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Hello all ISS fans. This is Abhishek Singh, a 18 years old boy from Delhi. I have written many stories in ISS from past one year. But from few weeks I have been quite for some personal reasons. But know there will be some blast from the past by me. Now I will write only insect stories in ISS and I am sure that u will enjoy too much. This story starts from here’s a kid I had always had the fantasy of my cousin Joy, that was a year older. Now, at fifty and having fantasized for all these years, was my cousin taking my cock down her throat. Looking down at her kneeling in front of me I could see her breasts and hard nipples her mouth working the head of my cock and her fist moving faster and faster along the shaft. “Ohhhh…. Damnnnn.. Fuckkkkkk..” I felt it begin deep in my belly and travel through my balls. Joy felt it moving up the shaft and leaned back. “Yes that’s it put it all over my tits!”

“AHHHH….AHHHGGGG….” Three loads splashed over her breasts and ran down over them. I watched her fist and the cum erupt from my cock!

“Oh it’s so hot….feels so good…” Taking my balls in her hand she squeezed gently, her other hand continuing to jack me off.

“OHHHFUCKKK….” I watched as she leaned forward and took my still spasming cock between her lips. Her head bobbed up and down over the tip of my cock, her hand slapping against her lips as she continued jerking me. “ohhhgawddd… Ohhhdamnnn…” My cock began to soften as I expelled the last of my load. Still holding my cock Joy looked up at me. “You taste good!” Standing up she pressed her cum covered breasts against my bare chest. Putting her lips to mine, her tongue probed and entered my mouth. I could taste the remnants of my cum, it wasn’t bad tasting and only increased my lust. I returned the kiss and let my hands move slowly down her back and under the elastic waistband of her panties. I pushed them over her hips and turned her back towards her bed.

“Wha…what-t-t are you…” Joy looked at me wide-eyed as I knelt between her thighs.

My tongue circled her hard clit and traveled down the length of her slit. I felt the hairs tickle my lips as I moved lower, my tongue just barely within the outer lips. My mouth savored her juices. I pulled away, slightly, and using my thumb ran along the slit and lightly over the tip of her clit. “Joy, I’ve waited for so many years. You cannot even begin to understand how many nights I’ve masturbated thinking of providing you pleasure.” Again my tongue began dancing along her slit. Pressing her legs back my tongue traveled lower and pausing I looked at the tightly puckered tight hole before me. Tensing my tongue I pressed forward and felt it break the barrier of her ass. The taste was exquisite!

“Oh…ohhh…OHHH-H-H-H…” Joy tried to pull away at the intrusion but then her hips pressed back towards my darting tongue. Using her sweet juices I continued to tongue fuck her, then slowly I moved back up along her slit and sucked her hard clit between my lips. “Uggghhh…ohhh-h-h-h-H-H-H…” Taking my middle finger I pushed against her hole and felt the outer muscle expand and allow me entry. I pressed deeper and deeper until I was completely buried. “OHHHHHHAAAHHHH…” She began humping against my finger, her thighs clasped my head tightly as I sucked and flicked her clit. “Oh Gawd… OH GAWD… OH FUCKKKKK-K-K-K!!!!” She screamed as her orgasm overtook her.

As the reality hit me of my fantasy finally coming true, that as I was going down on her, I realized that I had my fist wrapped around my hard rod and pumping it. I didn’t want to cum this way…NOT NOW!…I wanted to bury myself in her hot flowing cunt! It was too late, I was past the point of return. “ugggggggggggg…” Cum blasted from my balls. The feeling was so intense I thought I would pass out.

“YES…Let it go! Shoot it! Empty you’re cum down my throat!”

“Huh? AHHH……Damn! What?!?!…” I opened my eyes, the bedcovers down around my ankles. Sandy, my wife on her knees, jerked my cock and was taking each load into her open waiting mouth. I knew then that I had just been dreaming, but what a way to wake up! “OHGAWD! I can’t stop-p-p-p…” Spurt after spurt went into her mouth and I watched her swallow until I was empty, as my cock began to soften her gently cleaned the head.

Looking up at me she smiled. “You were dreaming again about doing your cousin, weren’t you?”

“Yeh…I was…”

Holding my cock she slid up beside me and pressed her lips to mine. I could taste my seed on her lips, not unpleasant but rather erotic. She broke our kiss and laid her head on my shoulder. “Go back to sleep, it’s only 3am. We’ll talk in the morning.” I only nodded I drifted off to sleep, thinking to myself how lucky I was to have a wife that was so understanding and enjoyed fantasy. When first married we had enjoyed the ‘company’ of friends, but then along came children and all those normal things that accompany marriage. Now with the kids being off and gone now for a few years, we hadn’t found any ‘new friends’ but our fantasies were a part of our lovemaking. I had shared my fantasy of my cousin with Sandy years earlier, and she always found it erotic. It was during this time that periodically she would ‘role play’ the part of Joy, or participate by telling me what I would do to Joy when I had the chance. All the while stroking me with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other.

“So did you sleep well for the rest of the night?” Sandy stood at the kitchen sink in her old robe pouring coffee while I sat at the table sipping mine.

I smiled. “Yes, I slept like a baby.” I felt my cock begin to stir as I thought back to the dream and opening my eyes to see Sandy stroking and sucking my hard cock. I moved slightly in the chair and the tip poked out the opening as it continued to grow hard.

“I didn’t know for sure what you were dreaming. That is until you moaned and mentioned Joy’s name.” Sandy had turned and was leaning against the kitchen counter as she spoke. Her robe had opened slightly and it was open exposing just the area between her full breasts, down past her belly button and then onto the thick patch of dark hair between her thighs. “It really excited me to see you cum like that, and I was able to enjoy your full load. After you went to sleep I had to get myself off. I was really fucking horny!” She smiled knowing that I loved watching her masturbate. “Now that’s something that should keep you going until you get to your motel tonight.” She giggled. I own a small construction company with a crew of ten guys, while Sandy has her own little computer-programming firm that consisted of herself and two other women. I was leaving that morning to bid a project in a city about 100 miles from us so was going to be gone a few days. We were in our bedroom getting dressed, and I had just finished getting my bag packed when Sandy stepped out of the bathroom. “You know what you should do? Since Joy lives there you should stop and visit her.” She got a twinkle in her eye. “Maybe your fantasy will come true.” I laughed. “I doubt that, but maybe I will give her a call and take her out to dinner or something.” Then I looked at her seriously. “Besides if my fantasy did come true I worry about how you would feel about it.”

She walked over to me and kissed me on the lips. “I’d probably jack myself off into oblivion!” She went back to her vanity and finished putting her jewelry on. “You should invite her to dinner though Jon, after all she is your cousin.” I didn’t talk much with Joy, as it was Sandy who was really closer to her. They would get on the phone and talk usually every week or two. I never paid much attention to their conversations, but Sandy would share them with me from time to time. Joy would relate to Sandy her relationships with other guys, who were mostly losers, and she always seemed to end up getting hurt. From what she would tell Sandy though gave great stories for our fantasy life. Joy would share, in detail, everything that went on with her various boyfriends. Sandy would relay them on to me, and if only a part of what she told was partially true, Joy was very uninhibited! I stopped and picked up the updated blueprints and then checked into my motel. Setting up my laptop and rolling out the prints on the bed I started refiguring costs. My mind kept going back to what Sandy had said and my cock would begin to rise in my pants. I forced myself to concentrate on this bid as it was a moneymaker if I got it. I would allow myself the fantasy of Joy later, and maybe call Sandy and have some phone sex.

I finally decided to take a break, and as I had noticed there was a lounge decided to go down and have a drink. As I sat sipping my drink I thought ‘why not’ give Joy a call. If nothing else having some company for dinner would be enjoyable. Taking my cell phone I punched in Joy’s phone number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Joy, this is Jon..”

“Well hey stranger! What you up too?”

“Actually I’m right here in town for a few days. I have to bid a project, so got a room here at the Courtyard. Sandy told me to give you a call…so here’s my call.” I laughed. “Wondered if maybe you would like to go to dinner?”

“Sandy called me this morning and said you were going to be in town.” I could hear the smile on her face. “I’m glad you called. Sure I’d love to have dinner, I don’t have anything going on the rest of the week. I just got back from my vacation in Florida yesterday and don’t have to go to work until next Monday!”

“Florida! Damn, that’s great! They say the food is pretty good here, so you want to meet me here about 7? I have a little more work to do, but I’ll make a reservation and meet you then.” It was true that I still had a few things to do, but glancing at my watch it was already 5 and I wanted to shave and get cleaned up.

“Hey! That’s sounds like a deal!” She actually sounded excited about having dinner. “Your not all that far from me so I’ll see you at seven.”

We chatted for a few minutes and I motioned to the bartender for another drink, then asked if he could get me a reservation. He nodded and picked up the house phone while Joy and I talked. He came back a few minutes later and said the only table available would be here in the lounge. I told Joy what was going on, and she didn’t have any problem with that, so we hung up and agreed to meet around seven. I went back up to my room and shaved then hopped in the shower. I found a nice pair of slacks and button shirt, but bypassed a tie. It was only a little after six, but I went ahead to the lounge, had a couple drinks and BS’d with the bartender until I saw Joy walking in. I turned and watched her come into the lounge, and there was no doubt she had been vacationing, even in a blouse and slacks you could tell she was tanned! She was still the same Joy I remembered, and for a woman that was a year older than me she looked fifteen years younger! Her hair was still a medium brown but it was highlighted and fell just below her ears. Still the same bright smile and brown eyes that twinkled when she grinned. She wore a sheer frilly white blouse and as she got closer I could see, in the dim lights of the lounge, what looked like one of those Victoria Secret push up bras you see in catalogs. The thought that went through my mind was she looked like a mature version of Catherine Bell from JAG. I felt my cock stir in my slacks as she approached, along with the last thing Sandy had said before I left, which that I tried to dismiss from my mind.

“Hey cuz!” Joy opened her arms for a hug and I stepped down off the barstool. “It’s great to see you! You’re still the handsome man!”

I laughed and hugged her. “Hey Joy! I’m not that handsome but you’ve always been prejudice!” I felt her breasts mash against my chest, and could have swore she pressed her crotch to mine! “It’s good to see you…you’re looking great!” I stepped back and saw the waitress standing by our table. Taking Joy’s hand we went over and I held the chair for her, and as she sat down I saw that there was no back clasp on her bra, nor was there a panty line as her slacks stretched over her attractive rounded ass. As I sat down across from her I mentally slapped myself for the thoughts! I kept trying to stop the memory of what Sandy had said, but they just wouldn’t go away! Damn, I wondered what she looked like naked! AND I wanted my cock in her cunt!

“So it looks like you are a couple drinks ahead of me. Should we have another or if you want I’m ready to order.”

“Huh? Uh! Oh…” Joy snapped me back to reality. “Yes, I’ve had a couple. Sorry.” I smiled weakly.

“It’s ok, but if you weren’t my cousin I’d call a cop for your lecherous stare.” Joy laughed and her eyes sparkled. “Didn’t mean to stare, but you really look great! That’s meant as a compliment too!” She nodded her acceptance. “Let’s order and then we can visit.” Again Joy nodded as I caught the attention of the waitress. We visited all through dinner, and caught up on all the things that we hadn’t talked about in years. Following dinner we had coffee and then had a bottle of wine, and continued to visit. Joy stifled a yawn and looking at the clock I saw that it was after ten! “Jeez, I’m sorry! Guess I forgot time, you must be getting tired and bored.” I apologized and signaled for the check. “No, I’m sorry but this chair isn’t the most comfortable, but I’ve really been enjoying reminiscing.” Joy blushed and smiled apologetically. “Can’t we just get another bottle of wine and go up to your room and relax? I’m really enjoying your company.”

“Well sure, we can do that. This has been fun.” I wasn’t lying, as it had been really enjoyable just relaxing and chatting. I took care of the bill and the bar tab, along with an extra bottle of Chianti, we walked down to my room. As we walked in Joy kicked off her shoes and stood for a moment wiggling her toes inside her pantyhose. “OH that feels good! Old age sucks sometimes, ya know? It just feels good to wiggle your toes.” I had to laugh! “Yeh, it sure does. The old bones just aren’t what they used to be. These chairs are a little better, make you comfortable and I’ll get this wine open.”

“Jon? Can I use the ‘little girl’s room’?” I smiled and nodded towards the bathroom door.

“Here you go.” I handed Joy her glass of wine as she sat down. We both sat quietly for a few moments. She seemed to be deep in thought, or possibly I thought to myself, maybe it’s being alone in a motel room with me. I did notice she had taken her jacket off and tossed it on the bed so I now had a perfect view of her frilly push up bra. I would have loved to have something happen, but it had been a really enjoyable evening and I really didn’t want to ruin it. I looked over at her and held up my glass. “Cheers and a penny for your thoughts.” I smiled. She grinned at me and drank to my toast. “I was just thinking back to when we were kids, and those stupid birthday parties my parents always had for me. Remember them?” She shuddered and giggled. “Damn I dreaded those things!” I laughed. Oh yeh, I remembered them all right! My parents would take me over every year and it was miserable! All of Joy’s little girl friends, eight or ten of them, and then me and my best friend. What fun that was Greg and I would have preferred playing cowboys and Indians but always got dragged to those bday parties! All those little giggling girls and the two of us…NOW if it would have been later teens it would have been a different story! (big lecherous grin).

“Mom and Dad always had to have a party for me.” She laughed. “Do you remember, I think it was my twelfth birthday, and we were behind the house by the little creek and one of my girlfriends dared you to kiss me?”

“Ah, not really…” Hell, I had no recollection whatsoever!

“I’ve never forgotten that. For only 11 years old you were one hell of a kisser!” Joy laughed and pulled her feet up under her in the chair. That was the first I had noticed her feet were bare. Had she taken off her panty hose when she was in the bathroom?

Thanks, I guess…” I had to smile thinking that she could remember that. “Sandy says I’m a good kisser, so I must have come by it naturally!” We both laughed at that.

“Sandy has told me that.” She looked over at me and drained the last of her wine and held it towards me. “She says you are the best.”

“Thank you for the compliment…I think.” Taking her glass I went over and refilled her glass. With my back to her I felt her hands touch my sides and turned around.

She looked up at me. “Kiss me again,” and took my face in her hands, pulling me towards her. I kissed her lightly, just as you would normally kiss a relative, but holding my cheeks firmly she forced her tongue between my lips. It was like a fire was lit! I took her in my arms and returned her kiss, our tongues fighting in one another’s mouths! Her breasts pressed against my chest and I couldn’t deny the fact that they felt fantastic! I didn’t know where this would go or what would happen, but at the moment every fantasy was coming true! She held my face and looked into my eyes. “I have wanted you since that day almost 40 years ago, and as I grew older it never changed. I have wanted you more!” Joy stepped back and began unbuttoning her blouse until she shrugged it off her shoulders and stood before me with that beautiful bra holding her breasts. I finally, somewhat, came to my senses. “Joy, I can’t deny that it’s been fantasy, but I love Sandy…” She pressed her fingers to my lips stopping me. “I know, and Sandy knows.” My breath caught in my throat! “I also know about what you two used to do years ago.” She found the buttons on my shirt and began undoing them. Stopping she put her hands flat against my bare chest and looked up at me. “Jon, she and I have talked many times about your fantasy, and Sandy knows it has been my fantasy also.” She pushed my shirt off my shoulders and onto the floor. “Surprised?”

“What? I don’t…” I was stunned! My mind just didn’t comprehend! I felt her fingers at my belt, then the zipper of my slacks being pulled down. My pants pooled around my feet. “Surprised! That is an understatement! You? Sandy knows?” Joy just smiled and nodded. Reaching between her breasts she undid the clasp and her bra opened to the sides exposing them. “They are a full “C”, just not as firm as they used to be.” Shrugging her shoulders the bra found its place on the floor next to her blouse and my shirt. Cupping her hands under them she lifted them slightly towards me. “Touch them.” Her brown eyes looked into mine. My hands moved as a separate part of my body. I watched as they gently touched her neck then slowly moved along the rise of her breasts. My fingers sent a message to my brain ‘they are so soft’; I shook my head trying to believe what was happening! Ever so gently my fingertips found the areole and hard nipples. A sudden gasp escaped Joy’s lips and she grabbed my forearms as I continued to make small circles around the edges of her small light pink nipples. “Are…are they what you imagined?” She too watched my fingertips.

“Yes…No…I…oh fuck!” Finally my mind caught up to my fingers, or fingers to my mind. I wasn’t sure which came first, but there was too much happening at once! “They…they are beautiful…”

“Look at me.” I lifted my head slightly and she stared into my eyes. I could see movement but didn’t avert my gaze as she took one hand in hers. “There is something that you are very wrong about in your fantasy.” She placed my hand on her belly. “I have many ugly stretch marks, not just the few you have pictured in your mind.”

“They’re not ugly. Really.” My fingers moved over each one softly moving in between the birthing marks. “That doesn’t make a woman ugly…they are as beautiful as your breasts.” My other hand still cupped a breast and continued its soft caress of her nipple, as I smiled down at her.

“There’s something else,” she hesitated and forced my hand lower. “Something I didn’t tell Sandy about…” My middle finger found the top of her slit. It was smooth without any hint of a hair. “After talking with her this morning I shaved my legs…and didn’t stop. I hope YOU LIKE!” I had found her clit. “OH gawdddd!” NO! NO! Stop!” Joy squirmed away from my finger and took both my hands in hers. “Not yet, please. Sandy told me you didn’t have your meeting until tomorrow afternoon.” I looked at her wondering just what all Sandy had told her! “And until then you are mine…all mine!” Kneeling in front of me she reached in the opening of my boxers and pulled my erect cock and balls out.

“ohhhhhhfuck-k-k-k-k…” In one movement she had licked the entire underside and then grabbing the base opened her mouth and devoured half the length of my cock! With everything happening so fast I hadn’t realized how excited I was. Looking down I watched my fantasy, MY COUSIN, going down on me! “Joy! Oh shit! Joy!” I wasn’t going to be able to control my lust! I began to ejaculate, my cum boiling in my balls. I thought my cock would explode! The hot juices couldn’t get out fast enough! “AHHHHHHHHHHIIIEEEEFUCKKKKKKKK!!!” My fucking knees went out from under me and I fell back against the wall and sank to the floor. I was spent!

My cock had popped out of Joy’s mouth as I fell and she followed. “Yes I want it all. Every bit of it.” Crawling up between my thighs she took my softening prick back into her mouth. The cream still leaked from the tip and as I watched she gently licked and sucked it until I was dry. “I know that’s not what you wanted, but it was what I wanted.” She smiled up at me. “Don’t you think it’s wrong? Us being cousins?” I wasn’t having second thoughts as this had to be the most fantastic blowjob I had ever had, but a question I felt had to be asked. “No,” She smiled, my sticky juices surrounding her lips. “I think it’s wrong that we waited this long.” Cupping my balls in the palm of her hand she carefully took my completely flaccid prick deep into her mouth. For as careful as Joy was being I was extremely tender, but still not wanting it to end. Reaching down I put my hands under her arms and lifted her towards me. She smiled a knowing look as she came closer and as our lips met she opened her mouth and gave me the remainder of my cum that she hadn’t swallowed. I wasn’t repulsed at all but wanted more, and searched her mouth. Our tongues intertwined as we held one another close. My flaccid cock pressing against her belly, her hard nipples jutting against my chest.

Finally, Joy moved away from me pulling me to my feet, and backed towards the bed. She laid back and opened her thighs. “I love oral sex…and Sandy says you are the best.” Using her fingers she spread open the outer lips, exposing herself to me. I stared between her thighs. The outer lips were swollen with desire, the labia almost brown in color extended beyond in invitation for my fingers to search her depths. Above her pubic bone jutted outward and was very prominent. It seemed to press down just at the top of her slit, forcing it open and offering her clit to me. Her clit was smaller than Sandy’s but evident, as it to was swollen and stretched just beyond the hood. Moving onto the bed I knelt between her smooth thighs, my fingers caressed them lightly, traveling closer and closer to her open sex. “I can’t believe this is happening.” I spoke more to myself than to Joy. “Ever since I learned what sex was all about I’ve dreamt of doing this.” I slipped one hand under her ass and cradled it, my thumb moving between the labia and slowly disappearing into her wet, warm depths.

“Ohhh yes..” Joy had been watching me intently and sighed as my thumb entered her. “I have fantasized about this moment for years myself.” I awoke and it took me a second to figure out where I was and memories of the previous night flooded my mind, wondering if it had all been a dream. As I became oriented to my surroundings I knew I hadn’t been dreaming, I was in Joy’s bedroom and alone in her bed. Sunlight filtered into the room and glancing at the clock I saw it was after 9. Joy wasn’t here and the doubt entered my head as to whether she was having second thoughts of what had occurred. ‘Well guess I better go find her’ I thought to myself, but first things first. Picking up my sweats I headed for the bathroom, I really had to piss! It took a few seconds for my piss hard-on so whither enough so I could empty my bladder. I hadn’t bothered to close the bathroom door and when I heard the bedroom door open I looked over. “Well, good morning! I wondered if you were going to sleep all day.” Joy had her robe on and hadn’t bothered tying it closed as she smiled and walked into the room.

It’s really difficult to concentrate on relieving your bladder when you are looking at a woman, especially Joy, walking towards you. The robe open just enough so you can see the sides of her breasts; her belly button; and her thighs moving caressingly against one another as she walked towards me, making the lips of her slit move enticingly. “I…uhh…really have to go.” I could feel my prick stiffening in my hand and looking back down I held it firmly and tried to will myself to go. “I couldn’t believe it this morning when I woke up. It was so nice having a man in bed next to me, especially when it was you. We both had our fantasies come true.” She stepped close to me and putting one hand on my shoulder used her other hand to reach down and cover my hand that was holding my cock. “When I was married to Brett, I loved to hold his cock and help him pee. But you know in all my fantasies, and even back then the thought was holding your cock.” She paused, “That’s really naughty isn’t it?”

“Well, no.” My bladder was about to burst and my cock was growing as she held me! “As long as you both enjoyed it. Sandy and I have done it from time to time.” I stopped realizing what I had just said. I hurriedly continued. “I mean we haven’t done anything kinky or like that…we just…well you know…” Now I was just a little embarrassed. “Really? That’s cool! What have you done?” As she looked up at me I could see her robe had opened enough to expose her breast and as I watched her nipple began to harden. “Sometimes after we’ve made love and we both have to go she’ll take my hand and lead me into the bathroom. Then when she sits down she has me kneel between her and I’ll put my soft cock between her legs and ….well…ahh…we’ll both do it together.”

“You’re not really soft but something like this?” Joy slipped off her robe and moving in front of me sat down and spread her legs. Holding my cock she pulled me down until I was kneeling in front of her. “And then I do this?” Taking my hard cock she positioned it between her open thighs then released it. My hardness was held down while being cradled between her spread slit.

“Y-Yes-s-s-s..” I stammered. “But I’ve never been hard like this before…then…”

“I’ve never done it like this either, but Brett used to get hard and still be able to let it go.” We were now at eye level to one another and she was looking into my eyes. She smiled and she put her finger on the underside of my cock. “I always put my finger under him like this and could feel the flow of his water. Relax Jon, let it go. Just relax.” Joy put her free hand on my shoulder and I reached out and cupped her breasts. She smiled softly and nodded her head. Taking a breath I forced myself to relax, a tone of relief left my lips as my stream gushed and noisily hit the back side of the bowl. “ahhhhh…..damnnnn…”

“Oh I can feel it!” Joy giggled. “Look at it.” As we both looked down together our foreheads touched and she whispered. “I have to go too.” I watched the muscles contract slightly in her lower belly and then release. As Joy relaxed her flow increased until she was running over the top of my cock and into the bowl. As I emptied I was amazed at the warmth of her water flowing over my hard prick. Joy released me and reaching over wet another washcloth. “We better clean this mess up a little bit.” Again, as she did last night, she slowly and gently cleaned me and then herself. Between what had just happened and her soft touch I thought my balls would erupt. “I have one more favor to ask.” I stood up and pulled her up close to me. The feeling of my hard staff against her warm belly was incredible. “And what would that be?” I lowered my lips to hers and let my tongue search the depths of her mouth. Pulling back she smiled up at me. “I really enjoyed that and I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to do any of this again.” She paused then went on. “Sandy called earlier and wants you to stop for lunch and my boss called and I have to go into the office for awhile…”

“Oh…” I tried to sound disappointed. Well, I was a little as I was looking forward to another night with Joy. But then I had to smile to myself knowing that Sandy was most likely ‘climbing walls’ wanting to know all that happened. “But before any of that happens, I want you to fill me again…like you did last night.” She had started pulling me towards the unmade bed. “But this time I’m going to leave you’re cum in me all day and if you don’t come back tonight I’ll have your juices to jack off with and my dildo to pretend it’s your hard cock and hot juice filling me up.” Crawling up on the bed Joy got up on her knees and put her head down on a pillow. “Damn that’s beautiful!” I stood looking at what she was offering me. I could see her clit peeking out between her pussy; the moist swollen outer lips of her naked slit; and her tight puckered back hole. “Joy this doesn’t have to be a favor at all, it’s a pleasure.” I knelt behind her and caressed the roundness of her ass cheeks. “Fuck me Jon! Please do me doggie style!” She reached back and using her fingers opened her cunt to me. “Fuck my cunt! Slam into me and fill me with your hot cum!”

I moved up behind her and pushing her fingers away used my thumbs to open her pushing them both into her. She moaned as I began working them. I could see her juices glistening on them as I pulled out. Moving forward I positioned my cock against my thumbs and pressed forward. “Ohhhh damn….” I entered her easily as my thumbs guided the way. It took only a second to know that her fingers were busy too. From the motion she was using both hands against her clit. “Ohhh…yesss…I’m going to cum!” Her fingers worked faster bringing herself closer to climax. “OHFUCK-K-K-K!!!” Taking my well lubricated thumbs, as I continued to ram my cock in her spasming cunt, pressed them against her tight brown hole that stared up at me. I first met with some resistance but keep up a gentle pressure until they slipped inside. “Never-r-r-r…I-I-I-I….nooooooooo…. Aaaaiiiiieeeeeeee… FUCK!!!” Joy was past the point of stopping me, she was at the apex of her orgasm. As the knuckles disappear I began an alternate rhythm of in and out. What a sight! My thumbs fucking her tight ass and under that my cock ramming her violated cunt! I felt my balls fill. “You wanted you’re pussy filled….” My thighs slapped against the back of Joy’s. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck my holes!” Her body was literally shaking with orgasms. “I’m cumming again-n-n-n-n-n-N-N-N-N-n-n-n-n…”

“Oh gawd! Oh fucking damn-n-n-n-n….grrrrrrrr-r-r-r…” Her muscles tightened around my cock and thumbs as she came. I slammed harder and felt her begin to relax just as the heat in my balls began their eruption. Pressing both thumbs in as deep as they would go I rammed my entire cock deep into her. Cum jetted the shaft and I held Joy tight as I felt the first rush of my cum then with each throb another load filled her pussy. Slowly I began pumping my full length in and out of her, forcing all my juice into her. “You’ll have plenty to fuck with tonight…Joy, you have all my cum…” Joy’s knees went out from under her and as she fell I was pulled free of her. Rolling onto my side I lay next to her. Gently I caressed her back and down over the softness of her asscheeks. We didn’t speak but just relaxed and caught our breath. I watched as Joy got off the bed and began to dress. First putting one of those thin panty liner things women use, she then pulled on a pair of black silk panties. She saw me watching her and giggled, “I just don’t want to lose any of your juice,” then she winked at me and reaching in her dresser began putting on her bra. It matched her panties in color, it clasped in the front and was sheer enough to see her areoles and nipples. “By the looks of your growing cock, if Sandy is agreeable, I would say she will get the fucking of her life before this day is over.” I smiled, “Yes she will, or if not, you sure will later this evening!” Taking my flaccid cock in my hand I wiggled it at her, then just lay and enjoyed watching her dress. She finished with a loose short skirt that came to just above her knees and a sheer blouse than although showed the outline of her bra it did hide her nipples. As she completed her makeup and brushing her hair she stepped over to the bed and bending over took the head of my cock in her hand and kissed it. “If you don’t get back tonight, you know you are always welcome to stop.” She waved as she went out of the bedroom and listened as I heard her car start and pull away.

I dozed off and woke with a start, it was after noon and I had to get moving. I jumped in the shower and getting some fresh clothes on, grabbed my bag and headed for the house. Driving over I thought of all that had happened in the past few hours and how much Sandy was going to love hearing the story. My cock stirred as I pictured her naked on the bed as I related it all to her. How she would be getting off time and again using her vibrator and dildo. Damn! That turned me on! The garage door was closed when I pulled in the driveway and didn’t even take the time to put the truck in. Thoughts of Sandy naked on the bed jacking off and fucking herself were going through my mind. ‘The hell with it!’ I thought, and hurried around to the back door leaving my shoes on the deck. She wasn’t in the kitchen as my shirt came off; glancing in the living room she wasn’t there either as my pants came off. I started down the hall towards our bedroom and I slowed as I dropped my boxers and hopped around on first one foot then the other getting rid of my socks. My cock stood rigid as I walked the rest of the way to the bedroom and stepped through the doorway.

“That’s it. Clean my pussy, suck his cum out.” Joy, naked, sat up on the pillows of our bed her back resting against the headboard. Her legs spread wide holding Sandy’s head against her sex. Sandy, also naked, was on her knees her ass facing me with her fingers working feverishly in and out of her wet cunt. Joy looked up at me as I entered and smiled, “He fucked me so good. Oh damn! You’re going to make me cum again!” I stood frozen in my tracks holding my hard cock! Joy looked down at my fist then motioning with her eyes directed me to Sandy’s open sex. Moving up onto the bed I held my cock out and pulling Sandy’s fingers from her pussy replaced them with the head of my cock. I pushed into her and didn’t stop until my cock was buried. “Uggghhhhh” Sandy groaned as my cock hit bottom. Joy’s thighs gripped Sandy’s head as she pumped her hips against the mouth that was buried against her sex. “Yes, yes fuck her! Empty your full balls into her hot cunt!” Joy’s eyes went from looking into mine then down to where I was taking slow even strokes into my wife’s hot slit. “Oh Sandy, I’m cumming. It’s running out of me. Suck me! Eat me!” Joy spoke rapidly and now held Sandy’s head tight to her spasming pussy. “YESSSS!!! Oh fucking gawd yes-s-s-s!! Cummingggggnowwwww!!!”

“OHHHHFUCKKK!!!!” It was entirely too much! If I didn’t cum I was sure every internal muscle would tear! Grabbing Sandy’s hips I pushed as deep as I could into her. My cock thickened and throbbed. I didn’t move as first one, then two, then three loads erupted. The head was tight against the top of her cunt and as I came it was forced back along the shaft. “Ohhhh damnnnn…oh fucking-g-g-g damn-n-n-n…” I began pistoning in and out of her, the cum being forced out and dripping of my balls and onto the sheets. “I can’t believe this is happening…” My cock empty and soft slipped out of Sandy’s pussy and I fell back onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. Sandy pulled herself from between Joy’s thighs and moved next to me. “Surprised?” Before I could answer she pressed her lips to mine, and as our tongues intertwined, I could taste the mixture of Joy’s juices and my own cum. Pushing away she slowly slid down. “Joy and I have been doing each other for the past six months.

We decided it was time to make everyone’s fantasy come true..” Taking the base of my flaccid prick she sucked it gently between her lips. Joy lifted Sandy’s thighs and moved in between them, looking up at me. “I hope you aren’t real upset.” Her tongue snaked out and began lapping at Sandy’s cum filled cunt. I smiled weakly. “No, no not at all…” I just wondered how I was going to keep up with these two women. But then again they did have each other and another of my fantasies could come true…..I always wanted to watch… Sorry readers! The story is not real. Author’s message to all the readers. I Abhishek Singh am a call boy. I used to give services in the areas of I.P.EXT, mayur vihar phase-1 and 2, Shakarpur, Laxmi nagar, west Vinod nagar, mandawali, and all the places near by them. I am not to smart nor too handsome. But the thing which I have is my style and my attitude to fuck the girls and too pleasure out them. I guarantee their satisfaction and secrecy for 100%. My charge is Rs.180/- for one hour of one female. If you are interested then contact me at my email address at [email protected]. For orkut users my email address is [email protected]. So add me on orkut and enjoy your life because life fucks everyone.

Hello all ISS fans. This is Abhishek Singh, a 18 years old boy from Delhi. I have written many stories in ISS from past one year. But from few weeks I have been quite for some personal reasons. But know there will be some blast from the past by me. Now I will write only insect stories in ISS and I am sure that u will enjoy too much. This story starts from here. Advantages of getting laid on a regular basis became apparent during the first week after my sister and I started sleeping with each other. I no longer had this turmoil inside of me just waiting to be released, because it was being released on a daily basis. I was satiated, sexually, and I was satisfied, both physically and emotionally—as was she. We both were thoroughly happy. There was a bounce in our steps, as my mother would later put it. We, all of a sudden, seemed content in this squalid place called our village. So much so that I even started getting up early in the mornings because I couldn’t wait for the new day to begin. Sex during the first few days was a bit awkward because we were just getting to know each other. We were overzealous, to say the least, and we fumbled and floundered a lot. The awe of each new discovery was accompanied by the clumsiness of not knowing our way around each other’s bodies. But once the lava had fully erupted and we were able to get things out of our systems, we calmed down. Once the rush to do everything at once subsided, we started to focus on a few things at a time. Our communication in bed improved and we started doing things to each other that led to many a wonderful orgasms. We started to really enjoy each other.

We quickly got used to each other’s tastes, aromas, and quirks. I found her to be extremely delicious. I enjoyed being with her in our private moments. I enjoyed holding her in my arms, feeling her breasts against my chest, and I particularly enjoyed being inside of her. There were many times when I would sit in her favorite position with my cock buried in her belly and both of us kissing and caressing each other until the wee hours of the morning. There was never a rush to climax, but once that slow simmering turned into one boiling kettle, it was from the depths of our beings. Each time I came, it was so encompassing that I couldn’t imagine anything better. I felt so thoroughly and deeply moved each time that I couldn’t think of any feelings more beautiful. I couldn’t believe the effects of having an orgasm had on my sister. She was very affectionate before and during sex, but after she had her orgasms, she became a living definition of veneration. The amount of adoration she bestowed upon me was beyond belief. I loved every moment of it and I loved turning her into that special person; not only because once she reached that level, she made sure that I was in heaven, but because I loved the sounds of satisfaction that emanated from her throat and the magical way her body writhed under me as she experienced the release. Many a times she cried because the feelings overwhelmed her to tears. I held her against me even longer than usual on those occasions and the tenderness and caring poured out of our skins and went into the other’s nervous system.

Unknown to the rest of the world, we were a couple and we acted like one. She was my woman, my wife, my soul mate. I was her companion, her man, her husband. We lived together as a couple and we performed our household tasks as a couple. Our mother also lived in that house well, it was our mother’s house to begin with—but she stayed out of our way most of the time because of her times spent with Precious and Chibuku. Whenever she did spend time with us, we reverted back to being her son and daughter, and behaved as such, but as soon as she was out of the way, it was time for our union, for us to express our heartfelt love and desires for each other. My sister liked to have sex as much as if not more than I did. She made sure that all of her chores were done as early as possible so that we could be with each other for maximum period of time. At first, most of that time was spent making love. However, once we overcame our hunger and things became a bit normal, and once we realized that it was real, that we were real, and that we would be with each other for as long as we chose to do so, lovemaking became a continuous activity instead of just plain fuck sessions. We started to focus on prolonging the stimulation and keeping each other aroused for as long as possible, instead of just screwing each other until we were spent. I also became clear-headed.

I no longer spent time thinking about having sex and fantasizing about Precious, my sister, or even my mother. I no longer longed to practice those positions from my dad’s secret book with someone. I was actually doing it with my sister and I was getting my fill. Before I used to sit around the farm and do nothing. The sperm in my body that ached to be released used to incapacitate me to the point of zero productivity. Now that that sperm was flowing out of me on a regular basis, I was no longer incapacitated during the day. My brain started to focus on other things that mattered in life. The most amazing part was that after draining my energies into her, I actually felt more vigorous. So much so that I became very industrious. I actually started to think of my life where it was headed, how it could be improved, and how she and I could have a better future. Unfortunately the village didn’t provide any opportunities for improving our future and we didn’t have the resources to move to a place that did. I was caught between wanting to do a lot and not having anything to do. I was ready to journey but had no destination. She and I discussed the matter quite seriously, but in the end, we came up with nothing. Our lot was to continue our daily life as it was, without changing the status quo. Still, I wasn’t depressed the way I previously used to be after a similar realization. She was there and I found her to be very uplifting in those newfound positions. I started to get ready with her in the mornings and as she left for the convenience store, I went to the farm. Originally the idea was to finish tending to the animals early and come home early. This way she and I could spend even more time together; the bonus being that I would start my day with her and end it within her. As a side effect, my mother saw me spending more time at the farm so she decided to stop going there as she used to. She started nursing her hangovers at home while I was forced to do what she used to do or what was required to be done.

Once I started to do farm related chores, I became aware of our farm. As silly as that sounds, it is the truth. Up until I had to dig my first ditch to drain the rainwater away from our would-be crops, I didn’t really pay attention to what we had. Before I used to see miles of grass and thorn bushes as far as the eyes could see, but once I started to worry about the coming rainy season and how nay, where I was going to plant enough corn to sustain us through the coming year, I realized that there was actually earth underneath the grass and around the bushes; earth that could grow things, different things, not just corn. My sister always battled to get fresh vegetables to sell in the store; heck, I could become her supplier. I could even plant fruit trees and sell the fruit once it ripened. There was a link between the store and this earth and consequently between my sister and me. She and I both could work together for a better future and we could do it independent of each other. I could provide her with whatever she needed to sell and she could sell all that I would provide. I’ll make my profit from the store and she could make her profit from her customers, who were always bitching and moaning about lack of fresh vegetables, fresh fruit, fresh milk, and fresh meat. Heck, this land also had our herd grazing on it; in a way, it could also provide that fresh milk and fresh meat they wanted. I could grow a larger, much larger herd. Not just cows, but sheep and goats and chickens. Shit, I could even start supplying stuff to other villages around us and may be even take it to the nearest cities.

To say that I became excited at my fantasies of a better future would be an understatement. I was excited beyond belief. I was actually aroused at the thoughts of making something out of my life. There was a purpose growing in my brain and the exhilaration it gave me even surpassed the exhilaration of having sex with the sweetest and most delicious woman on this earth. That night, as I held my sister in my arms, my body and mind were in two different places. For once, I wasn’t eager to enter her body; rather I chose to pick her brain; for a while at least, until my euphoria from the daydreaming eventually transferred to my penis, which I then started to transfer into her with slow and steady strokes at first, and with wild and stormy thrusts afterwards as we delved deeper into each other. By the time I finished expending my excitement, she had also caught the bug. She reciprocated my thrusts with equal vigor. The following day, I borrowed a notebook and a couple of pens from the store against future credit from the farm and started to make serious plans. First I explored every corner of the farm to find out how much land we really did have and what kind of shape it was in. I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was enough land to not only grow things the way I wanted, but to host a larger herd of cows and other animals that I wanted to raise. To my dismay, though, most of it was heavily covered with grass, weeds, and thorn bushes. There were, however, a few shallow patches with mostly grass and a few trees scattered here and there. Given enough time and plenty of hard work, I could clear those and get them ready for cultivation before the rains started. Time I had; hard work I was willing to do; rain, however, was unpredictable.

People in this part of the world normally farm around rains. When the rains come, they put the seed into the ground and wait for more rains to water it and to water subsequent plants that grow out of it. There is no other way of irrigating the land and if the rains decide not to show, well, the seed and all the little plants that initially start growing, just die a sad death. The plants that do grow and do survive until the crop can be harvested are poorly maintained. More weed makes it to the end than the useful crop, which in most cases is corn. Whatever corn that comes out of the crop is used to make maeli meal, which in most cases lasts only a few months and people have to find other means of sustenance for the rest of the year. The fact that most people have no manpower to even prepare the land properly, or to seed it thoroughly, only makes the situation worst. Once in a while someone rents a tractor and people plough the fields properly before the rains, but the umpteenth year of draught has nicely put an end to even that. People basically live off of their sons and daughters that have escaped the village or relatives that take pity and send some money or flour their way. My family usually survives at the strength of our convenience store. People buy their milk, groceries, and petrol from us. We even sell clothing and hardware items, but there isn’t much need for things of that sort. As far as farming was concerned, my mother couldn’t do it even if she wanted to, and I couldn’t recall the last time anyone had put some seed into the ground at our farm. My interest in the past had been limited to herding the animals, but now that I was thinking of growing crops out of the land, I couldn’t get past the problem of irrigation. I didn’t want to spend all that time and energy, only to see the crops turn to dust because we had no rains coming our way.

One part of our farm, a little higher place than the rest, had an island of Syringa trees. These trees formed a circular boundary around a fairly large open area. There were some thorn trees mixed in, that usually provided a breeding area for the weaver birds. On one side of that island was a run down barn-like structure that my grandfather or his father had built so many eons ago. My father used to loaf around in that structure during the days when he pretended to work at the farm, and recently it was my mother’s hangout, or shall I say, hangover-out. I usually spent my time on that tree island and avoided the structure. Now, facing a dilemma that could easily crush my dreams of doing something useful, I decided to explore what was inside that large shed, hoping and praying that I would come across something useful that would allow me to make something out of the farm. The least I expected was a plough of some sorts, and some other farming tools; something to shear the grass with, something to uproot the bushes with, a shovel, a pick, an axe, anything. I found some rusted tools with broken handles, some fencing material, a few bricks and a couple of bags of cement that through the years had solidified beyond use. There were a few shells of ploughs and one donkey cart that had seen its heyday many years ago. All these items either required a lot of repair work before I could do anything useful with them or were beyond my knowledge of how to repair them. Because they were all mixed up, I decided to take them out one by one and salvage whatever I could before giving up on the whole endeavor. It took me a week and a half, but I managed to sort things out. I cleaned out the whole barn, repaired whatever I could, and filled all the holes that needed to be filled. I took all useful items to the tree island and threw away what I thought was beyond redemption. When I was done, I had a nice barn area available to me, I had tools with new handles, and sharpened to almost their original sharpness, I had a donkey cart that needed only new wheels, and three ploughs that needed new heads.

The best item that I discovered while cleaning up was a diesel driven generator that only had one belt missing, but otherwise was in good condition. A gift from my father, I assumed, from his endless nights of gambling and probably the only things he didn’t want to gamble away because it would have put an end to the very act of gambling. That generator gave me an idea that could solve my irrigation problem. We had a borehole at home that provided enough water to bathe in and to use it for various household usages, including watering our flowerbeds and small trees around the yard and feeding the toilets that flushed into the septic tank. That borehole required electricity to run, but there was no way to get electricity to our farm without paying a huge sum of money that we didn’t have. This generator could power a similar, or bigger, borehole. Maybe, just maybe, I thought with held breath, that’s why my father acquired the generator in the first place to power a borehole that he probably wanted to put in this land. The thought started to take shape in my head as I imagined my father lying on that foldaway bed I had found as he daydreamt of better days, just like me, with his companion carton of Chibuku or a bottle of some other poison. It was ironic that the very reason that had split my parents up, was then adopted by my mother so wholly. If I could only setup a nice little borehole to supplement the rain water, I would have a good chance of succeeding in my plans. I even discovered an area, where I could, with a little work, trap the rain water and use it to irrigate some additional land.

I discussed with my sister what I wanted to do and she wholeheartedly approved. She even told me that she had a small sum of cash in case I needed an injection into my ventures. After all, if things worked out the way I was planning, it was going to be good for both of us. I didn’t want to use her money, though, so I made my own plans. I looked to my own cash cow, well, more like cash cows, to fund my purchases. I started to sell the herd one animal at a time as I needed the money. I didn’t get as much for them as a seasoned farmer would have gotten, but I was learning and that was the price I had to pay for my knowledge. I first mended the fence and moved on to buying a new plough, fixing the cart, buying a donkey to pull both, getting the generator fixed and putting in a reasonable sized borehole. I even put up a fence around the trees to keep the herd in close range. Just that act alone gave me a few hours of extra time that I could spend on farming. I cleared the bushes and grass, ploughed the land that I had cleared, and prepared it for planting. There was plenty of fertilizer now that the animals were confined to a smaller, more manageable area. The borehole worked its magic and when the first rains came, I already had a nice field of corn growing in one part of the farm, with additional fields ready to be seeded. My sister came to see the fruit of my hard work and was quite excited from seeing the results. But, no one, and I mean no one was more excited than my mother when she laid her eyes on that lush, green, mouth-watering field of corn. I had even started growing small patches of vegetables and spices that my sister and I planned to sell at the store, not to mention various fruit, flower, and other trees that we could use to make additional money.

When the rains came, my mother came to the farm to do what she normally did in the past. I knew she was coming, so instead of working hard as it had become my routine, I just sat around lazily, waiting for her. She noticed the changes immediately, but didn’t comment on anything. She didn’t know that the herd was smaller now because I had let the animals loose so they could feed in areas away from the crop that I was growing. After she finished giving me a tongue lashing for just sitting around like a lug, I took her to the area where the corn was in full bloom. Her eyes popped out of their sockets. I had more crop growing than she had ever managed to plant in recent memory and I had a lot of land still left to be seeded. She was very excited as she repeated, “I can’t believe my eyes”, over and over. She screamed when she saw the borehole providing a small, but steady stream of water. She rushed me and gave me this one giant hug, as she said, “Finally, a man with brains in my family.” She then rushed through the field, feeling the leaves, touching the stalks, basically reveling in her excitement. When she came back, she gave me another hug and kissed me hard. She said, “Son, I have been praying for a man to come and make something out of this land. I didn’t know that I actually had to give birth to such a man before I would see the day my dream is realized.” I was overwhelmed, to say the least. I had been working hard and the progress that she saw during her visit had come steadily for me, so it didn’t have the same impact, or rather I had taken it for granted. But to her, the transformation of the land was miraculous. Not only that, but the rains had just started and together we could double, even triple, the amount of corn we could grow compared to the one that was already growing.

She hugged me repeatedly as I showed her around and introduced her to my plan. She was a bit upset when I showed her the remaining cows, but she perked up when she saw the donkey, the cart, the plough, and all the other tools that I had accumulated. She kissed me hard again when she saw the transformation of the rundown shed into a nice and cozy barn. Her foldaway bed that she used to nurse her hangovers upon was nicely tucked away in a corner and ready to be used if she so desired. I had established a clean area around it for her, or for me for that matter, and I had put a few personal amenities to establish a place to stay for an extended period of time, in case the rains came down hard and I had to spend time at the farm to keep an eye on the herd. She pulled the bed to the centre of that area, unfolded it and sat facing the window. She asked me to come and sit with her, and when I did, she put her arm around me and leaned her head on my shoulder as she gazed out with her excitement fully showing in her face. When I looked at her and felt the strength with which she was squeezing me, something dawned on me. It occurred to me that my mother was going through the realization that her boy had grown and become a man. It also occurred to me that I had two, not one, women in my life.

My mother’s excitement stayed with her as she helped me gather the animals and put them into their area. It stayed with her as we worked together on the farm for the rest of the day and it was with her when we put everything in order and prepared to leave the farm for the evening. It was with her even when we came home. My sister was surprised to see me walking in with my mother, who was unbelievably giddy, and she was even more surprised when my mother passed up on going to Precious and stayed with us, talking, chattering, telling my sister about the miracle I had performed, and how proud she was of me. We impatiently waited for her to fall asleep and when she did, I took my sister with more passion and excitement than usual. My sister was really surprised at that and I told her simply that mom’s excitement had rubbed off on me and had transformed me into a more energetic person. She appreciated it and even joked that the next morning she’ll thank mom for the pleasure she was receiving. She was happy to see mom in such high spirits, after almost a decade of gloom.

I was more energetic, or more passionate, for another reason. When I kissed my sister, I still had the feelings of my mother’s kisses on my lips. My mom didn’t realize it in her enthusiasm that she was kissing me full on the mouth. While she was yelling and screaming to vocalize her excitement, her mouth did open enough to make it a wet kiss. I had tasted her saliva, not to mention that I had also felt her breasts on my arms and on my chest. So far I had been only with one woman that being my sister, so I didn’t know how it would affect me if another woman came into some sort of intimate contact with me. From being in a semi-intimate contact with my mother, I knew that the affect was exhilarating. I was aroused by my mother’s hugs and kisses and I spent that arousal on my sister. My mother had, unknowingly, contributed to a more passionate lovemaking between my sister and I. I found that to be fascinating, and also I found that to be the one thing I couldn’t share with my sister. I was awake way after she had fallen asleep and I kept thinking about my mother’s hugs and kisses even after I had depleted myself so thoroughly inside my sister. I was perplexed at the way I felt aroused by my mother and how it had made me feel even strongly towards and for my sister. I couldn’t help but wonder about the differences in the two bodies. My mom had a stronger and bigger build than my sister and her breasts were larger and softer, her hips were wider and her waist was thicker. In all proportions, my sister was petite compared to my mom and that made a big difference in the feelings I received from each. There were similarities, but there were also huge differences. It wasn’t that I wanted my mom more than my sister, or that I wanted her at all.

There were no thoughts of actually having sex with her. It was just that the feel of her breasts had made me warm all over and that warmth had transferred to my loins in ways that it had never done before. Even though it was her hugs and kisses that made me feel horny, for lack of a better word, I wasn’t horny after her. I still wanted my sister, and only her. There was one flash where I wondered for a second about my mother’s excitement. She was so jumpy, passionate, and expressive when she was excited over the farm, I wondered how she would be if she was excited the other way. Would she be as jumpy, passionate, and expressive if she was sexually excited? Once that thought flashed in mind, I quickly looked at my sister sleeping next to me and I felt guilty as if she knew what I was thinking and I wasn’t supposed to be thinking things like that because of her being my woman. I felt like I had to reassure her of my loyalty. My sister was really surprised when I woke her up and fucked her again with abandon. There was a look of apprehension on her face that I didn’t understand, but then I didn’t care. I was making a point and for the first time in our relationship, I wanted to fuck her more for myself than for her and as soon as I came, I was finished. I could feel in her body language that she was puzzled, but I had to get some sleep before starting the next day. To my utter surprise, my mother joined me the next day soon after I reached the farm and started working with me to cultivate and seed the land, feed the animals, and water the crops already in bloom. I had never seen my mother work as hard as she did that day, or during the days that were to follow. As we sat relaxing on one small hill, looking down at the work we had finished for that day, she patted my arm and said, “Son, I want to congratulate you at turning this land, and hopefully this family, around.”

“You are welcome, mom,” I said, as I hoped for her to hug or kiss the way she had done the previous day. She held herself in check that day. The downside of my mother working at the farm was that she didn’t have the time to relieve my sister from the store and we had no dinner waiting for us that evening. My mother quickly took a bath in the water from the house borehole and made supper for all of us. That was another surprise for my sister, who had given up on mother taking any interest in household chores. My mom was tired from a hard days work and fell asleep quickly. I told my sister that there was another person who must have been really surprised at the transformation my mother had gone through: Precious. She must be wondering that my mother was probably sick or something as she didn’t visit her now for two days in a row. My sister and I made love with a rather subdued mood. She was feeling upset at the extra time she had to spend in the store and the less time that we had together. As I held her, I firmly told her that I didn’t like her to be feeling that way. This was another change that we just had to get used to and adjust ourselves accordingly. She apparently followed my command as her kisses became more enthusiastic after that. By the time she fell asleep, she was feeling herself again. My mother woke up earlier than all of us the next morning and knocked on my door to wake me up. My sister was curled up next to me in my bed. I panicked thinking that my mother was coming inside and she was going to catch us red-handed. I shook my sister awake and told her to rush out as soon as the coast was clear. We escaped that day and I told her that we had to be more careful in the future. Yet another adjustment we had to make in our normal routine.

About a week later, as we sat on the same hill, admiring our handiwork, I decided to put my arm around my mom. She put her head on my shoulder and I squeezed hers as a sign of my appreciation for her help with the farm. It was not the same hug that I wanted to experience again, but it was better than nothing. I didn’t realize it then, but that small gesture from me opened my mother up to becoming a bit more affectionate towards me, a bit more touchy-feely than in the past. It almost became a ritual with us that at the end of each day we would sit next to each other, her head on my shoulder, my arm around her shoulders, and a caress here and a squeeze there. At times she even put her arm around my waist for added support. My sister and I didn’t have as many opportunities available to us for being together where we could make love as much as we wanted. We had to settle for quickies, which usually meant that I would go in and come quickly, while she didn’t quite get a chance to finish. At times, we just kissed and cuddled and didn’t even get started with love making because we had to go to sleep so we could wake up on time the next day. Our relationship started to suffer as a result. It was very unfulfilling to have only hurried intimacy. We couldn’t say all that we wanted to say or do all that we wanted to do. I couldn’t share with her the details of my day or report to her the progress I was making in as much detail as I used to. Our lovemaking had less and less foreplay and therefore less and less affection. Well, the affection was still there, it only felt like it was less because we could not have each other as thoroughly as we used to. In this case, reduced quantity also lessened the quality. I could see in her face and in her body the disappointment and even anger over this reduction in our time together. Because it wasn’t really my fault, I didn’t take it kindly to her disappointment. It wasn’t for lack of wanting that we weren’t together as much and as often as before; as a matter of fact I wanted her a lot more now than I did before. It was just that there wasn’t any time available to show her how much I really wanted her. I also didn’t like the fact that I was working so hard to make a better future and she was turning our lack of time into a void between the two of us. But, a void we had that seemed to be growing wider almost daily.

It took a while before I realized that I was actually filling that void by channeling my energies into becoming a bit more adventurous with my mother. I was spending less time with my sister but I was never alone. If I didn’t have her around me, I at least had my mother around me. If one woman in my life was becoming distant, the other was always within reach. I used to look at my sister’s body with admiration. I soon found myself looking at my mother’s body and the admiration just transferred to her. I actually found her to be quite sexy and attractive. Funny, she had always been there, but I never quite saw her the way I was starting to see her now. Even when I used to fantasize about the positions, I still never saw her to be as voluptuous and tantalizing as she seemed now. Unconsciously, I replaced my sister in my thoughts with my mother. Soon, whenever my sister and I got together, I actually felt guilty because I felt this strange and odd sense of loyalty to my partner, my mother. Needless to say, even those encounters soon disappeared. I was lost. The woman I had, went away, and the woman that was around, wasn’t really mine to be had. It was one of those depressing and lonely days when I stood on that hill looking at the corn that was now loaded with corn ears and felt a little pain at the thought that my sister and I couldn’t even rejoice together at the fruition of our crop. I longed for those days when she and I enjoyed our sexual life to the fullest. Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist as my mother pressed her side into me and said, “Look at all that, son. The fruits of your labor.”

I unfolded my hands from my chest and wrapped my left arm around her shoulders. I could feel her press into me a little more in response to my gesture. Her right breast was on my ribcage. The softness was a welcome feeling and I said to her, “The fruits of OUR labor mom.” She was a bit awkward in her stance so she turned a little towards me. She actually hugged me, gently, ever so gently. Her both breasts were now touching my side. I held her tenderly as she just gazed down on the green fields. She must have known that I was down, but she was smart enough to keep quiet and just stood with me like that for a long while, until I decided to move. She showed such maturity and tenderness that I was moved. Once we made such a contact, it became easier to make the same contact the next time. I would just stand every evening, a bit depressed, and she would put her arm around my waist. I would then wrap my arm around her shoulders, to which she would reply by moving into me and pressing herself into my side. After a week or so, we became so used to it that it became a routine. We settled into the routine so much that when I decided to be a little more aggressive by putting my arm around her waist and pulling her in front of me, she moved in front of me. I then put my other arm around her waist from the other side, locked my hands together and held her like that. She placed her hands on my hands and arched her back a little so her shoulders leaned against my chest. The rest of her body was away from me. I held her like that, with my hands on her belly, for about a minute and then released her, saying that we better go, it was getting dark. Whether she knew it or not, whether she realized it or not, I had actually made an advance on her and she had acquiesced.

I made the same advance every day for many days after that with the same results. I held her with my arms around her waist, my hands locked and resting on her belly, her back arched a little and her shoulders pressed into my chest. Her head would normally rest on my left shoulder and I could feel her long hair on my cheeks, but that contact was also fairly casual. Slowly and steadily, the distance between her back and my front started to decrease, until one day I could hold her in my arms with my front touching her back, sometimes even her butt softly touching my thighs. My mom and I worked side by side to tend to the animals, to weed the crops, to spread the manure, to water the fields, to guide the rain water where it needed to go, and to basically run the farm from edge to edge. We even helped each other deliver our first calf as the herd started to grow back and milk the cow as the mother started to feed the baby less and less. The milk was only enough for us, so we didn’t think of selling it. She and I were now working like a couple. She was my woman and I was her man, at least in my mind. We tended to each other’s injuries as farming life is harsh enough to bring a few. We even helped relieve the pain out of each other’s muscles by massaging them whenever necessary. All that of course, increased our intimacy to such a point that if once in a while we made a contact that would otherwise be considered inappropriate, we just ignored it and went on with our work.

I didn’t realize how free we had become until one day as I went into the field where the corn stalks were now drying out and the corn crop was coming to full maturity, almost ready for harvesting, I decided to lie in the middle of the field to basically revel in the feelings of success. She followed me there after I had disappeared for a long while and took a place next to me in the field. We lay there side by side for a long time, discussing our plans for harvesting, for storing, and for selling the crop. We must have been there on the ground for a good couple of hours and in that time our tossing and turning thoroughly messed our clothes and hair in the back. Once we decided to get up and do other things and she saw the way my back was covered in dust and dry leaves, she started to clear it off. She took quite a while to remove all traces from my hair, shirt, and jeans. It involved rubbing my buttocks off as well which she did without slightest of hesitation. Her hands on my ass felt quite nice and I felt some movement in my briefs. Once she was done, she turned her back to me and said, “Now, your turn. Make sure you do a nice job. I don’t want anyone to think that we were busy with each other in the field.”

That comment, made so innocently and without any thought to its implications, made my heart jump. First of all it brought to my mind the image of my mother on the floor of that field and me on top of her, messing up her back and hair, so to speak. I pictured myself pumping into my mother hard as her body slid around or thrashed around in response to my thrusts. Those thoughts sent currents to my already moving penis and I felt it harden quickly. More currents followed as my hands worked on her back, her hair, her legs, and eventually her ass. My hands were literally trembling as I rubbed her soft buttocks and removed traces of dust from them. I enjoyed the feel of her behind and I took advantage of the situation by caressing, instead of rubbing, the area between her cheeks. I had to kneel down to get myself low enough to see what I had to remove. In a way, it was good because I could conceal my erection between my thighs. But when she found me spending so much care on her butt, she looked over her shoulder to see what I was doing. I quickly finished the task and when I was done, she turned around and offered me her hand to help me get up. I didn’t want to because I was hosting such a massive hard-on, but I had to because I had no reason to stay down. She may or may not have seen my erection but she realized there was a lot of dust on my knees. She bent down to dust them off and in doing so, brought her head on level with my erection. Once she was done and she looked up towards me to give me a nice smile, her smile froze on her lips as her eyes focused on the contours of my rock hard cock throbbing through the thick material of my jeans.

I could see her face turn white as she turned away from me in a hurry. She moved out of the field and then away from me rather quickly. I couldn’t tell if she was flustered, but I did notice her averting her eyes away from me whenever I came around to wherever she was busy. The proof that something was different about her came when she didn’t even come to the hill that evening for our usual surveying of the fields. As a matter of fact, our surveying stopped completely. We worked together, but there was certainly something different in our, or rather her, attitude. I couldn’t understand the reason; after all, she must have known I have a penis. Why did my erection make such a big difference in her behavior? It took for a heavy down pour to get me the answer to that question. As is customary, once in a while, the sky breaks loose and we get bombarded by rains so heavy that one can’t move around. It was one such rain and we both got caught in it. By the time she and I finished moving the animals to safety and made it to our barn, we were completely drenched and our clothes were full of mud and cow dung. We had no choice but to take them off, wash them in the rain, and dry them by the fire that I quickly built from the firewood I had stocked up for just such an occasion. I had grabbed some corn from the field to roast so we had something to eat. She covered herself in the blanket from her foldaway bed, as I used the bed sheet to cover myself. As I dried the clothes and prepared the corn, I saw her move to the window and peer outside. She stood their looking out for quite a long time. There was something in her demeanor that told me that she wasn’t just looking outside but was looking far away towards another time. I brought the corn to her and stood behind her trying to see whatever she was seeing. We stood there for a while, quietly, nibbling on the corn, when after a long time she broke the silence. She mumbled, “I love this kind of rain.”

I couldn’t understand her reasons, because the rain was basically wreaking havoc and flooding our fields. She spoke again, softly, “The way it is pouring down, we are practically cut off from the rest of the world. It is so peaceful, knowing that you are all alone; no one can come to disturb you, or to know what you are up to. It is just you and no one else.” She was talking more to herself than to me because her sentences did not include a reference to me. “I have always wanted to be in a thunderstorm like this one. I have always wished for such storm to last a few days so I can enjoy the aloneness it brings. Imagine no one knows where you are or what has happened to you. Complete anonymity for the duration of this storm.” I just listened and I tried to think what she was saying. True, we were cut off from the world, but the world was only a few kilometers away. I mean, if someone wanted to find us, he or she could. With that, my sister came to mind. She knew that whenever a storm like this comes, we usually stay put, so I wasn’t worried that she would be worried. But, I thought of her alone in the house and really lonely. A sudden pain came from my heart and spread through my body. My mother was quiet and looking out as before, with complete concentration. She didn’t notice my arms reaching around her waist until I had closed them around her and locked them on her belly, liked I used to on that hill outside. She leaned back into me and I held her against me like that for a while. She was still wrapped in that blanket. The deafening silence of the deafening storm, if one can imagine such, transported us to another place altogether. I held her in my arms as we stood there enjoying being so cut off from the world, just the two of us, alone, together, with each other. She was my mother and I was her son, but that was in our barn. In this new place, it wasn’t a son holding his mother; it was a young man holding his partner. She was a woman with romantic thoughts of a storm lashing outside; I was a man with a storm pouring on his inside. The fire had died down a long time ago and the lightening had subsided to negligible strikes. We were standing in the dark with our bodies pressed together on either side of the blanket.

It was automatic as I put my left hand around her front and placed it on her right shoulder. Then gently, ever so gently, I turned her around to face me. It was also automatic that when she turned, the blanket slipped off of her and fell on the floor next to the sheet that had already slipped off of me. I held her hands and brought them to my shoulders. She placed them around my neck as my arms slipped around her waist and she melted into me. I held her against me like that for what seemed like hours. Her big breasts firmly pressed into my big chest, our bellies lined against each other muscle to muscle, our pubic hair getting tangled, and my erect penis firmly pressed between her thighs. As she put her hands into my hair and held them hard, I lowered mine to her buttocks and started to caress her behind. She raised herself a little higher so I could reach a little lower as she brought her mouth closer to mine. First our lips met, then our lips entangled, then our tongues met, and then our tongues entwined. That kiss was a beautiful kiss. The experience I had gained and the experience she possessed, culminated in a kiss for the ages. It was sweet, it was delicious, and above all it was intoxicating. I mean literally intoxicating. I felt myself getting high on my mother’s kisses.

Once she had her fill and she paused to take a break from our smooching, I moved lower and held my face between her breasts. They were huge and extremely soft. I kissed them all over and I took those nourishing nipples of hers in my mouth one by one as I sucked on them hard while squeezing each breast in both of my hands. Her hands were running all over my body as she tried to hold her chest in my face. I proceeded down to her stomach, pubes and then found my way down to the source of that other nourishing nectar of hers. I had to kneel in front of her so I could properly place my tongue on her clit. As her soft knob came in contact with my soft appendage, she grabbed my head in both of her hands, held my hair tightly, and started to thrust her pussy onto my mouth. I placed my lower teeth behind my tongue as I tried to give it more force so that each thrust resulted in a lot of pressure on her clit. She was grunting with each thrust as I held my pose without hurting my tongue. He grunts became louder and louder until she just couldn’t take it any longer and dragged me to the foldaway bed. She fell on it backwards and quickly positioned herself on the bed while dragging me between her legs. She didn’t let go of my hair until I was positioned cock to pussy and then she reached between us, grabbed my dick in her hand, and pushed it into her cunt. She had a storm of her own pouring inside her because she was wetter than the fields outside and my donkey of an erection ploughed through that mother earth almost the instant it touched her lips. She then grabbed my buttocks and started to help me plunge in and out of her as her sounds came from deep within her to tell me how close she was to overflowing the dam.

When she came, she came hard. She was actually thrusting upward, lifting me high into the air as her inside walls gave way, and her orgasm flowed onto my shaft. Her orgasm was much stronger than any of my sister’s had ever been and it also lasted longer. In another change from my sister, she actually came before I did and once she was calm and cool, I actually enjoyed fucking my mother because I paced myself to my body’s signals and not hers. When I did come, eventually, she wrapped her legs around my hips, and squeezed her pussy muscles to milk every drop out of me and into her. She held me inside of her much longer than I had ever spent in my sister after coming inside her. Again, my mother’s experience came to benefit me because this session wasn’t me fucking my woman, my woman was actually fucking me and I liked being fucked. My sister let me do her, while my mother was doing me. She also knew how to revive me much more quickly than my sister. So, within much shorter period than I was used to, I was hard again. In another reversal of things, she mounted me and soon I was being fucked again. That night was a night of discoveries for me. I found out that my mother’s behavior had changed because that look on my erection had transformed me in her eyes into a virile bull that was ready to mount his own mother and the analogy was very exciting for her, only the act required special circumstances. She knew she wanted me from the moment she laid her eyes on the ridge pushing through my jeans. I was the first healthy cock she had seen in a long while and she couldn’t help but want it, and want it bad she did, so bad that she had to stay away from me to contain herself. I also found out that my mother loved the taste of my pre-cum.

She enjoyed drinking from the source and when the source was exhausted, she replenished it again with her own juices. She also knew how to give head properly. She showed me how mind blowing a good blow job can be. The other thing I found out about her was that she liked to be in charge and that made it easy for me. I didn’t have to guess what stage she was at. She took herself to every stage and she made sure that she got what she wanted out of our intercourse, while dishing plenty out for me as well. Of course, then there was the discovery of a big pussy versus a tight one. That one, I am still debating to this day. Sorry readers! The story is not real. Author’s message to all the readers. I Abhishek Singh am a call boy. I used to give services in the areas of I.P.EXT, mayur vihar phase-1 and 2, Shakarpur, Laxmi nagar, west Vinod nagar, mandawali, and all the places near by them. I am not to smart nor too handsome. But the thing which I have is my style and my attitude to fuck the girls and too pleasure out them. I guarantee their satisfaction and secrecy for 100%. My charge is Rs.180/- for one hour of one female. If you are interested then contact me at my email address at [email protected]. For orkut users my email address is [email protected]. So add me on orkut and enjoy your life because life fucks everyone.

Hai ISS readers, am Shyamalan living near Kovalam in Kerala I am 18 . I like to express what’s going on daily in our house. Our house is in the middle of a coconut grove and any one coming to our house has to walk 1 km from the road, so no one could hear any sound from our house. My father is working at Dubai, he comes home once in a year. My mom Girija 35 is a physiotherapist working in a Resort 5 km from our house ,my sister Shiny is 17 studying in +2.Iam in 1st year college. We also have a maid Omana 30 Widow. This happened when dad came on a vacation on may 2007. We have a two bed room house. When dad is in Gulf ,one bed room will be occupied by me ,and the three ladies sleep in the other. When dad comes, mom and dad will sleep in the other bed room while my sister and maid sleep along with me .Shiny sleeps with me on the bed and Omana sleeps on the mat near the bed. After our dinner mom and dad went to the room and locked the door .there was light in their room and my mom was moaning and giggling all three in our room were pretending sleeping because I could notice the ladies were crushing their thighs and rolling in ecstasy. All of a sudden I saw Omana went to my parent’s door and peeped through the key hole she raised her Mundu (dothi) and began to finger her pussy. After some time she came to my sister and shook her and whispered in her ear ,my sister also went with her to view the peep show.

When sister was peeping Omana raised my sister’s nighty up to her bobs and began to squeeze them. My sister was spinning her head then they moved to my room and both lied on the floor in 69 and began to eat each other’s pussies .at the same time they removed all their clothes and sucking in full nude condition. I could notice that both were in eye closed position so I took the opportunity I slipped my hand in between them and began to squeeze their bobs ,each was thinking that the other was squeezing. Then I got courage and fell on both of them. They were shocked. I said sorry, I am going to the toilet and my leg hit on Omana leg and fell down. They said ok no problem. But I switched on the light they two were shocked and began to beg me not to tell any one. I said I will tell to daddy. They cried and said that they will do what ever I say so please don’t tell to any one. I said to them be in this position until I come from toilet. I went to the toilet and relieved my tank and washed my kunna with medimix soap and sprayed body spray on my lower stomach. The two girls were covering their bobs with towel .I also sat on the mat and pulled both near me and began top squeeze their boobs. My sister was crying I am your sister and don’t do this to me. I said Omana to suck my kunna she obeyed and made a wonderful blow job (since that day I have given my cock to boys only).my sister was seeing this in a great pleasure, she dropped the towel and spread her legs.

I asked her to sit on the edge of the cot and asked Omana to lie on her back on the mat. I sat on Omana face and began to suck my sister shiny. She began to press my head in her pussy with one hand and screwed her nipples with the other. I was about to come and asked Omana to lie on the cot ,my sister said that for me first. Omana said that you are a little girl so I will get first and you see how to do. They began to quarrel I cooled them and said I can satisfy boy at the same time. I asked Omana to sit on the head board of the cot I applied Vaseline to my kunna and sisters pooru and slowly put my kunna in shiny pooru and I began to suck Omana pooru ,the two pussies were in sandal smell they always use Mysore sandal soap. We three climaxed in the same time. I was tired and lied on my back between them .shiny took my cock in her hand and began to play with it like a doll and put it in her mouth and sucked until it got hard , Omana climbed on top and began to ride like horse riding her 38 bobs were swinging in the air. Shiny sat on my face and began to suck Omana boobs. We came for the second time.

We all were tired and both girls lied on my arms. I asked that when they started lesbian. Omana said that it was she and my mom started first and one day shiny woke in the middle of night and began to shout on us. Mom pushed her down and pushed her bobs on shiny mouth at the same time I lifted her nighty and sucked her pussy from that we three sleep completely nude in the bed room and explore as much as they can on each others body. I asked how mom and you (Omana) started first. She said ” I had a shoulder pain and mom gave physiotherapy to me she asked to remove my blouse, on seeing my bobs she began to squeeze it gently I closed my eyes and enjoyed she began to suck my boobs. She was wearing a short middy I put my hand on her thigh and rubbed it, I rubbed her inner thigh and fiddled her clit. She became horny and pulled my petticoat and we did 69″,from that we satisfied ourselves back to the story we lied nude on the same bed until dad flew to Dubai. I and my sister planned to join mom also in the play. Shiny said that she will not lock the door today and she will shout frightened and asked me to come into the room and switch on the light. The night came I was waiting out side the bed room door.

Shiny shouted I ran inside the room and saw the marvelous scene my mom was on Omana in 69 and shiny was above mom squeezing her boobs. I shouted at them and pulled shiny from top mom got up and tried to cover her boobs. Omana come to my feet and begged don’t tell to any body your mom is suffering a lot without your dad so forgive us she slowly pulled my lungy down and took my cock in her mouth unexpectedly mom shouted at Omana what are you doing, I said you three can do any thing why cant I join the game. Mom said am your mom and shiny is your sister shiny came near me and shared the cock with Omana mom was shocked, Omana went near mom and sucked her bobs and pushed her towards me I caught mom by her bobs and began to squeeze it roughly she leaned on my shoulder and enjoyed .shiny told mom all that happened when dad was here and today’s plan also. All laughed and mom, shiny and Omana lied on the bed in the same position they were some time before I went on moms back and plunched my kunna in moms hot wet pooru she shouted “oohh achana kattilum entha valiya kunna, entra pooru keeri povum” what a big cock than your father’s it will tear my pussy. I satisfied all three ladies at that night three times drinking badam milk on intervals. From that day all in the house wear only air in the house and fucked like animals when and where it may be. Our nights are the NIGHTS OF HEAVEN. Please comment for encouragement for more real experiences.

Hello friends. I have always written about my past incidences until now. But this time I am jotting down a sexual encounter which took place this week with an internet buddy Pradeep. Pradeep resides in London and we came into contact through email which he had sent after reading one of my previous stories. Gradually after every email we came closer. His emails and chat really excited the horny me hidden behind my innocent face. We both were dying to have a real hot session, especially me. Pradeep is from India and has a house in Delhi. The incident happened during his recent visit to India. We decided to meet and instead of taking a direct flight to Delhi, Pradeep decided to land up in Mumbai first. He lied to his parents that he didn’t have an air ticket for a direct flight to Delhi. We had one full night to enjoy before he catches his flight next morning for Delhi. I too lied at my house that am going to sleep at Simran’s house for studies and as planned booked a hotel room in Hyatt, a near by 5 star to airport. Having sex with a complete stranger was already building up my heat and the moment I received him at the airport and saw him for the first time, my panties were wet. He was more handsome then he looked on the web cam and decided to get myself fucked like never before. After he had a shower, we had our dinner in one of the restaurants of the hotel. He was very handsome and well-mannered until now, but that was not I wanted. I really was confused whether he would give me a good fuck or waste his time showing how decent he is. But he soon cleared my doubts. After some decent talks Pradeep made his horny intentions quiet clear when he started the topic of sex and started to rub my thighs over my jeans in the restaurant itself. I was happy to realize that like me even Pradeep was at the peak of his sex. I had somewhere decided in my mind that I would really tease him a little. I have tried this tactics on other guys and know that it really works. I would give myself to him, the way I want to. We had a quick dinner and entered the hotel room.

I locked the door. I knew mood was setting up for some exciting moments. I went into the bedroom and switched on the light as I slept over the bed. He quietly slept by my side and asked if I could switch off the lights? I had decided to tease her a bit so replied kyun, bahut jaldi hai kya? Lights off karke kya karma hai? Pradeep was blushing and said that he didn’t mean that and was trying to explain. I became afraid that he shouldn’t again start the act of decency so I decided to take the initiative. I told him u don’t need to explain and there are better things we can do with our lips than that and then kissed his lips .Our lips were locked for few mins, don’t know how long but it was my most passionate smooch. Initially he was passive and just letting me do things but slowly started responding. I hugged him as our lips were still locked and just let my fingers move through his smooth hair slowly and then touching his upper back gently massaging his back with my palm. Now I started kissing his cheeks and neck slowly and my hand running all over his upper and lower back. I could see he too was getting excited. I was slowly kissing and biting his lower neck and ear lobes and lips while my fingers running all over his back from neck to waist and then slowly moved my hands to his butt. I placed my hand over his butt and gave it a gentle squeeze and he moved towards me involuntarily.

I pulled him closer and could feel my breast covered with bra and T-shirt touching his chest. I could feel my nipples getting really hard and dying to get a wild suck. Pradeep now slowly moved me a bit and made me lie on my back. He got hold of my hands and slowly pushed down sideways to pin my hands on the bed. He bent down closer to me and this time smooched my soft lips really hard. That was a wonderful feeling. I was going mad and whole body was boiling. I am sure he must felt the heat of my body even though we were still dressed up. I was slowly losing my control over my body and was responding to his moves. Still holding on to my hands pinned down to the bed on either side he moved his lips to my ears and bit my earlobes and whispered… “You are really a horny bitch, Veena, aaj tujhe pata chalega ki real sex kaise hota hai”. His words were doing magic and enhancing my expectations from him. I didn’t say anything, but just moved my head to the other side, smiled and closed my eyes. He moved down and put his lips on my right breast over the nipples kissing it softly over the T-shirt. A moan escaped my lips. He went further and opened his mouth to take my breast in his warm mouth. It was wonderful but still the barrier of the T-shirt and bra was between us. He moved the other side and did the same with the left breast.

I bend my knees and tried to free my hands that he had pinned down to the bed softly. Slowly he moved his mouth to the T-shirt button and tried to open them with mouth and in process his lips were touching my boobs. He managed to remove the knot and two buttons and then bite off the other two and first time kissed on my bare upper stomach. I let out a moan. My eyes were closed in ecstasy and I moved my head sideways. Slowly Pradeep went down dragging his lips on me until my belly button and then planted a kiss there. This guy surely knew how to excite a young girl. I let out a moan and held his head pulling his hair. He went further down until my waist and kissed there both sides and then pulled the T-shirt. I think he was getting desperate as the next thing he did was removed my skirt. I was almost naked open now. Only my pink bra and panties were there to cover my heated assets. I was lying there in just bra and panty waiting for my darling’s next move. Pradeep’s hand explored my soft thighs and moved his fingers over them in a sensual way. A shiver went through my whole body. He then lay over me without applying much weight on my tender body slowly kissing my neck and lips again running his fingers all over my back and sides and in the process unhooked my bra. Then with slow movement rubbing my legs and thighs with his feet he moved his lips to my lower neck and slowly to my chest in between the two milky and pinkish breasts and just pulled the bra off my sleeves wow. The sides of my breast were touching his shaven cheeks. It was a very sensual feeling. I hugged him tightly and started caressing his back. His face was still buried in between my soft breasts. He cherished them to the fullest until he made my pink nipples turned red.

He gave a soft bite to my left breast, when I moaned in ecstasy. “bitch, enjoying it na?” just see what I do with your boobies today,” I too was going mad, “you bastard, suck it till I die…chew them apart Pradeep.” He moved further and kissed my now hard nipples as I shivered and tightened my hold on him. He then took my whole breast fully in his mouth. Wow, it was incredible! The soft milky ball was fully in his mouth and he was slowly tasting them and enjoying completely. Both of us were very aroused we knew its going to happen soon. After playing wildly with my boobs and sucking it hard he took his mouth off my breasts. I could feel his hard on over his pants on my panties. I couldn’t wait and wanted to feel my hot read meat all over my skin. “Fucker, tera lund sach mein utna hi bada hai jitna ke web cam par dikhta tha ya ki…? I smiled and teased him. These words were enough for him and he instantly got rid of his pants, underwear and T-shirt as he was said, “kyun saali, kaisa laga tereko tera hot meat, ha? Ab dekh liya hai to iski saza bhi tujhe bhugatni hogi”. He really had got the biggest lund I had ever seen. He then sat on my breasts, pulled my hair tightly and forced his lund inside my small mouth. I could taste his salty precum as his lund touched my throat. After fucking my mouth hard for 10 minutes Pradeep went down and gave a smooth kiss on my soft panties just above my pussy. I was really enjoying his wildness and harshness. He was really giving me an amazing time with his aggressive and then smooth and lovable moves. I was moaning and just letting him do anything by now. He went further down and kissed in between my thighs and his hands reached out just below my waist on both sides and pulled down my panties all the way down.

I desperately wanted his hot lund to enter me and tried to pull him on me but he had other intentions. He went down and kissed my naked and shaved pussy. I cried out again, “Pradeep please come on me…I am already loosing my consciousness…pls Pradeep,” But my cries had no effects on this horny guy as he slowly moved my legs further apart and kissed my pussy lips and I let out the cry again. He started eating my pussy, moving his tongue to my deepest and moving back and forth and his hands were squeezing and caressing the upper part of my body. Don’t know how long it went on with me moaning and screaming as he ate my pussy while his hands played with my breasts till I came in his mouth. He licked every bit of my juice. He was quick to learn that I was in seventh heaven and wasted no time to climb on me. He got on top of me with my legs in same position and locking our lips together; he placed his hot lund right over the pussy and gave a slight push to get the head in. I was dying his lund to explore and reach the deepest area where no other dick have ever touched. He slowly started building the pressure on my pussy and slowly moved in inch by inch. I know he could see both pain and pleasure in my eyes. I placed my hands on his ass and pushed him to encourage him to speed up.

With major part of his cock inside me, he gave one strong jerk and pushed it in fully. I was moaning madly. As I imagined my red hot meat touched the deepest area of mine and I was having the wildest orgasms of my life. Pradeep began to move back and forth and my soft tight pussy griping his cock with right amount of lubrication. He continued pumping me hard for about 10-15 mins in this position. I could feel that he was about to cum but this guy really had a tremendous energy. For my surprise he asked me to get up and lay on four, with my knees. I obeyed his orders as I too didn’t want this experience to end. He went from behind and started squeezing my breasts and slowly positioned his massive cock at my pussy entrance from behind. Then he entered my pussy again and started pumping me madly from behind. It was getting in more deeper now and both of us were enjoying it. It went on for a while till we both came at the same time. I got my second orgasm while he filled my pussy with his hot cum. We both lay in each other arms for around half an hour till he was ready again to satisfy me to the fullest. Frankly, this was my best sex experience so far. Pradeep is now in Delhi but has promised me that he would be back in Mumbai for a night before he leaves for London. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I had in reality. Pls write me your comments on [email protected].

Hi may name is Mukesh from Hyd. If any comments please may me on [email protected]. Dad left when I was 18, leaving mom and I in pretty good shape, a nice house, a good car, and enough money to go on with our life. I never could understand why he left. Mom was 34, blonde , beautiful, successful at her job. They never fought or argued, he just left. Mom always was considerate of me, paying attention to my concerns in school, listening to any problems I had as I went through the days. She would always ask me how my day was when I came in and genuinely listened as I told her about it. Listening is something that takes practice, really listening when I turned 19 I told her how shy I was around girls, which came as no surprise to her. She said I should ‘just be myself’, that girls would see things in me that would make it easier to talk to them, and she was right. I met a girl at school and even asked her out on a date, which mom heartily approved of. Unfortunately it turned out to be a disaster. Sheri was not as easy to talk with as I had hoped and nothing I did seemed to please her. She didn’t like the movie we went to, she didn’t like the place we went to eat, she didn’t like this or that. And to top it off, my car stalled in her driveway after the evening was over and I had to call my mom to come and pick me up. A bad date and then to be picked up by my mother. I was humiliated.

The worst of it though was that mom had been out for the evening,. She was dressed in a red dress that clung to her body and was made up to accentuate how pretty she was. Her dress was sort of short, displaying her long legs to their best. Her breasts were half exposed as the dress was cut very low. Just looking at her made me half hard. She told me she really shouldn’t be driving because she had been drinking. ‘Great, so now mom is drunk, too.’ a really bad evening since I rarely saw mom drink , just a glass of wine now and then, or maybe a cold beer on a hot day. I slid in behind the wheel and headed home, telling her all about the night. She listened sympathetically and reached over and patted my leg. ‘It will all be okay’ she said. But a very strange thing happened then. I turned a corner and she was caught off guard and swayed toward me just as I turned, just as she was reaching to pat my leg. Her hand landed on my crotch, her palm fully on my cock. She was embarrassed and apologized. ‘sorry , William, I shouldn’t have touched you there, it’s just that your turned and..’ I assured it was alright, but it embarrassed me too. What must she think, me with a hard on and her the only female around?

When we got home a few minutes later she told me again how embarrassed she was, only this time as she was talking she reached out and put her hand on my cock again. I didn’t know what to say.’ William it’s been 8 months since dad left. I was out looking to meet somebody, anybody even if just for the night when you called. Now we’re home and I still need…’ she didn’t finish because she had taken my hand and placed it on her right tit. I had never touched a girl’s tits and now my mom had put my hand on one and a damned nice one , too. She was a 34d and wasn’t wearing a bra. My face turned red as could be, but I didn’t move my hand away.’ I was just thinking’, she said,’ of how this night might have turned out . And it still could if you wanted it to, too.’ I nodded my head, afraid to talk because I was sure it would break the moment and she would make me stop.. Instead she took my other hand and put it on her crotch and looked at me. Just looked, questions in her eyes. ‘Oh yes.’ now I was sure how the evening would turn out, all my thoughts about how good looking she was, how much I thought about girls, how much I fantasized about touching them and seeing them naked were welling up in my mind. ‘You must never tell anybody… Don’t worry. I won’t.’ those were my last words for a while as she kissed me. Now I have to tell you, I love the look of my mom wearing bright red lipstick and as her face came closer to mine , our lips finally meeting I thought to myself how utterly perfect her mouth was. My lips parted as she slid her tongue into my mouth, sucking mine hungrily into hers. I felt her hands rubbing up and down my cock through my pants. She broke off the kiss to say ‘let’s get these clothes out of the way.’

Naked we resumed our kissing and I thought that was pretty good, but she took it up a notch when she sunk to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Just the thought of it and I was spurting in her mouth in only seconds. ‘That will never do William. If I’m going to fuck you (oh my god yes was all I could think) you have to hold off a bit.’ she took my cock in her mouth angina and started sucking it gently, licking up and down the shaft between taking it deep in her mouth. I was hard again in no thyme. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and pumped it , just like I did myself at night, and just like I when I did, I was cumming again in only another minute. ‘Now we have the two easy ones out of the way we can get down to some serious action.’ I had never imagined hearing my own mother talking like that but there it was. Again she sucked me hard but now she told me lick her pussy. My attention turned from my own pleasure to hers. She had shaved. Smooth as could bane she was own wet and her cunt was slightly swollen. ‘Eat me , William. Let me lay down and then get your mouth on me.’ I didn’t need to be told twice. Her juices were all over my chin. She thrust her cunt against my mouth and I thrust my tongue into her, alternately licking her pussy and sucking on her cit. Was hard as a steel rod when she told me to put in her. We changed positions , she on her hands and knees and me behind her with my cock leading the way. ‘Do it. Now. Hard.’

And I did. My first feel of a woman’s breast, my first blowjob and now my first fuck. And with mom. She backed up against my cock as it slid into her , all 7″ in one thrust. I started pumping into her, she started meeting me thrust for thrust. Moans and groans from her gave way to the most foul things coming from her mouth. ‘Fuck me fuck me hard. Drive your cock into my cunt. You love your mom’s cunt don’t you? Fuck me.’ more that I take in, but a constant stream of her telling me how she loved my cock, how she had wanted to fuck me for months, more about how good it felt having a big dick in her cunt. And then one last groan growing to a scream as she came at the same time I pumped my third load into for the evening. I don’t worry about dating anymore. I doubt if any school girl could give me as much as my mom. I doubt if any of them can fuck like her and frankly I’m not worried about finding out. I can fuck my mom anytime I want, afternoons after school, in the evening before we go to sleep, in the morning when we wake up. I no longer wonder why dad left, I’m just glad that he did. If he was still here I’m sure I wouldn’t be fucking my mom, the finest woman in my life.

It all began about 4 years ago. My daughter was in taking her shower and I needed to go into the bathroom so I walked in and we began to talk about how nice it would be to move to a house where someone could actually have privacy to take a shower or bath without interruptions. We were laughing about it as she turned off the water and opened the curtain. As I watched her reaching for the towel to dry off I noticed how much she had grown up. At 18 she was already big built, with breasts already hitting around a 38D, her arms and legs were muscular from playing sports. It was a good thing she was busy drying the water from her face and hair because otherwise she would have wondered why I was staring at her not as a mother but as someone who wanted to taste what her skin tasted like. I watched as a bead of water slide from her neck downwards between her breasts, wanting to follow it with my tongue as it rolled across her stomach moving downward to finally stop when it met the blonde curls covering her virgin mound. Suddenly I realized she was saying something to me as I pulled my gaze from her body up to look in her eyes. She was looking at me with a questioning gaze and I told her I was sorry that my mind had wondered off into space thinking about work. She laughed and shooed me out of the bathroom so she could get dressed. Walking out of there my legs felt shaky as I walked into my room shutting the door behind me. I walked over to the bed and laid down trying to slow my breathing, yelling at myself in my head for having sexual thoughts about my own daughter like that. Suddenly I realized even as I was feeling guilty about where my thought were going my hand had slid down my body, under my skirt, and my fingers were rubbing along my clit. Even as I fought it my mind went back to the bathroom only this time things were totally different after she opened the curtain. This time she knew I was looking at her in a way that had nothing to do with a mother/daughter and everything to do with domination and sex. I noticed a light flash on in her eyes as she watched me looking at her.

“Bitch get over her and dry me off, now bitch” she demanded. When I stood up and started to walk towards the towel she made a sound almost like a growl. “No you dumb cunt, scrawl to me, you have no need of the towel as you are going to lick the water off my body.” Without even thinking I dropped to my knees and crawled over to the shower stopping when I got to her. She lifted one leg up setting it on the edge of the tub waiting for me to start lapping the water off her like a dog would. I ran my tongue up the side of her leg but she lifted her foot shoving me backwards “You dumb cunt start at my foot and do it right this time.” She demanded of me. “Yes ma’am I am sorry, please forgive me ma’am” I said as I got back on my knees. I bent my head and began running my tongue between her toes, my tongue sliding around them before jerking upward as she yanked my hair,” Don’t just like them cunt, suck each toe dry before going to the next.” “Yes ma’am” I stammered before placing my mouth around her big toe sucking on it before licking and sucking the next. I continued licking over the rest of her foot, my tongue massaging along her instep and working up to her ankle. By the time I worked my way up to her knee she stopped me and stepped to the floor with that leg and made me start over with her other foot.

“You really are nothing but a dog aren’t you bitch?” she taunted “A worthless dog to crawl around doing my bidding.” I nodded my head as I worked my way up licking behind her knee, my hands wanting to reach up to touch her. She reached down shoving me backwards making me land on my back as she stepped over me reaching for the towel to wrap it around her hair. She moved over to sit on the commode lid “Cunt come here and dry my tits, maybe if you do it right you will get a reward”. I scrambled to my knees crawling over the hard tiles, raising up on my knees so my face was level with her full breasts. “Yes ma’am” I whispered before running my tongue around the outer edge of first one breast and then the other. My tongue circled inward towards her darkened nipples, my breathing was speeding up as I flicked my tongue across her “Cunt suck them, and it had better feel good or you will never touch me again.” my lips fastened around her hard nipple sucking as my tongue circled it, my other hand reached up and started to caress her other breast before she leaned back and slapped me hard across the face. “You stupid worthless bitch did I give you permission to touch me with your hands? Did I cunt?”

“No ma’am, I am sorry ma’am please forgive me” I stammered. “Then do it right slut.” she demanded. I went back to sucking first one and then the other nipple, my hands I held behind my back to keep from touching her like I wanted. She reached down, her hand tangling in my hair as she jerked my head back, the force of it bringing tears to my eyes. “Well you stupid whore even though you do not deserve it I will give you a reward but next time I had better not have to tell you what to do. Do you understand me bitch?” “Yes ma’am I will remember.” “Bitch you will address me as Mistress do you understand or are you to fucking stupid to remember that?” “Yes ma’am Mistress I will remember.” Without another word she yanked my head shoving my mouth against her pussy the smell of her intoxicating me as it drifted around me. “Please me cunt or you will pay dearly, as wouldn’t dad love to know about what his worthless whore wants to do to his baby girl” she laughed. Before I could utter a word she pushed her pussy tight against my mouth. She saw my hands moving around me towards her, she yanked back almost ripping my hair from my head, “you were not thinking of touching me were you bitch?” “No Mistress I cried out before she slammed my face back down grinding her pussy against me.”

My tongue started flicking back and forth across her clit pressing a little harder with each movement, her hand gripped my hair tighter on both side of my hair as I drew her hardening clit into my mouth sucking on it, teasing it with my teeth. “Come on bitch make show me you are worth something. Give me a reason to let you come near me.” I sucked harder on her clit, my tongue pressing against her moving up and down as she grinded against my face almost making it to where I couldn’t breath. “Fuck me with your tongue you filthy slut, make me cum.” my tongue moved down sliding into her pussy a little at a time. Licking along the walls tasting her, savoring each moment. “No you worthless cunt put your tongue all the way inside me. Let me feel you deep in my prissy.” As soon as I rammed my tongue as far as it would reach she yanked my hair pulling me back only to slam my face back hard against her. She continued doing it over and over using my head and tongue like a dildo slamming me harder and faster inside her. I could taste her juices as she started to cum, the sweet taste filling my mouth as I suck hard and fast trying not to miss any of it. “Yes whore, take all of me. Lap me up like the dog you are bitch.” She cried out as her body convulsed as she continued to cum. Finally she yanked me back, her breathing ragged as she looked down into my eyes. She leaned down and kissed me, her tongue sliding over my lips tasting herself on my lips. As she pulled back her hand scratched me behind my ear.” What a good doggie you are.

Maybe if your good I will let you do that again sometime. Now get out of here so I can get dressed bitch.” She shoved me away from her and turned toward the mirror totally ignoring me as though I was no longer there. Suddenly I was back laying on my bed, the fingers of one hand fucking myself as I pinched my clit with my other hand. My hips rocked upward straining. I screamed as orgasm after orgasm racked my body pulling me tight as a bow. The bed under me turning into a pool of my cum. My body started jerking from the intensity of it. My hand slowed till it was stroking across my pussy softly as the door flog open. “Mom what’s wrong I heard you screaming.” All I could do was look up into my daughters eyes, my body still moving but I could not utter a word as I felt her eyes taking in my sweat soaked body, my hand moving over me as I started masturbating all over again. “Oh mom.” was all she said before walking back out of the room. Any comments [email protected]

My name is Audra, 35 years old, and I am the mother of two kids Bill and Natalie aged 15 and 14 respectively. I work as an English teacher in a high school, and Bill is a student in my class. Bill says I am very attractive, and his classmates keep telling him he’s lucky to have a hot mom. Bill openly tells me that he and his friends admire my ample 38D pair, and the reason for that is because I have practiced very little modesty in covering them properly, much to the delight of my male students. Unfortunately, the same pair is also the reason for my students having scant interest and concentration in the subject, which I teach in the class. I have wavy dark brown hair, and blue eyes unlike my son and husband’s brown eyes, and a body, which I have obsessively maintained with strict workouts ever since I crossed 30. My husband has a business, which has been quite successful; therefore, I am among the few teachers in my school, who are quite rich considering their profession. The only problem is that my husband is away from home for almost 11 months an year, which means that most of the time there are only 3 occupants in our large house, with 4 bedrooms and a swimming pool. My husband is 40 years old, and both of us still have a very strong sex drive. Since it is impossible for me to be moving around with him, my and his sex life had taken a major blow.

After almost five years of marriage with less than five months of sex in it, my husband and I mutually agreed to have partners without any serious relationships just to satisfy our sexual hunger. I work as a teacher only to kill time, and have a straight life, though considering my husband’s income, I don’t need to work at all. Natalie has been growing up quite fast and looks just like me, and one day will have my breasts and my body. Both my kids are above average in their academics, and haven’t had any relationships so far, as they are still in the phase of maturing sexually. One night, just as I finished cooking dinner, I went to call my kids. Bill was not in his room and I went to check on Natalie. I was surprised to see that her door was closed. Without knocking I entered in, and to my shock saw Bill poised over Natalie, both naked, with Bill’s cock in her pussy. I stared with my mouth wide open, as Bill, looking at me, hurriedly removed his cock, just as streams of thick, white viscous fluid ejected from it onto Natalie’s bare skin and on the sheets on her bed. The first shot hit her square on her face, followed by her neck, breasts and remaining body. Both were sweating like dogs, and on seeing my face after having them caught in the act, turned pale. I watched in bewilderment as my son’s cock continue to ejaculate telltale stuff on my daughter’s skin and on the bed sheet, and cum dripping down Natalie’s face, onto her boobs.

After a long period of silence, in which Bill had soaked Natalie and the things in his vicinity with his enormous load of cum, I managed to open my mouth just to say Dinner is ready, I want you in the dining room in 5 minutes. You both might want to go and get cleaned up. referring to the mess they had made. Bill and Natalie both looked surprised as they were probably expecting a great telling off from their mother. I, however considering the absurdity of the moment, seeing my own children fucking each other, couldn’t manage to think of what to say. I hurried off to arrange the dishes on the table. Both my kids arrived at the table some time later and we had an extraordinarily quiet dinner, and the clinking of cutlery echoed across the room. After we had finished, I ordered both to wait in the living room like obedient kids, while I cleaned the dishes, thinking what I was going to say to them. I had almost forgotten all this while that my kids, whom I still, considered to be the simple chubby cheeks babies, had fully developed their reproductive power and had grown up quite a lot. I washed my hands and entered the living room, to see both of them, sitting quietly with their expressions pale.

I began slowly, What you were doing was not correct, and I am sparing you only because you both are too young to learn how to resist your sexual urges and while you might have resorted to having sex with each other only to satisfy yourselves temporarily, you must learn not to succumb to your biological urges in the future. I waited for the words to sink into both of them, and they both slowly nodded. Honestly, do you both understand the gravity of the situation? Natalie, you might have even become pregnant. How long have you both been doing this? Bill and Natalie looked at each other and then at me. About 3 weeks. Bill answered Daily? Silence. Yes, came the answer simultaneously from both. During what time of the day, and where? Hesitation. Then Natalie managed to speak up Nighttime, in my bedroom. Sometimes we do it in his bedroom. Oh dear, I sighed. And when did you get your last period? She tried to remember About two weeks ago. You sure? Yes. I thought about it carefully. If Natalie had got her period 2 weeks ago, then she must be in her most fertile phase right now. Thanks to my interruption today, Bill spurted his semen everywhere except Natalie’s vagina. If Bill had cum inside her pussy in the past few days the same way he did in front of me today in the bedroom, there was every chance that Natalie might be pregnant already. For at least another two weeks, I couldn’t allow Bill and Natalie to have sex at any cost. For that I had to make sure Bill doesn’t sneak out of his bedroom into Natalie’s at night.

Bill this is very risky. I can’t allow you to do this anymore. You are going to sleep with me at night, in my bedroom, every night starting now, until I can decide what to do about this later on. Both Bill and Natalie’s faces fell, and they looked disappointed. Kids, you must understand that I’m doing this for your own good. Anyway, its past bedtime know. Change into your nightdresses, it’s late, you and I both have got to go to school tomorrow. Come on, get going. Bill, I want you in my room in 10 minutes. I made my way to my room, to get ready to sleep, when I suddenly remembered that I used to sleep naked, and wondered how I would manage to do that know with Bill sleeping beside me. I closed the door, and began to undress just as Bill entered the room, and saw me my standing there with only my bra and panties on. Mom wow! he exclaimed softly beholding the sight before him. He stood there staring at my almost naked body for a long time. Bill, don’t look at me like that, I’m your mother. You’re embarrassing me. I said, even though I was blushing deeply and smiling. Could you close your eyes for a moment? I have got to remove these too, I said pointing at my bra and panty, And don’t open them, until I tell you too. I added. I hurriedly removed them, and got into bed and made sure the sheets covered me properly, before I asked him to open his eyes.

Are you going to sleep with me naked? Bill asked. I winced at the double meaning of Bill’s question, but still managed to reply, Yes dear, I always sleep like that. But even I’m going to sleep naked Bill told me. And why is that? I asked him wearily, surprised at this new development. Because I have been sleeping like that for the past one year. I thought about it for a long time. It wouldn’t be much of a problem, until the sheets covered both of us properly. Okay then, but don’t try to get too close to me. Bill began to undress, with me watching him. He didn’t mind me seeing him at all. Finally he pulled down his boxers, exposing his dick to me for the second time that day. I struggled to get my eyes off it. It must have been at least 8 inches long, and was an exact copy of the one Michael had, probably even bigger. He stood there just like that watching me, with my eyes focused on his flagpole, expecting me to make a comment. Why are you showing me that so proudly, I have seen well? though I had to admit that Bill had one of the finest dicks I had ever seen. Come on now, get into the bed.

Bill got into bed beside me when I realized that we had only one sheet to cover both of us, and it was quite small. I wasn’t sure if I had any spare sheet, and there was no way I was going to get up naked to search for it. It was quite cold and I was compelled to share a bit of sheet with him. The result was that Bill was now too close to me, and I felt goose bumps all over my body, just thinking about the fact that my son was naked, just a few inches beside his mother who was also naked. I tried to push the thought out my mind, switched off the light beside my bed and tried to sleep. But I constantly felt Bill’s dick poking me as we were sleeping quite close with our bodies touching each other. Bill shuffled around uncomfortably quite a lot for the next 15 minutes or so, when I asked him Are you alright? Why can’t you go to sleep? I need to do it before I got to sleep, you know. Do it with Natalie Bill answered? Are you nuts? You don’t understand why I made you sleep with me? But I need to have sex before I fall asleep, it makes me feel comfortable. You know, the secretion of the hormone oxytocin from the pituitary gland is responsible for making humans fall asleep after sex. I almost smiled at his usage of his biological knowledge as an excuse to have sex with Natalie. But I couldn’t allow him to do that. Well then go jerk off alone.

After a moment’s silence, Bill replied, It’s been a long time since I have done that, I’m not used to using my hand any more. If you could just allow me it would take only a few minutes. I can’t Bill, it’s too risky. The rate at which you have been fucking Natalie, I will be surprised if she isn’t pregnant already. At least wait for a few weeks and see if she gets her period, and then I can get her on the pill. You mean, I can fuck her after that? Bill asked. Silence again. I didn’t say that, I replied. Well that’s for me to decide later. Meanwhile, you’re going to stay away from her for at least three weeks. That’s too long, mom. It’s almost impossible for me to wait that long. I thought about it silently, and then said, You could have sex with me if you want too I mean if you’re fine with it. I didn’t mean to say that, the words just escaped from my mouth. Probably it was because I was starving of sex for a really long time that made me say that. I had abstained from sex for almost a month now. Bill’s eyes widened, his face showing bewilderment. Are you sure? He asked me. I considered changing my decision, but then it was too late. He was already kneeling on the bed with his flagpole proudly standing 8 inches long, waiting for me. I hesitated, but slowly pulled my sheets aside, exposing my naked body to my son. He had a wide boyish grin on his face and scanned my body with his eyes, and a loud Wow escaped his lips. I blushed at the compliment, and could not conceal a smile.

I lay flat on the bed and Bill got over me. My breathing quickened. I had not had sex with anybody for a very long time (except for a jerk who I met at the pub a month ago that was afraid to go beyond fingering me probably because I was at least 10 years older than him.) Bill slowly bent down with his face just inches from my nipples. I immediately guessed what he was going to do. Bill, I want to keep this short and simple. No complicated stuff. I said in response to his advance. I tried to push him away from my bosom, but at that moment, I felt his warm and wet tongue run up my breasts and give my nipple a lick. I gasped loudly in response to the immense pleasure, and felt my nipples becoming taut. I did not make any further attempts to push him away, Instead I pulled him closer, took his hand and guided it to my other breast. He understood, what he was to do, and I told him to be gentle. He then began to suck on my nipple and cupping and squeezing the other breast with his hand. He then repeated the act on my other nipple, and soon I could feel the heat build up around my pussy due to my wet pussy juices.

After a long period of ferocious sucking and nibbling, Bill moved downwards until he reached my pussy. I knew what he was about to do next, and though a part of my brain wanted to stop him, a long hunger and craving for the forbidden pleasure in the other part of my brain, prevented me from doing so, and I allowed him to continue. He stuck out his tongue, and began to lick my pussy like a hungry dog, clutching my clit with one of his hands, while using the other to pry my pussy lips apart, his tongue forcing its way into me deep dark hole. My moaning become louder with his steady licking and sucking on my clit and soon I lost control and had a very hard orgasm, drenching his face with my pussy juices. Bill seemed to enjoy the sight of his own mother cumming shamelessly in front of her son and got up and asked, You liked that mom? I decided to be honest. Yes son, I liked it very much, but I am your mother and I can’t allow you to do this everyday. Bill didn’t seem too happy with that, so I added, I mean, we could continue doing this for the next two weeks but I’m not sure about anything after that. Bill got off me, and lied down on the bed. Mom, don’t you think I deserve a payment for my services? he asked mischievously, with a wide grin, pointing me to his cock.

Oh dear, you naughty boy, I expected you to say that. I sighed, but at the same time moved towards him. My face was now millimeters from his cock, as I removed my tongue, and started licking its underside. His cock shot up in response at a breathtakingly high speed, and hit my face smearing his pre-cum on it. I could make out the unique smell, and proceeded to slowly suck his cock-head. I had learned how to give a blowjob, apart from various other things, from the experience with a long list of partners, and Michael was always impressed at my range of new techniques of pleasuring men, when he came home at the end of the year. I expertly ran my tongue around Bill’s 8 inches glans before opening my mouth wider to take all of it in. Bill moaned loudly, and said That’s just awesome, mom, I can’t believe my own mother is sucking her son’s dick so nicely. Where did you learn it? Bill’s compliment motivated me to further pleasure him, as I slowly took all of Bill’s 8 inches, inch by inch down my throat, and then deliberately gagged and choked on it, thereby heightening Bill’s pleasure. I pulled back, and his cock popped out of my throat, and I licked all of it with my tongue again, followed by deep throating it. The cycle continued for some time, when Bill groaned loudly and suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, and pulled his cock out. His cock jerked and spurted hot white cum all over my face. The first three shots caught me unawares, after which I instinctively wrapped my mouth around his cock and proceeded to swallow his remaining shots. I stirred his thick bitter cum using my tongue, in my mouth, registering its taste. Almost same as Michael’s, I thought, while I struggled to swallow his entire load, with more and more cum spilling out of my mouth onto my already cum-soaked face. Bill must have shot an additional 10 shots of his load inside my mouth, after the initial three unexpected sperm-assaults on my eyes and nose. His cock, after its powerful jerking, began to relax and shrink, while my tongue had to do some work, mopping up the mess Bill had created. The cleaning work continued for some time, as Bill relaxed for some time and his breathing soon returned to normal. His cock rose back up after a short break, and Bill looking at it saying, Enough foreplay mom, I can’t wait to get to the main thing.

I gladly responded to his demand and opened my legs to show him the entrance to the cavern, which his member was probably longing to explore. He placed his cock head at my pussy lips and slowly pushed forward. Well son, we haven’t got rubbers, and I’m not on the pill, so you’ve got to withdraw when you’re about to come. I reminded him. He nodded in approval. Further he went, stretching my hole, as I moaned slowly at the pleasure. He then brought his fingers forward to hold my clit, while he continued to push. I gasped loudly when he tugged my hood forward, and then pulled my pussy lips apart slowly while his extra large member was almost in. He pulled out, and I could see his cock glistening with my wetness. He pushed again, this time faster then before and soon his movements and our moaning and groaning became rhythmic. Soon I was so much deeply drowned in pleasure, I wasn’t afraid to scream when I came, not caring whether the sound could wake up others. I hadn’t had such a fierce orgasm like this in a long time, this being at least a ten times better than the first one, and my pussy continued to expel my cum juice out soaking our bodies and the sheets below us with goo. Bill thrust forward one last time and then groaned loudly, as I threw caution to the winds and wrapped my legs around his hips tightly, and manage to say in between my gasps Bill, please don’t withdraw, I want you to cum inside your Mommy. I really didn’t know what made me say that. At that moment I didn’t care about the future consequences. The fact that my son’s manhood was about to perform the ultimate act of copulation, which it was destined by nature to do, that too inside his own mother’s fertile garden, gave me immense pleasure. His cock expanded within me�and filled my womb with what felt like a boatload of his hot white cum. I almost felt the warmth of his semen splashing inside my pussy. He then collapsed above me, and both of us were breathing loudly and deeply with me groaning under his heavy weight. Mom, you allowed me to cum inside you. Why did you do that? Bill asked croakily, his voice showing exhaustion.

I felt ashamed to tell my son that the reason I didn’t want him to withdraw, was because I had succumbed to nature’s biological itch to procreate, and my son’s half a billion odd army was currently on its way to do the job they were always destined to do. There’s no use crying over spilt milk now, or rather spilt semen, I thought. I am very tired now, we’ll discuss it tomorrow, Goodnight, son. We felt thoroughly spent and worn out, and I fell asleep with Bill still on top of me. I opened my eyes and blinked in the bright sunlight, and saw Natalie standing at the entrance of the room, with her eyes and mouth wide open in shock, showing the same expression, I had showed them last night when I caught them both. This time I was caught in the act, while I struggled to get Bill off me. His cock was inside me all night, and when I pushed him aside his cock came out, showing clear evidence to Natalie what had transpired in this room last night. I can explain this. I told Natalie, as I put on a long shirt, which reached past my thighs, and made my way to the kitchen with Natalie behind me, and Bill still snoring in my bed. It was quite early, only 7 in the morning. While making breakfast I told her the entire episode that happened in my room, until I reached the part when I told Bill to remove his cock before he came, as we didn’t have condoms. But Bill’s cock was inside me when he did come, and it was inside all night long, thereby preventing any chance of his sperm leaking out, and hence all of it might have entered my womb.

I guess then we’ll both have to watch for our periods. I’ve always wanted a younger brother, mom. I hope my wish comes true. Natalie said with a wide grin. Anyway, she continued, Why didn’t Bill withdraw when he came? I clearly remembered the moment when I wrapped my legs around Bill to make him come inside me, and thought about the reason doing that. I�I didn’t want Bill to spoil the sheets with his load, because they get stained very easily. That was a half heartedly made up stupid excuse, to which Natalie replied, Mom, you can definitely think of a better reason then that. Oh forget it, I shrugged, as Bill entered the kitchen completely naked with his cock still standing tall. Natalie and I just stared at him mildly surprised at his naked entrance. You’re trying to show off your cock, aren’t you? Believe me, I’ve already told you, I’ve seen well than that. I said, even though I had to admit, that for his age, Bill had a wonderful cock. What were you both talking about? He asked. About the fact that you might have made two women pregnant in one night. I replied. It’s getting late, you both have got school, get going. That night, in my bedroom, I found Bill already undressed lying on the bed. On seeing me undress, his cock automatically shot up as though waiting for me to get into bed. Oh no Bill, not today, please, I am tired, I said, reading the expression on Bill’s face. Come on Mom, you agreed to have sex with me for the next two weeks. I don’t know, I forgot to buy condoms today. I wanted to be safe, you know

No problem mom, I assure you this time, I will remove my dick when I come. Bill, you know I’ve got a tendency to pull you hard onto me using my legs, it might happen again, just as it happened yesterday. Bill thought about it. We could try a change of position. Doggie-style, maybe He suggested. After a few moments of silence, I gave in. Fine. I undressed quickly and braced myself into position on the bed, as I felt Bill’s hands hold my hips, and the moment I felt his cock-head on my pussy, I jerked in response to the pleasure. He thrust forward harder this time, and I felt his dick go in a long way, as I moaned softly. After a long period of thrusting and pushing, Bill was panting heavily, and then suddenly groaned loudly, when I realized what was about to happen, Bill, Don’t forget to withdraw I said, even though I wanted him to cum inside me. Fortunately, Bill was slow to react, and my secret desire was fulfilled as I felt his cock inflate inside me and once again bath my cavern with gallons of his baby making cum. He fell on top of me the same way as before. Five minutes later, Natalie came into my room, and saw the same sight she saw earlier in the day. I knew I was going to see this she said, as Bill removed his cock covered with both my and his cum. Natalie was smiling and staring at my legs and I looked down to see a white stream of Bill’s cum trickling down my thigh.

Two weeks after that night, I got the results of my and Natalie’s pregnancy tests. Natalie very surprisingly escaped, in spite of the frequency at which she was having sex with Bill. I however got pregnant with a baby boy, which I owe to the large number of failed attempts of Bill trying not to expel his cum in my unprotected womb, during the last two weeks when he was sleeping with me, to stay away from Natalie. The weird think about all this is that, after taking so many measures to prevent Natalie from becoming pregnant, I myself ended up becoming pregnant. That night at dinner, I told Bill and Natalie that they were going to have a baby brother (Natalie was obviously delighted), and told them not to tell anyone it was Bill’s child. As for Michael, I just had to invent a story about a guy whom I met at the pub, and we had a one-night stand, and I forgot to take my pills on time. Considering Michael’s broad-mindedness, he said it was fine, and he was happy we were going to have another member in my family. I just have to make sure Natalie keeps taking her pills on time. Bill is trying to make most of the time when Michael is away, fucking both Natalie and me, though I have been having lesser and lesser vaginal sex on the doctor’s advice, to reduce the strain on my unborn son. I no longer have to visit the pub anymore, as my sexual needs have been satisfied by Bill all this time. Michael came to visit only after my baby was born, and thankfully he had inherited my eyes and looked like me, as I was scared of the fact that he would look like Michael and Bill, and Michael would guess there is something fishy. After my baby’s birth, Bill and Natalie both made friends at high school, and did not have to fuck each other to quench their sexual thirst. Bringing up the baby was a very good experience and one year later, I desired to become a mother again, and Bill was more than happy to father my child. (what ever story I wrote is just a story keep it in mind so that’s way I take western names not Indian name because I love Indian tradition.)

Hello all ISS fans. This is Abhishek Singh, a 18 years old boy from Delhi. I have written many stories in ISS from past one year. But from few weeks I have been quite for some personal reasons. But know there will be some blast from the past by me. Now I will write only insect stories in ISS and I am sure that u will enjoy too much. This story starts from here… I have to tell this story just as I have lived it and continue to live it. It’s about a woman’s lust, and yet more than lust — and no one word will do in categorizing it. To put it another way, it is lust multiplied and multiplied until it transcends itself and becomes something experienced but without a word to even connote it. You may be wondering what might produce such “exponential lust,” as I will call it. Yet a savvy reader such as you yourself who visits this virtual place or place in virtual space, must have a conjecture in mind. You may wonder: “Is the woman talking about discovering her sexuality after years of repression?” Or: “Is she going to tell us about how several men took her, initially against her will, their massively erect organs filling every eager moist cavern of her hot and sweat-drenched body?”

But might it be something else, this instance of exponential lust? Perhaps it is something in the interstices of conventional categories, something that, if it is given some typifying name, can only mislead? Might it be something that resists boundaries? (For instance, if an author may say so, might the misleading categories be those employed in this virtual place to locate this and other such stories in one and only one place?) Whatever you think, read on dear savvy reader, because in only a paragraph-moment you will see that only this last conjecture faintly approaches what the author of this somewhat torrid tale will now try to convey in words. As an experience as it has happened and is happening, lifting my life beyond anything I had known or even considered before it is indescribably delicious. At least to me! You, my reader, are entitled to your own opinion. Mother’s Watcher It all began on a quiet Saturday evening on an ordinary street in an ordinary suburb of one of those large urban places in the USA that teem with multitudes of people, some alone, some in pairs, others in crowds. We live on this street: my husband and I and our only child, our teenage son.

My husband had made us some drinks, put on some favorite background music, and dimmed the lights. I had completed my own preparations, wearing only that which I knew would produce the desired effect on my virile man: a lacy bra and panties, and, above all, the black spike-heeled shoes that accentuated my long and (I must say) very attractive legs. I was hot to trot! My man was still the handsome, thoughtful person I had married. Partly because he was still attracted to me, I had made special efforts to keep my figure trim, and, although my bust had changed in the usual way after becoming a mother, I saw that Don that’s my husband still found my pendulant breasts to be of erotic interest. But it turned out that this particular Saturday evening would be different. In one respect, it was different in what seemed to be a totally innocent and insignificant way: Bobbie, our son, would be staying home instead of cavorting somewhere else with his buddies. So there would not be the usual house-to-ourselves situation on that Saturday evening. Still, Bobbie was in his room, door closed, watching his TV or whatever.

I didn’t think about it one way or other as I left the bathroom, the warmth of the bath supplemented by my growing anticipation of Don’s caresses. The drink that Don had given me earlier had been a bit stronger than usual. And I had glimpsed a promising bulge in his shorts as Don had handed me the inviting drink with a big grin on his face. Perhaps that explains why I did not close the bedroom door as I entered that room to join him on our king size bed. For a long time we kissed, at first gently and lovingly, and then with growing passion. I felt Don’s knowing fingers on my back, and then my bra slipped off and soon I closed my eyes to enjoy the action of his lapping tongue and hot mouth on my now eager breasts. I let my hands play over his body as he did so, with a feathery touch over his still-covered but erect penis. I sensed its growth in size and urgency as I murmured encouraging words to show him how much I was enjoying the situation. “Mmm, that feels so good Don, I love it,” I whispered. As he enthusiastically sucked and as my nimble fingers caressed his swollen hidden manhood, I heard a light creaking noise, the sound of a nearby door, I now realize. But at the time I was too absorbed in my sensual pleasure to respond to what that sound might signify.

After a few moments, I felt Don’s tentative hand on my neck and I responded immediately. I usually knew what he desired just by such slight gestures, so I shifted my position. Kneeling above him, I tugged down his shorts and felt a liquid response at my core when his massive erect organ popped up into view. I reached to caress it lovingly and then moved down to a comfortable position and commenced to make love to my man’s cock. I licked the moist head and swirled my tongue around it, feeling it grow even harder, and then I engulfed it with my mouth. What a joy to suck my husband’s familiar but passionate prick! My juices began to flow as I heard Don whisper the words he knew would have that effect. “Oh, yes, I love it! Oh, you know how to suck! Oh, baby, keep doing that!” As I fervently sucked Don’s incredibly stiff cock, I heard a slight sound near the open bedroom door. This time my attention was drawn to it enough for me to open my eyes while continuing my mouth-loving adoration of my husband’s cock. There, at the door, was Bobbie! He didn’t move. He seemed frozen, utterly still. Despite the dimness of the room, I knew he could make out the nature of the scene. His Mom almost naked! His lustful Mom going down on his Dad’s massive cock! Both moaning with pleasure! At that point, without articulating it, I made a self-discovery.

I found myself transported into a new state of being. At first my skin tingled and goose bumps appeared everywhere. And then, after a moment or two: a state of utter lust! Suddenly, I wanted a cock in me! I wanted to be fucked! Better said: I wanted to be seen being fucked! Better: I wanted my son to see me being fucked! Who would have thought it! So I turned and, rapidly removing my panties, I spread wide, and in the process must have given Bobbie another sight to behold! His Mom spread-eagled on the bed, her blond bush and moist clit on display! And obviously eager to be fucked! I spread my legs still wider and high into the air, knowing that his eyes would devour my body, including those stiletto black shoes pointing to the ceiling. I wanted him to see me that way: his Mom as a lust-driven creature, needing to be fucked! “Fuck me, Don! Fuck me now!” I cried out. I wanted Bobbie to hear it! Just the knowledge that my son was hearing me say such a thing thrilled me, sending paths of electric sensation throughout my body, creating a sizzling liquid bath into which my husband’s hot and urgent prick now plunged. Bobbie was watching his Dad fuck his Mom! In and out! In and out! “I’m being fucked,” the thoughts emerged, cascading through my mind, “and my son is watching. His cock must be hard. He wants his Mom! In his dreams he’ll fuck me.” How utterly delicious! How incredibly erotic!

Then it seemed that I had a hundred orgasms! I was some organic equivalent to a pistol set on automatic. I groaned and moaned and cried out and just went wild! Then I fell back. Don, innocent of the extra erotic stimulus to which I had responded, also fell back, sweat-drenched and exhausted from all the pounding he had given me. He simply uttered “Whew! Wow babe!” When I glanced at the door, Bobbie was gone. That next morning, we sat around reading the Sunday New York Times and the local paper. I sipped my coffee and tried not to look Bobbie in the eyes as he munched on his breakfast cereal. Don was absorbed in the news of the day. When my eyes finally did meet those of Bobbie, he blushed and looked away and I felt my face redden. It took a few days for Bobbie and me to be able to talk to each other in any normal way, to get beyond mutual avoidance. Toward the end of the week, things seemed to be back to normal. But behind the appearance lies the reality.

I replayed that Saturday evening scene in my mind, over and over, becoming increasingly moist with lust and more lust. I wasn’t sure what would quench my thirst, my hunger, my craving. But what did I want? Beyond the idea of being watched again, I wasn’t sure. Would making love with Don ever be the same? In any case, he was far too busy with his work during the week to even think about sex. As the week went on, I became more and more obsessed with thoughts and feelings that I knew were not of the sort a mother should have concerning her son. Where feeling directs, action follows. On Thursday morning, I just happened to be wearing no bra and a loose shirt and just happened not to be wearing my panties as I squatted down to look for something I dropped just in front of Bobbie as he sat in a living room chair. As I spread my legs somewhat and leaned over to reach for the object, I felt myself grow wet as I surreptitiously observed how his eyes did a dance as they bounced from the curve of my breasts to the glistening folds of my vagina and then back to the breasts. In a moment, though, I caught myself from going any further with this shameless erotically charged display. I arose and left the room, my face hot with the excitement of forbidden thoughts and feelings.

As for Bobbie, the next day he spent all his time alone in his room. As part of cleaning up the house a bit as usual, I entered his room to empty the wastepaper basket, and found an extraordinary amount of used tissues in it. I knew what that meant and Bobbie knew that I knew it. We both blushed and he looked away as I quickly left the room. The episode generated a flow of my juices and I retired to my bed and lay there, thinking about him as he had been lying there on his bed, listening to a CD, wearing only his shorts. His tall muscular body was tanned from his exposure to the summer sun. As I lay there, picturing in my mind what I had seen, I remembered that as I glanced at him, avoiding his eyes, my eyes had been drawn to an obvious bulge. Surely his masturbation sessions just more of what he had been doing before that Saturday evening? But were they now consumed with a certain motherly focus? I blushed as I thought of my display of the day before. Yet I wanted him to see me in all possible sexual ways!

I tried to think of something else, but what came back to me instead was Saturday evening and Don’s words and my actions and, in the remembered dim light, Bobbie watching. Watching me suck his Dad’s cock! Seeing me spread wide and calling out to be fucked! Without even touching myself, a wave of ecstatic orgasmic pleasure swept across my body and then I fell back, relieved but for only the moment. Then it was Saturday evening again. As it turned out Bobbie had a date that evening. Don, coming out of his workaholic week of disinterest in sex, was hot and passionate as we lay in our bed and made out. Of course, the door to the bedroom was open. After all, we had the house to ourselves. Then, in the midst of a blissful moment while Don made love to my clit with his knowing tongue, I heard the faint sound of a door closing downstairs. The outer door! I was all ears as Don lapped at my suddenly more flowing juices. Then I heard the telltale sounds on the stairs. I knew it would be Bobbie! I was hot with the idea of it. I knew that Bobbie would have taken off his shoes and would now be climbing the steps with stealth, his heart beating rapidly, his entire body inflamed with the prospect of viewing more sexual scenes involving his own mother and father.

And I knew I would provide a fresh supply of such forbidden pictures for his next rounds of masturbatory fantasy! I shifted around so that Don and I were in the classical sixty-nine position, with my head as close to the open doorway as possible. I commenced to suck my man’s cock, while my own juices flowing into his eager mouth as Don flicked his hot tongue at my sensitive clit. I awaited the arrival of my peeking son! Then he was there! Inner words bubbled up out of the inferno of lust that his presence generated in me. Oh, Bobbie, yes, watch Mom! Watch her suck! Stay there and watch her be fucked! My mind reeled with the inner conversation. I was using it to multiply my arousal, and arranging the situation in such a way as to send myself into ever more heightened states of sexual delirium. It was exponential lust! Then Bobbie stood at the doorway, only a few feet away from us. I lifted my mouth from Don’s penis and swept my tongue around his balls. I had a sense of the startling impact this had on my audience! But it was not enough for me. I wanted to feel the reverberating effect of a still great impact on him!

Consumed with the idea of this something else, this something wilder, I shifted a little more so that one of Don’s legs was pointing straight at the ceiling. Then I let my tongue undertake an even more intimate journey across his legs, his balls, and finally – my face red and my heart pounding with the very idea of it – I kissed and licked his puckered anus. I seemed to hear an abrupt intake of breath, a gasp. And then my own reaction to that reaction: Probing the nether pungent hole, my tongue initiated a rapid in-and-out action. “Oh baby, that’s fantastic! Oh yes, do it!” Don cried in passionate surprise. Oh yes! Bobbie watching! Oh joy! I wanted him to see me doing this thing, making love to his Dad this way! In a moment, Don could take it no longer. “Oh, babe, let’s fuck!” he cried out. I turned and sat above him, grabbing his erect hot cock and enveloping it in my cauldron of boiling cunt-juices, then feeling it deep inside me! My back was now to Bobbie as I fucked my husband, up and down, rocking and rolling!

“Oh, yes, oh yes,” Don cried out. I felt myself swoon and then orgasmic throbs consumed me. Then, a few moments later, I fell against his chest as his spurting organ went into decline. Breathless, we lay there in each other’s arms. But my ears were tuned to the doorway. I heard a slight creaking sound. Bobbie would be on tiptoe, headed downstairs and out, where he would wait for a while and then “return” from his evening out. That was last Saturday evening. And now, I find myself engaged in mental rehearsals and revisions of tentative scripts for the next pornographic show to be staged for my secret watcher. I can guess what his reactions will be. In his room late in the night, early in the morning, at other random times, with his door closed, his body naked on the sheets, his boy-prick swollen with incestuous desire, and his mind a theater of taboo adventure, he will self-pleasure himself. He will imagine himself in the role of his Dad fucking his reckless and lustful mother. This story will continue. I want my watcher to see more! For him to see more, I must do more!

I rack my brain like a film director envisioning a scene that will have the desired effect on the audience. But, in my case, I know the desired effect is indirectly on me, taking his role in my mind, finding it exhilarating just to imagine myself in some wild state of abandonment and being watched by my son. I’m thrilled to think of it! Oh, I know, it’s wrong. But that’s why it is so delicious. Reader, do you have any ideas for what I should do next Saturday evening? Tell me! Tell me! I must go further! It’s too thrilling to stop! Sorry readers! The story is not real. Author’s message to all the readers. I Abhishek Singh am a call boy. I used to give services in the areas of I.P.EXT, mayur vihar phase-1 and 2, Shakarpur, Laxmi nagar, west Vinod nagar, mandawali, and all the places near by them. I am not to smart nor too handsome. But the thing which I have is my style and my attitude to fuck the girls and too pleasure out them. I guarantee their satisfaction and secrecy for 100%. My charge is Rs.180/- for one hour of one female. If you are interested then contact me at my email address at [email protected]. For orkut users my email address is [email protected]. So add me on orkut and enjoy your life because life fucks everyone.

Hello all ISS fans. This is Abhishek Singh, a 18 years old boy from Delhi. I have written many stories in ISS from past one year. But from few weeks I have been quite for some personal reasons. But know there will be some blast from the past by me. Now I will write only insect stories in ISS and I am sure that u will enjoy too much. This story starts from here… The sun slowly peered through the windows as the curtains softly rustled from the morning breeze blowing softly from the outside. Barbara laid beside me, her sweet naked form resting up against mine. Barbara’s soft, sweet, golden tan, slightly pudgy 5’9″ 160 pound, 38DD-28-38 body was pressed up against my 5’11” muscular 175 pound body as she had her back to me and I had my arms wrapped around her body one had resting on her stomach and the other covering her newly shaven pussy. As I laid there holding her, I reflected on the previous night, thinking about how stunning and ravishing she looked in her short black mini skirt and sexy top which revealed an ample amount of cleavage.

I also recalled how her hot body wriggled to the pumping volume of the music on the dance floor and that it beckoned to me as she bumped and grinded to the music and rubbed her hot body against mine as we moved together as one to the pulsating rhythms. Finally, I relived how her hot wet pussy gripped the sides of my cock as she rode me cowgirl style and that how when we were fucking missionary style, that her long luscious legs wrapped around me and pulled me in as her body moved under mine. As I reflected on all this things, I wondered how such a sweet and shy person on the outside could be such a sex crazed insatiable nymphomaniac on the inside and I thanked my lucky stars that she was my lover. Barbara stirred softly as she turned towards me and rubbed her soft sweet body next to mine. I figured she was about to wake up and I softly kissed on the lips and said “Good morning love,” to which she softly replied “Good morning darling.” Barbara stirred some more and then opened her eyes and as I was lying on my back, she crawled on top of me so that her soft warm body was on top of mine. Her supple breasts were pressed against my bare chest and she had positioned herself so that her pussy had taken in my rock hard pulsating 8 inch cock.

“Mmmmm good morning you handsome devil you,” Barbara purred like a contented kitten as she slowly began pumping my cock and planted a big long wet deep French kiss on me “You sure know how to make a woman feel alive,” Barbara added. “This has been the best damned birthday I have had in a long time.”

“I am glad I could make it special for you,” I replied “Oh baby, you have done more than make it special,” Barbara purred with delight. “You have made a self conscious middle aged woman feel sexy again and are the best damned nephew a woman could ever hope to have. Now it is my turn to thank you properly or last night so just lie back and let Aunt Barbara work her magic on you.” Barbara rode me slowly at first and then she built up speed. I just laid back and did what she said, enjoyed the ride. Next Barbara pulled me up so that now I was up right and our bodies were pressed together. “Nurse me baby,” she crooned lustfully as she held my head to her chest so I sucked on her tits as we continued to fuck. I could feel her pussy grip the sides of my cock and milk it like 1000’s of tiny velvety finger and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I spewed my load forth. At the same time, I could feel Barbara’s pussy quake and contract and knew that she was on the verge of coming as well.

It wouldn’t be long until we would both cum in unison. I felt Barbara’s juices begin to trickle over my cock then suddenly they were released like a mighty river as they covered my tool. This sent a signal to my brain telling my cock to release its load and I spunked my hot manhood deep into Barbara’s pussy. Barbara dismounted me and began licking the mixture of our juices from my cock. She would then spend the next 30 minutes sucking on my cock like a vacuum cleaner. During this time also her tit fucked me, wrapping those massive soft mams around my cock until I sprayed my load onto her buxom beauties and which afterwards she licked them clean with her tongue and what she couldn’t get with her tongue she rubbed into her skin like some kind of lotion. After our passionate morning sex session we showered got dressed and packed up the truck for a day at the river. We pulled our boat to our favorite spot where we spent most of the day just laying out, tanning, snacking on fried chicken and chips and drinking beer. Of course, we enjoyed good hot unbridled sex in the hot sun. Well as you can probably tell, Barbara and I are much more than just simple lovers, we are related as well. If you didn’t catch it in the story, she happens to be my aunt, my mother’s sister. So how did I come to be shagging my very own blood relative, well venture with me as we turn back the clock to the beginning and watch as the story unfolds.

Looking back on it, it is not completely beyond reason that Aunt Barbara and I would become lovers, because we had always been close and shared a bond deeper than most could even understand. Aunt Barbara was somewhat older than me, in fact she was ten years my senior, born when my mother was in her last year of college and had just given birth to my older sister Sharon. As most families do that are from a small town or who live out in the county, we all lived near each other. Mom’s mother was married early and had had all of her first three children by the time she was 18. Aunt Barbara was unplanned and was born when my grand mother had just turned 40. I came along ten years later after and Barbara took to me right off. She didn’t get along too well with my sister Sharon seeing that Barbara was more of a tomb boy and Sharon was more of the Princess type. When I was old enough to walk and talk, I took to Barbara right off and preferred to play with her. She considered me more of a little brother and playmate than a nephew and we shared secrets together that we would never share with any other.

As Barbara matured and came through puberty she blossomed early and was what you would consider “country.” More sophisticated people would refer to her as a “redneck” or even somewhat trashy but it didn’t bother me. For some reason I had always been attracted to that kind of girl so I guess unconsciously that made the attraction for Barbara even stronger. Barbara had also had a history of struggling with her weight but by the time she was in her twenties she gave up fighting and gave into “the inevitable” as she put it and decided to be happy with whom she was. As a result Barbara leveled out at around 155-160 pounds which for her bone structure was about 20-25 pounds over weight Even Though she was overweight she carried it well and fluctuated in clothing sizes between about a 14-16 ladies clothes Her attractiveness in the face and her bubbly personality more than made up for her weight and soon she could have any man she wanted and did. Barbara soon became known as the town tramp and by the time she was twenty five she decided she was having too much fun partying and too many responsibilities as a hairdresser to be tied down with kids so she decided to have her tubes tied.

By the time I began really noticing and taking an interest girls (by age 16) I had already developed a massive crush on Barbara who was now in her mid 20’s, and she knew about my crush on her and found it flattering. However, instead of patronizing me and making light of it, she actually encouraged it and the times when she would be alone with me she would go out of her way to dress skimpy. Her crush for me would take deeper roots because by this time, I had fully developed to my mature masculine form and now Barbara found me very attractive and sexually appealing but since I was still underage and for fear of my mom finding out, she tried to keep it toned down, at least while in public. Eventually, I would graduate from High school go off to college where I would study Business and accounting and after I received my MBA. Although I was several hundred miles away, the seeds of our lust would be taking root and Barbara would take ever step to keep them fertile. In college she would write I and sometimes the letters would be saucy and risqué but never anything outright sexual although one could infer it.. She would also sometimes include pictures of her in skimpy outfits and lingerie. My roommate asked who it was in the photos and I told him she was a friend of the family to which he replied “Damn I wish I had a friend like that.”

Meanwhile Mom and Dad had moved off with Grandmother to live closer to mom’s bother Stanley. After graduation, I moved back home to take over Dad’s old auto parts store and Barbara had taken over her mother’s hair styling salon called “A Cut Above.” When I arrived back home I called Barbara and told her I would like to come over and see her. “Sounds good sweetie,” she said anxious to see me. I also told her that my hair had been looking pretty scraggily and wondered if she could do something with it. Barbara suggested that I come that Saturday afternoon after I closed up shop and she would give me “the special spa treatment ” she referred to it as she had a devious giggle. Saturday came and after closing locking up the shop at around 12:30 or so, I arrived at her house in the country a little before one in the afternoon. Barbara’s hair salon was located adjacent to her house. In fact, it was a 900 square foot white wooden building which had been built on to the existing 3 bedroom 1,350 square foot white wood frame house and was separated from the house by a five foot closed in breezeway .

As I pulled up in my white auto parts pickup I saw Barbara’s pickup sitting outside. As I was waiting to turn in to her gravel driveway, I saw a hot little blonde number wearing a black tank top and a white short skirt. She got into a red convertible mustang and drove by me and as she did she looked at me and gave me an approving smile and a wink I went to the front door rang the bell. As the door opened I there stood Barbara looking like she had just woken up and threw something on but still she looked more ravishing than I had remembered. Barbara’s golden blonde hair which hadn’t been combed came down to her shoulders and was full, and naturally curly(wavy). You could almost say Barbara had what was referred to in the late 1980’s as “big hair.” The outfit she was wearing if you could call it that was blatantly revealing and would definitely be considered trashy. The only thing she was wearing was a see through black mesh robe with fake fur on the bottom that came to just below her hips and looked as if it had been fastened by only one small button at her bust line.

From the looks of Barbara, it looked like she had just gotten out off bed and rushed to throw something on but it didn’t matter to me how she was dressed. To be perfectly honest I kind of liked seeing her this way since it gave me an excuse to see her body. “Dave sweetie,” Barbara said in an energetic squeal as she hugged my neck and pulled me close to her as she planted a kiss on me. However, this was no ordinary “aunty” kiss, this was a hot steamy sensual kiss on the lips as she would rub her hot body against mine. The kiss that lasted for a good 30 or more seconds. As we kissed, Barbara removed any doubt about her feelings towards me. Her tongue began to probe my mouth and her hands found their way to my anatomy, one resting on the back of my butt and the other finding its way to the front of my tight jeans where she began running her hand over my crotch. In response, my hands found their way to her waist and with her help slipped underneath her outfit and this is when I found out she wasn’t wearing any panties and felt her newly shaven pussy.

“It’s so good to see you.,” Barbara said as she broke the kiss. “Come in, come in” she said taking me by the hand leading me to the couch as closed and locked the door behind her.

“Have a seat sweetie,” Barbara said as she went to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything, some lemonade, coke, juice, milk or something.”

“A coke would be great , thanks,” I replied. Barbara came in with a cup of coffee for her and a glass of coke with the can she had poured it from for me and sat down on the couch right beside me with her legs up where I could easily get a glimpse of her pink pussy. “So Dave honey, how was college life,” Barbara said as she lit up a cigarette and took a long puff then handed it to me. I took a puff and then told her college life was fun but I was glad to be back home. “Did ya miss you ole aunt Barbara,” she said with a naughty grin. “I bet ya forgot all about her while you were having fun chasing those cute little college girls around and scoring some nookie.” That was one thing I could say for Aunt Barbara, she didn’t mix words. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and had a reputation for having a trashy mouth. However, underneath that rough exterior was a true heart of gold, love and compassion. “Actually I did miss ya Barbara,” I said with a sigh. “It’s true that there were a lot of hot little college chicks there and to be honest yeah I did score some nookie with them but that was mostly with one night stands.”

“Hey nuttin wrong with that hun, Barbara proudly said. “You are talking to the queen of one night stands right here. Sometimes they are the best. At least you isn’t gotta put up with their shit.”

“Yeah tell me about it,” I replied. “Most of the college chicks I came into contact with were uppity spoiled little rich girls who were so full of themselves that they wouldn’t know a good man if he was dropped in their lap. To be honest with you, I rather spend time with a good ole down home backwoods country gal like yourself than those kind of girls I met in college.”

“You really mean it,” Barbara perked up with a smile. “You rather spend time with your ole aunt Barbara than some young college chick?”

“Hell yeah,” I replied. “At least with you I know I am going to have a fun time and it’s not going to be gimmie, gimme, gimmie all the time or pouting when you don’t get your way.”

“Damned straight,” Barbara said with a triumphant smile. “I may just be some simple back woods redneck gal, and may not be as rich as some of them preppy city girls but I have worked my fucking ass off to get what I have and I am damn fucking proud of it” “And I am proud of you too,” I added smiling at Barbara, and with that we hugged. “So you about ready for that special spa treatment I promised ya sweetie,” Barbara said changing the topic trying not to let me see her wipe here eyes. “Yeah that would be great,” I replied. “Well come on hun, take my hand and follow me.”

Barbara led me from her house through the breezeway and into her salon. She then told me to have a seat at the sink while she slipped out of her outfit and put on her black plastic cosmetologist robe. However, instead of fastening it she just left it open so I could see her sweet naked body. “Lean back sweetie and let me wash your hair,” Barbara said as she turned on the water. “Let me know if it gets too hot for ya.” Barbara washed my hair and as she did, she positioned herself in such a way that her sumptuous breasts hung over my mouth and even pressed against my lips. I wasn’t exactly sure but I figured she wanted me to touch them in some way so I boldly put my lips of her nipples and softly kissed them. To my surprise and pleasure Barbara didn’t object and allowed me to suck on them and run my tongue around them while she washed and rinsed my hair and then sat me up and led me over to the chair where she would cut my hair. “So how do ya want it sweetie,” Barbara said with a smile. “Just trim it up all around and make it not look so scruffy,” I replied Very well, Barbara said “Would you like me to use the clippers or shears,” Barbara said and before I could answer she added with a naughty grin “The shears allow me to get much more up close and personal.”

I didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out and I told her to use the shears. “Mmmmmmm I was hoping you would say that” and she began to cut my hair. Barbara would spend the next 15 minutes trimming my hair and she strategically positioned herself so I could feel her warm body next to mine. I deliberately put my hands down to the side of the chair and as she placed herself next to me I would stroke her leg, her butt and sometimes her pussy. “Come sweetie, let me take you to the back for the spa treatment,” Barbara said with a naughty grin. “Aunt Barbara is going to give you a massage you soon won’t forget.” Barbara told me to strip then to lie down on the table on my stomach and she disrobed and crawled on the table and put her legs apart so that her pussy was resting against the small of my back. Taking some coconut scented lotion she rubbed it on my back and it began to tingle like it had menthol in it. Barbara massaged my back and shoulder and around my neck and as she did she would lie on top of me and begin to nibble around my ears and whisper naughty sayings to me.

She moved her way down my back and then turned around and massaged my legs. I had never had a massage before but Barbara made it feel relaxing and stimulating at the same time. It was relaxing in the fact that my stress was going away yet it was stimulating in the fact that I was getting a serious hard-on. After Barbara had finished rubbing my back side she told me to turn over and I did. Barbara would then lie on top of me and we embraced as we kissed. All pretense had gone out of the window and it was clear what her intensions were. As we kissed our bodies moved together and our limbs would intertwine. Her pussy would grind up against my cock and she took her hand and positioned my tool so it slipped inside her pussy. She then raised up and began fucking me cowgirl style. “Oh god yes Dave honey,” Barbara purred “you don’t know how long I have fantasized about this moment. It feels even better than I could ever imagine.” I must say, Barbara’s pussy felt better than I could have ever imagined. Many a night I had wanked myself silly to Barbara’s pictures and longed for the time I would graduate and get to fuck her.

Barbara rode me long slow and intense and I put my hands on her hips to guide her motions. I could feel her pussy quiver and her juices trickle over my cock. That signaled my brain to tell my cock to swell with cum and spunk its load. “Oh yes Barbara I’m cumming,” I panted as I fought to hold it back. “Gimme all of you baby,” Barbara purred with delight. I wanna feel you hot manhood deep inside me.” I shot my monster load deep inside Barbara’s pussy and she crooned with delight as my hot jism went deep into her womanhood. “Lets continue this in my room sweetie,” Barbara said taking me by the hand and led me into the house naked and back to her room. She led me to the bathroom where we showered together an as we did we cleaned each other’s private parts. We then dried off and Barbara led me to her king sized water bed. Lying on her back she invited me to have my way with her as she said “I am your private little slut to do with as you please.” I laid on top of Barbara and began to kiss my way all over her body. I ran my tongue around her nipples and up and down her cleavage. I kissed my way down her torso until I reached her pussy. I then nibbled and bit the inside of her thighs as I would give her a half-dollar sized cherry red hickey.

I would then dive into her eagerly awaiting pussy and I used my tongue like a little cock. Barbara would take my head and hold it there as she grabbed my hair and bucked her hips up to fuck my face. Within a matter of minutes I would have her cumming flooding my face with her sweet nectar but she would beg for more and would want to get into hot and heavy 69 session with her on top as she would suck my cock. I had had many a blow job by a drunken college girl but I was yet to get one of them to swallow. Barbara would suck on my cock until I exploded and then she drank down all my cum, not missing a drop. She would then mount me again and ride me cowgirl style but this time she would pull me up so that now we were embraced and rocking back and forth as we kissed. It was all I could do to keep from cumming I was so hot and horny and I spunked my load deep inside of her. Barbara then turned over and let me lie on top of her. We took about a 15 minute break just kissing and caressing as our bodies rubbed together. This would allow me to regain my stamina and within a matter of minutes I was hard and ready to go again.

I slipped my cock inside Barbara’s pussy and she wrapped her long luscious legs around my body. We fucked in this position as our souls became one. The world around us just faded away and soon we were aware of nothing but each other. The only sound was the sound of our heartbeats beating in unison. Barbara and I fucked like a well oiled machine. I could feel her sugar walls grip the sides of my cock like 1000’s of tiny satiny silk fingers stroking it. I knew it wouldn’t be long until either of us would cum again. Deep inside I could feel my cock swell with cum and I could feel Barbara’s pussy quiver and her juices begin to trickle over my cock. When I could hold back no longer I let go of my monster load deep inside Barbara’s pussy. She responded by flooding my cock with her sweet sticky cream. We held each other as we came own from or orgasmic high and Barbara turned me over and began to lick the mixture of our juices from my cock and sucked on my cock until I was hard again. Taking my cock between her breasts Barbara would tit fuck me until I spunked my load all over her face chest lips and hair She would then massage it into her skin like a cream and licked it from her lips.

By now it was almost 4:30 P.M. and we were both famished so we showered dressed and went out for an early dinner at the new Italian restaurant that had just opened. After dinner we went for some drinks and dancing until 10ish and then came home where we would make hot sweet monkey love until the wee hours of the morning. Barbara and I would spend all weekend making love and on Sunday her friend Nancy that I had seen leave when I came up dropped by and joined us for the rest of the night. She and Barbara would treat me to a hot lesbo show and then would get me down for a hot torrid 3-some. Over time Barbara and I would grow more and more in love and on her birthday I would take her out for a night on the town and a hot sex session at home, which is where this story begins. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever imagine being Barbara’s lover but now I can’t see myself being anything other but that. Since then, Nancy has become a regular part of our love nest and on weekends she and Barbara go at each other then turn their attention to me. I guess some guys are lucky and I thank my stars above that I am one of those lucky guys.

Hi, I am Chandra sekhar living in Hyderabad, in Secunderabad, I am second year now when I was first year in college a incident had happened. Before that I have to tell about the facility how I got. When I was there in first year there was no bus facility from my house to main bus stop because of some sewage repair. When I was in first year our college was till half a day because we were fresher’s. I use to go walk from my home to main bus stop it about two kilo meters in between if I get bus I use to catch the bus in afternoon I use to got down at the stop of before main stop because it is near to my house it is about a kilometer. I use to walk and come to my home. On the way to my home one day A aunty called me from an apartment, she was about 34-36-42 nice average and very sexy. I went up thing that she need something from shop. I knock the door of third floor, I hearted the voice that the door was open I pushed the door it was opened I went inside I saw the lady wearing light blue color nighty she didn’t were a bra and panty she was very sexy and her pink boobs were nicely visible with black nipples. She came near me and hugged, I was freighted and asked her want she want? She told me that she want love with me.

I was frighten and came down while coming down a thought came to my mind saying that it is an nice opportunity for me. Then I make up the mind and went u and knock the door she opened it and told me that she knows I will come again. I kept my bag there she brought cold juices I drank it and sat beside her and started rubbing her naked hands. I kissed in French type this was my first French kiss her tongue was playing with my tongue her saliva went into my mouth she started removing my shirt buttons, then banain. I was getting a green signal that I have to remove her nighty. I broke the kiss and removed the nighty I saw a women’s breast for first time in my life, I licked it and sucked it was very tasty I have suck them for ten minutes she had organism for first time I have sensed it through the underwear she was wearing. I removed my jeans and underwear she shocked to her my 7″ tool. I removed her underwear and started licking her hairy cut it was very nice. I am a nice pussy eater. I ate it for 20 minutes then she has cummed. While cumming she made very nice beautiful sounds that is ooooooo pls eat fast men eat it I want eating. She has dropped all the juices on my face and in my mouth I drank it after that I started eating her pussy pressing her boobs now she had told me to insert my tool. I was worried that how my 7″ inch long 3″ inch fat tool go inside her pussy.

She was laying on the bed I have done her legs far then started inserting my tool I was very hard for me and to her but she guided me within seconds I inserted half and started messaging here boobs then I gave a string stroke. This time my full cock went inside her now I was full in mood I have giving her strokes she was screaming that go slow but I was in mood for first time in my life after some time she was in heaven I have bitten her lips in the love of mad I saw later. Now after ten minutes she had organism after 5 minutes I was cumming I have told her that I am cumming she told me that your wish I was not able to remove because of stiffness and I don’t want to let my mood out. Now I have started giving hard and hard she to started another organism we both cummed at a time. After cumming I was felling tired I collapsed on her for two minutes then I got up I saw some blood stains on bed sheet and on my tool I went to bathroom then cleaned she also had followed me. We both have washed came to bedroom now she gave me nice blow job to me it very nice every drop of my semen has not wasted all that was dranked my her. After that she have told that she was having two sons and here husband was not satisfying her. And she had paid me some money. We will be meeting in some cases. Any mothers, aunties, girls, widowers etc from Hyderabad and Secuenderabad can contact me at [email protected]. Secrecy will be maintained 100%. Pls send your replies.