyon nahi dosto ko bhi aish karaya jaye.then he directly told me ‘kyon be chikne arre ek bar chadne de na iske upar dekh tere ko main 2000 doonga.hai kya maal hai teri girlfriend.’the second was very prompt to add sub 2-2000 denge dekh tere ko ek raat mein 12000 ki kamayi ho jayegi aur is randi ko bhi 6-6 lund khane ko mil jayenge. Now this was too much to tolerate.

I caught the chap by his collar and pulled him roughly towards me. My sister was trying to stop me saying chhod do jane do bhai inse lafda mat karo yeh to goonde mawali log hain inke kya mooh lagte ho.but i was not ready to listen her and started hitting him on his face saying sale kutte meri behan ke baare mein aisi gandi baat bolta hain tujhe mein mar daloonga. But suddenly he bent and caught my balls/testicles and I screamed due to the immense pain. His hand was between my groins and he squeezed my testes with such pressure that I fell on the ground. The man got on me, put me under his legs while his hands still holding my balls. I was unable to move. My sister was coming to my rescue but at his gesture the others caught her and in front of me began to explore and caress her maiden body. She screamed in fear while I looked helplessly. Luckily the train started. But due to water clogged tracks it was moving very slowly. This increased their desperation to enjoy my sisters body as much as possible. They started pinching, caressing and licking every bare part of her body and were talking among themselves like hai kya ball hai iske, dekh tu bhi to daba ke dekh kya solid item hai hai aise ball kabhi dabane ko mile the kya tere ko.they were paying maximum attention towards her boobs and her ass. The other guy said hai pehle to sirf hath hi phiraya tha iski gand per hai ab to lund bhi ragadoong kya gand hai iski saying so he unzipped his fly and took out his fully erect 7″prick out and started rubbing on my sisters ass.seeing this all of them unzipped their fly and took their pricks out and started rubbing on her choot and gand.

One fellow had opened the nada of her salwar and was trying to put his fingers in her panty to play with my sisters choot. Although my sister tried to scream for help but they gagged her mouth with her dupatta and doing whatever they could do. Suddenly her salwar fell on the ground and they pulled her panty down and my sister was standing almost nude{so far as her choot is concerned}.they started yelling in pleasure and were taking turns in rubbing and fingering her choot. The guy who was sitting atop me suddenly took out knife from his pocket and got up from me saying ‘dekh chikne jyada awaz karega to yahi teri behan ko kat ke track per phek denge isliye chup chap baitha reh aur dekhta reh.agar hila to isi chaku se teri behan ki choot phad kar rakh doonga samjha na?Looking in his eyes I understood he is very capable of doing what he is saying. So I had to keep sitting there and watch helplessly. Seeing me quite he very vulgarly said ‘agar tera lund khada ho gaya hai to aaja tu bhi hath saf karle munna,aisa Mauka bar-bar nahi milta hain.kya maal hai teri behana ,kasam se agar aisi meri behan hoti to sali ko jawan hone se pehle hi chod dalta.kya ghar ka mal ghar mein hi rehna chahiye na.nahi to bahar wale maja lootenge usse.’ my sister was now sobbing due to humiliation that she was receiving at the hands of these ruffians. But she was also as helpless as I was. The group leader went there and he also started molesting my sister along with his freinds. Suddenly he tore my sisters kamiz with his knife as a result her kamiz hung open on her body and her brassier was also cut by him and now both her boobs sprang free as if two very cute KABUTARS have come out of their cage. To my surprise I noticed that her nipples were so erect like a bullet. Even the leader of the guys also noticed it and said “dekho sali randi ko maza aa raha hai to bhi nakhara kar arhi hai dekh be chhotu sali ke ball aur nipple dekh kaise kadak ho gaye hai” i noticed that my sister was not screaming any more but she was moaning in low tones and looking at her boobs even i started having a different feeling for her.

A feeling which i am dying of shame to admit but still I must admit that I was feeling horny looking at the boobs of my sister. One of those guys said “abe chutiye hum logo ko thanks bol ki tere ko itni mast aur jawan ladki ke ball dikha rahe hain,le tere ko aaker dabane ka man hai to le daba le hum na nahi bolenge.chal le maza ker le beta,barish ka mausam hai thoda tu bhi garam ho ja aa tu bhi behanchod ban ja” I was lying there helplessly but was having a great desire to go there and touch my sisters boobs which were so cute and big like rajapuri mangoes.i admitted in my heart that these loafers were not very wrong at wanting to touch, press and have fun with my sister. Because she is a sex-goddess. Anybody would go crazy after her. I despite being her real brother was finding it difficult to control my desires and was having a great erection which was becoming more and more prominent with every passing moment.

Although they were too busy to note that. At last the train started touching the outer edge of the platform and seeing this one of them shouted “train has reached the platform lets get away from here” and they all gave her a final squeeze or rubbing and got down from the moving train and vanished in the dark of the night. I got up from my place and went to my sister and told her to stop crying{although she was hardly crying then} and cover herself with her dupatta. She tied her dupatta with the help of safety-pins. So at least now she was covered to some extent. I told her that she need not tell about this to anyone as what had happened was just an accident and there was no fault of ours. She just nodded her head-on the way back to our home I was finding it difficult to not to look at my sister as still a fair portion of her boobs was visible through the thin dupatta. I wanted to feel those boobs so badly. But couldnt do anything then. I decided in my mind that some day I am going to enjoy this sex-goddess although she is my sister. I am not going to spare her. I will definitely fuck her with my mighty Lund. And I did it. But how I did it I will tell you in the second part. Bye till then. Hope you have enjoyed it.

We reached home at around 11.30, I was little bit injured she ask me are u ok I told him IM fine u told how u feel know, main langda ke chal raha tha as these goons punch on my testicle & penis , araan I think u have severe pain, this all beceuse of me please dont held responsible your self it was accident & it could happen with any body how u responsible for that, I ask her they also assault you I ask her tumhari chot kaisi hai she say IM fine maine kaha dikho na I remember goons put knife on Shikha peeth for cut his bra, maine uski peeth kee taraf kiya uska kurta peeth se bleeding ho rahi thee. OH! Its bleeding yaar, i take first aid box & told Shikha to sleep on bed aur kurta utar do main wahan par Ointment laga deta hoon. Its ok Aryan I will take care of that wound, no Shikha tumhara haath wahan tak nahin jayega, I insist him to uncovered he r kurta, woh sharma rahi thee, chalo main peeth kar leta hoon tum apna kurta utar do , nahin, dekho tumhe bleeding ho rahi hai, aur mere se kya sharma rahi hi ho maine to vaise bhee sabhee kuch dekh liya hai. Meri jid ke aage usne apna kurta utar diya aur bed par let gayi, hai what a marvelous peeth of Shikha maine juldi se detoll se ghaav ko saaf kiya aur davai laga kar us par bandaid laga diya, phir maine use seedhe hone ko kaha woh mana karne lagi, nahi please aryan, maine kaha ek baar dikha to do, un gundo ne wahan bhee chaaku rakha tha wo boli, wahan par halki si kharonch hai nothing to worry, I ask her know u feel better, I give her one glass of water & ask her to be relaxed. Shikha: Aryan un logo ne tumhare yahaan(usne mer lund ki taraf ishara kiya) mara tha, how u feel, I told him its fine, nahin -2 dikho na , are nahin main theek hoon, After seeing her boobs I was horny, I dont know what to do, I told him pl. Dont bother about me IM fine, she insist me to show her testicles, I told her, how I bcom naked in front of you,

Shikha: Jab main ho sakti hoon to tum kyon nahin.

Main chup ho gaya, actually I bcom horny she unbotton my bottom & tk a dik in her hand vo khasda tha.

Shikha: Are ise kya ho gaya

Woh sharma gayi thee.

Uske haath kaampne lage, bhai wht hpn to this

Main chup tha,samaj nahin aa raha tha kiya react karoon, mera lund 90% par tha, main apne ko kaboo nahi rakh paa raha tha, samne mere sexy choot baithee thee, mujse raha nahin gaya, maine shikka ke boobs par haath pher diya, woh chonk gayi,

Shi: Hia bhai kya kar rahe ho, pl aisa kuch mat karo

I: Dekho main kya boloun, Shikha I dont no wht hpn to mebut IM very horny & U hv to help me these ruffies are telling right. If they have sisi like u they will fduck her day night, as they have dont, but If I have so pl let me do wht they say.

Shi: Oh un gundon kee baat ka itna asar ho gaya tum pe, how its possible we are bro sis.

I: kya hota agar woh tumhe chod dete mujhe maar dete tabh ise samhal ke rakht we both have new life so enjoy it.

Mera bura haal ho raha tha mere se nahi raha gaya maine Shikha ko jabardusti pakad liya aur uskee chuchion ko bethasaa chumne laga, Shikha kee bhee sansein tez-2 chalna lagi, hai kya pyari chuchian thi Shikha kee, I have no words to discribe, Neha ka badan sacmuch chandi jaisa tha, kele ke tane jaisee chikni uskee jhanjhe, sali aisi choot ghar main ho aur main pareshaan rahoon, bahut beinsafee hai ye.

Shikha: Hai bhai pls mat karao.

Mian: Sali chup ho ja nahin to, aaj un gundoan se chud jaati to tujhe maza aata sali chut ko chaaku se phaad rahe the aur mere lund main kya kante lage hain.

Force fully I catch her boobs aur unhain bethassa chumne laga, now she is moaming Bhiya pls. Ye kya kar rahe ho, i realised her boobs also become hard, i know now she is become horny,maine use bed par seedha kiya, uskee aahoan ne mujhe aur pagal kar diya, sala main kitna chutia tha itni must choot ghar main aur main paresshan.Shikha today u will take my huge cock , no bro. Pls abhi bhee samajh jaoo, sali tujhe maza aa raha hai aur nakhre kar rahi hai, itni pyari choot ko bahar wale chodein, aur main pareshaan rahoon, meri pyari choot tujhe to main pregnant karoona & u will bear my child, main sach much har rishta bhool gaya tha, sahi main Shikha thee bhee itni pyari, mera lund uskee janghoon ke aas paas khel raha tha, Shikha abhi bhee pura cooperate nahi kar rahi thee, lekin main pura man bana chuka tha, maine lund le ke Shikha ke chut ke muhane par tikaya, hai,lund bhee nayee chut ko pa kar gud=gud ho gaya, ek jhatke main mera 1/2 lund uskee choot main chala gaya, Shikha pls nilaaal…. Lo phat jayegi….. Maine kaha lund se chhot phatne lagi to duniya kee sabhi aurtain mar jayengi, kyonki sabhi kabhi na kabji kisi na kisi ka luna to leti hee hain, itna kaha kar maine dhakee dena shuru kar diya, Shikha bhee pure rang main rang gayi, h..a…i b..h…a….ai kitna maza aa raha hai, Thx to those gundas aaj unkee he badolat itna pyara apne bhai ka laura mila hai, hai bhai jum ke chodo… Bada he maza aa raha hai HI raja baja de mera baza