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Neo here again, with a lovely softcore, this time. Me and My sis just enjoyed two times and she was getting sexier and horny. After that theatre time, we didn’t got lonely time to have it again. One fine day we were alone, but she had to study as her exams were near and one of her friend, a boy named Amit, was going to come to study with her. He came, sat on sofa, my sis got water for him, while she was giving him water, he was starring at her, from top to bottom and specially at boobs. She was wearing tshirt and jeans. She, “Ok, come in my room.” She walked to her room. As he stood, I just asked him, “did you like her…” He, “What?” Me, “Be frank. I saw you the way you were looking at my sis. See, all boys are same and have some lust for girls, even when they are good friends.” He was standing speechless. I remain silent for a moment, then, “Tell you one thing, Try out yourself for her and who knows she gives you good time. Try it out today itself. It’s time. I will leave you two alone.” I left home, just to make them feel alone, telling my sis that I will only return after 2 hours.

They went inside her room. I thought to myself, there must be happening today itself. I returned home, in 30 minutes to find out for any action initiated. I opened door silently and went inside without making noise. Peeped through door hole and they we studying. Waited there for 10 minutes but they were studying only. I stood up and just then heard some giggling noise and again peeped through hole. I was able to hear their conversation. They had put some bet, sis was telling him, “you cannot get nude in front of any girl.” Well this was a bold sentence, never thought she can ask to a boy other than me. And this question to this guy seemed perfect as he is a shy boy. He throwed same question to her, “This applies to you too. I can atleast stand in underwear, I am sure you will not even do that.” She was fast, “Bet?” He, “I bet, you can’t even do that now in front of me. Bet for Rs. 500 if you do.” She warned him, “Don’t bet here, you will lose.” Boy was clever, I never thought, he throwed one more bet, “Rs. 500 if you stand in undergarments, I mean just bra and panty, and Rs. 1000 if you get fully naked.” She again asked, “Are you sure? Put your money first here.” He took out Rs. 1500 and put in front of her, “500 or 1000 or 1500?” She, “1500 for what?” Amit, “For remaining naked for 10 minutes.” She, ok.”

My excitement was growing and growing. She stood, took off her tshirt and jeans in one round. Remain still for a moment. Amit, “wow you have beautiful body. Nice figure and cuts. So, shall I take my 1000 back?” She removed her bra and panty in next move and remained stood. “Start counting 10 minutes.” She was standing nude in front of a boy, with no reaction of shyness. Amit, “can you please spread your legs…” She made her legs wide. Amit, “hmmm nice pussy, shaved, and pinkish…You know your boobs are perfect shape and any boy would like to touch it and suck your nipples. Your nipples seems standing and erect, may be you are getting hornier.” My boy, he was using sexy language and I know my sis would definitely get wet with such talks and get him riding. Amit, “Just turn behind….and bend” She does. She was acting like a slave. Her juices were already dripping from her legs. Amit, “Your ass, perfect, superb to fuck it.” She without any instruction spread her ass, “now what you think about this…” Then, she got on bed, layed in front of him and spread her legs, showing him her pussy, spreading her pussy lips, “now what you think about this hole, I guess a perfect hole to get inside….hmmmmm” She started fingering herself, deep inside and moaning, “aaahhhhh….yesss…….uumm….I guess you like

This…..come on” Amit, played right strokes and get the century….he quickly removed his clothes and got on top of her, kissing her passionately and wild, pressing her nipples, “wow, I needed you so much, and much before…till the time I saw you I wanted to fuck you and now…” My sis places her lips on his and sucks his tongue, stroking his dick softly and placing at her entrance. Amit, “don’t you need licking and sucking down there…” Sis, “I am already wet down and you will easily slide…” Amit had 8″ dick, but it slide easily inside and he was pumping real hard, both were moaning loud, “aaaahhhhhhhh yyesssssssssssss fuckk me harder…..deeperrrrrr yyesssssssssssssssss” He was ramming her hard inside and soon he shooted his loads of cum deep inside her pussy. I never did that, but he did and she didn’t mind it. She hold him tight while his cum released from his dick and filling her pussy. She too came to climax and her juices and his cum were both running down her pussy. They layed there of a moment and then get up to clean themselves.

Got in bathroom and Amit again took charge. He made her lay on floor and spread her pussy lips. He inserted his finger inside her pussy and get his cum out. Sis took his finger and licked it clean. They had just enjoyed for 15 minutes. Cleaning them from pussy, Amit was still hungry, made sis sit in doggy style and wanted to fuck her in ass. Got some cream and applied in her ass and Sis, “what are you doing?” Before she can get some answer in voice form, his dick was already pressing inside her ass. Sis, “its paining hard….aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh” Amit, “You will enjoy soon like pussy fucking…” Soon again he was on speed track and fucking her real hard in ass, and she too started enjoying, pressing herself towards him to get him more deeper….”yesss fuckkk me harder….deeper….aaaahhhhh….” And, then he shooted his cum again and this time on her back and outside ass.

Sis got really exhausted with this hard fucking session. After Amit left home, she almost went into deep sleep. Her face was glowing and smiling in sleep, may she was dreaming another fuck from Amit. I just enjoyed watching them and getting sis real hard and pleasurable fucking. Anyone interested in sex film script writing or story writing can contact me at: [email protected] Gals can email me on [email protected] to have online chat with cam.

Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here..”Did your brother force you?” asked the doctor.”No” she said, “I seduced him.” It was at a marriage reception that Dr. Gopika, gynaecologist in a local medical college hospital, who knew of my interest in human sexual behaviour, told me about a diary of a former young patient of hers that she thought may be of value to me. The next day itself I collected the roll of loose sheets tied up with string. It was not a diary really; the girl had jotted down certain happenings in her life on paper cut out from her old school notebooks. The girl wrote in Tamil in her print like hand. I present my translation hoping that I have managed to preserve the tone of her writing. Apart from excluding matter of no relevance to the story I have not tampered with the text.

I once considered as unrealistic stories and movies in which lovers crazed by unfulfilled love hold hands and jump off cliffs. Not any more. I now know there is no limit to what lovers can do when in the frenzy of their passion. I am afflicted. No, I am not thinking of jumping off cliffs. I want to do something even more frightening than that. Movie story writers will not dare deal with the theme of my affliction. The person to whom I have lost my heart is my blood brother. Incest they say is against nature. Religions prohibit it, and it is against law of this land. All very good reasons to steer clear of it, but I have no control over my feelings. My brother loves me too, which is natural enough; but I do not know if is it just the deep love a brother has for his only sister, or I am in his sexual fantasies. Most of the time when he looks at me it does not affect me, but at times there is something in the look that sends a thrill through my body. If he were to call me at those times he pronounces my name Mahesh with an intonation that quite blows me over. Deep down I am sure he has sexual thoughts about me at those times. My greatest worry is that he might develop interest in another girl. The very thought of his being with another girl gets me tensed up. I will not allow that to happen, I won’t.

I do not know how it started. I always loved my only brother as any sister would. In my eighteenth year he became the object of my sexual fantasies. Maybe all sisters hold their older brothers as their fantasy objects at some phase in their lives. In my case however it became more intense till it is now all absorbing. His image is in my mind’s eye all the time. When I see a man’s face in a poster the face changes to that of my brother. At times young men who come to my counter in the department store where I am a sales person look so like my brother that I smile at them in an intimate way. Some of these men get excited; I have put on a stern face to shake them off. I think of him and him alone while masturbating which I seem to be doing very often these days. My brother, who at 23 is two years older then me, is quite ordinary looking: medium height and medium build with a somewhat flat face. His eyes are not particularly large but they sparkle. May be only I see the sparkle for he has not been doing too well in job interviews. He is a clerk in a shop selling bicycles. Nothing much, but better than driving an auto that my father did almost till a few days before his death. My job is better too than my mother’s; she has been a top servant woman for as long as I can remember.

My brother is a gentle person. He always wants to help others. Everyone in our street likes him. We live in a crowded by-lane in Purasawalkam. Even by Chennai standards it is dense with people. The children call him Mano anna (elder brother) and the grown ups call him Mano thambi (younger brother). There are two girls in the houses opposite ours who have an eye on my brother. One of them is quite pretty. They are very friendly with me because I am his sister. Little do they know that I consider them my rivals and hate them from the bottom of my heart.

I love Mondays. It is my off day. His office time is ten. My mother leaves at seven after preparing rice cakes for our breakfast. My mother and I are up early. We take our bath before the brother who is a late riser. He needs hot water. When I ask my mother why I do not get hot water for my bath (except on very cold days in January) she says that women must do with cold water. Ours is a society in which men get everything. When we have chicken for dinner my brother gets the drum sticks, one for lunch and one for supper. My mother and I have to do with the wings. On Mondays I can watch my brother take his bath by peeping from an opening I have enlarged in the kitchen window. He takes his bath in the open. He wears a thin towel round his waist. When it gets wet it sticks to his genitals, and I watch with fascination. His scrotum is funny. Just before he pours water on himself I can see it hanging loose. As soon as he wets himself it becomes tight. The penis is a funny thing too. At times it is small and shrivelled, and at times it becomes thicker and longer. I believe the penis becomes thick and hard during sexual intercourse. I have not seen an erect one in man. I have seen it many times in the donkey of a dhobi who lives nearby. His donkey often strays into our area. Its cock becomes really long and thick. Once it was standing behind a female donkey and was nibbling its tail. Its cock was monstrous. I wanted to see how the cock goes into the female donkey’s vagina. Then inexplicably the female donkey ran away. I was disappointed. It is funny isn’t that the only two organs in the body that change visibly in shape are the parts of male’s genitals. Does it mean that the male is more powerful than the female and is entitled to both the drum sticks?

I can feel by the way a man looks at me whether he is just appreciating me as a woman or is eating me up with lust. I suppose all women get the feeling. With my brother I am not sure. At times I feel it is not quite brotherly appreciation of a sister. I wish he would look at me with lust that so many who come to my store do. I must be pretty for them to do so. My mother thinks I am the prettiest girl in the neighbourhood. I do not think so; the girl in the opposite house I have spoken about before is much prettier. I like to think that I resemble actress Snega. Her face I fancy is like mine, or rather the other way about. She is much taller though. All the girls I know think they resemble one actress or the other. My brother likes actress Meera Jasmine. He has a picture of her stuck to the inside of his cupboard door. I approve of his choice. She is about my height and build. The actor I like is Vijay. My brother does not understand what I see in someone who looks like any young man in the street. I like him because he has a distant resemblance to my brother: size, body structure and shape of the head. The face is different. Like my brother Vijay is also slow to show emotion. I am able to relate to him. I cannot relate to a he-man like Vikram who is my brother’s favourite actor. Movies and movie songs are the only entertainment for most people in this country. We rarely visit theatres. It is too expensive for us. There are so many movies on TV each day in the many channels that one need not go to theatres to see them unless you want to see them fresh. I do not like TV serials. In an effort to end each episode on a high note the producers distort the stories. Moreover in serials most of the characters seem to be bad people. That is not so in movies, and certainly not so in real life.

I like love scenes. I used to think that only men want fight scenes. It is not so. Many women like it too. I close my eyes during the fight scenes, especially when Vijay is involved. I am disappointed with the way lover do their part in our movies. With all that paint on the face, and the lights and the heat, and the dozen technicians watching it is not easy to do love scenes realistically. I am not bothered if the actors are not doing it well. I imagine it is my brother and I who are making love and I do a very good job of it. At times I do it so well that I become very moist in my pussy and I have to wash myself.

Today is to me a day that I have been dreading, but which most girls would be eagerly waiting for—a young man is visiting my home to ‘view’ me, an essential first step in arranging matches. It turned out to be the most memorable day in my life. The reason why it is memorable day has nothing to do with the man who visited. A week before I could sense that the day of ‘bride viewing’ was not far off. Mother was extra kind to me, and when our eyes met she smiled an oily smile. On Saturday we had chicken for lunch and surprise of surprises I got to eat one whole drum stick. Shortly after that she told me that the next day the boy with his parents and an uncle are visiting. I protested, but mother promised that nothing will happen without my consent. During the course of the day she told me about them apparently to get me into a receptive frame of mind. It seems the father and son are owners of a busy shop in nearby Tana Street, and that they own double storey brick house and not single storey partly thatched one like what we own, and so on and so forth.

“What harm is there in just allowing them a visit,” said my brother. I had no choice but to agree. They came an hour late. That was the custom. Later when we serve snacks and coffee the father or the uncle would say that they had coffee in a friend’s house just before they came here. This was to give the impression that they had viewed another girl, and that we had competition. I had to remain inside till called for. Of course I could see them from my hide. In this case there was only one young man in the party, but on occasions the girl will have the problem of decided which of the men was the hero of the day. My man was of medium height and lean. The mother did not seem formidable, and his only sister, a married woman, was not traditional sister-in-law material. Of the two older men I decided, for some unexplainable reason, that the fatter one was the uncle. It turned out to be so.

For some time the talk was about friends and relatives in the hope of finding a common friend. Mother then offered snacks which after the usual protest they accepted. She served jangiri, a sweet, and muruku, a savoury. They will of course eat with their fingers. The important point in tradition is that the items served should be so dry that there would be no need to wash hands. Washing hands is bad omen. It was my duty to serve coffee. I dressed in my best sari, replaced my trinket ear rings for real gold ones, and my gilded neck ornament for real gold chain. Like all girls, whether willing or not for the arrangement, I came out in my very best. Therein lay an important point in female psychology—no girl likes rejection. At a signal from my mother I stepped in rather like a circus animal entering the ring. I carried a tray with coffee in stainless steel tumblers. I offered coffee to the father and the uncle and then to the young man. To serve women before the senior men was unthinkable. I did not meet the eye of the young man when I offered him coffee. The mother smiled and so did the sister. I rather liked the sister. They seemed pleased.

I did not have to face pressure from my mother to say yes to the offer. It was true that the father owned a shop and that his business flourished, but it was a shop selling Indian made foreign liquor, namely brandy and whisky. Selling liquor is not respectable, especially with my mother who had enough problems with a husband was never missed his daily dose of arrack, an Indian made Indian liquor. We gave the usual excuse that I wished to do ‘further studies’.”Please leave me alone,” I told mother. Later when I was alone in the room with my brother I told him not to bother me with more offers unless it is someone so like him that there was no difference.”I that case I must offer myself,” he said.”That is what I dream of,” I said. I met his eye and smiled coquettishly. He smiled a very loving and tender smile. “Mischievous imp,” he said and catching me by the head he kissed me on the cheek. Brothers and fathers kissing grown up sisters or daughters is not the practice in our culture. This first kiss sent a thrill down my spine.”What about the other one,” I said. My voice quavered for I was trembling. He kissed my other cheek.

“What about this,” I said pointing to my pouting lips. We then hugged and kissed on the lips as if we were lovers. As far as I was concerned we were indeed lovers from that moment on. This bride viewing episode brought me to crisis point. If I let it drift my life would go waste. Life without my brother was not possible. I wept my eyes out. Early that morning came the realisation that self pity would not solve my problem. I had to take the lead; my brother cannot do that. I have to show the nature of my love for him in a way that left no room for doubt. The burden was solely on my shoulders. I steeled myself to the resolve that I would not shed any tears on this score from now on. I had to device some plan to declare my love for him. I mulled over it and came out with a plan.

Birthday celebrations are not part of Purasawalkam by-lane customs. My mother tells me that in the house where she does top work birthdays are important. Cake cutting, candle blowing, and singing the birthday song are routine, and when it is a child’s birthday the parents organise games to which all the friends of the child are invited. In the corporation school I studied birthday babies did not come to school with a bag of sweets to distribute to her classmates. Neither was birthday considered at home. I wanted to break new ground.”Saturday is your birthday Mano,” I said one morning. “I am inviting you to a movie.””Hey, thank you Mahesh, but why this new form of celebration.””To brighten our dull lives,” I said.

I rode side-saddle perched precariously on my brother’s two wheeler’s tiny back seat. I held him tight by the waist. It I not often that I get a chance to ride on the back of his two wheeler (I do not have a licence to drive). It was a thrilling ride embracing my brother by the waist. I got the tickets at Abirami complex of theatres. We got in and took our seats. I had chosen a movie that was only a few days to go before change. The few patrons were mostly young couples. This was what I had planned for. The couples have not come to watch the movie but cuddle and kiss and fondle.”What are you looking for,” asked my brother.”For better seats.””Are these not good enough?””Not for a birthday boy,” I said. I found what I wanted and we moved there.”I do not see anything special in these seats,” said my brother. To our left two seats away there was a couple, and another couple directly in the row in front of us. This was what I was looking for. One or the other, or maybe both are sure to put on a show. That was what I was after. I of course did not explain that to my brother. I waited and hoped.

How long the couple two seats away in our row were waiting for this opportunity one knows not, but they commenced action even before the titles display was over. The girl leaned back and rested her head on his shoulders. His hand slid under her pallav. She must have undone the blouse buttons and was not using bra. From where we sat I could see his hand fondling her bare breasts, big ones. It was clearly a well practised routine. Mano was darting glances in their direction too, and I could see a bulge forming over the front of his pants. I was already wet. I folded the arm rest dividing my seat from Mano’s and slid towards him till our thighs and bodies were in contact. I folded my hands round his arm and rested by head on his shoulders. He tenderly brought his other hand round and rubbed my cheek and then my forehead and then swiped his palms across my face down to my neck. I moaned and nestled closer to him.”Can you see the couple next to us Mano?” I said in a whisper.”I can Magesh.”

“Do you think it is proper?””Why not? Do you think it is improper? If so we can move to another seat.””I like to see them that way. It is lovely. Do you think it is lovely too?””Yes I do.””Would you like to do the same?”

“What a funny question.””Anyway answer.””I would, of course. Which young man would not?””Then what prevents you.””The girl is missing.””What am I? A boy?””You are my sister.””What if?””It’s not done.””Who said it?””It is generally known to be wrong.””Suppose the sister wants it?””Do you?””Desperately; passionately, please Mano darling do.” I did not wait for his response. I had already undone the blouse hooks when I was sliding towards him. I was not wearing bra that evening. I turned my body partly away from him just as the other girl was doing, and taking hold of his right hand which was nearest to me I took it round my back and placed it on my bare right breast. I prayed that he would not be shocked and withdraw his hands and chide me. He did not. His soft hand on my breast produced a sensation that can only be described as delicious. His first touch was hesitant, but then he gained confidence and he gently played with my breast. My breasts, though not quite up to the level of our neighbour’s, were quite an impressive pair. I pushed myself closer to him, so close that there was no more to go.

My blouse was open but covered by my loosely drawn pallav which I had left long for the occasion. I turned a little more to my right and reached for and took hold of his other hand and placed it on the other breast. Now he was fondling both breasts. Then his hand on my left breast wandered to my abdomen and went on to explore the space below the sari pleats at the waist. I had tied the sari somewhat loosely and when I tucked in my abdomen he was able to insert his hand under my sari. A brought my hips closer to him and soon he was on my pussy mound. I could feel his hand playing over the closely trimmed hair. And then he went further till a finger was on the clitoris. A thrill passed through me. I lifted one foot and then the other and spread my thighs. He played with my clitoris and went further down the slit, and then he took out his hand. I could see that his fingers were wet.”It’s heavenly.” I said.

His hand was back on the breast. He pinched the tits, and then he kneaded the breasts. I moaned gently. I placed one hand on his thigh and pinched a large bunch of flesh. This went on for some time.”Darling brother, you are doing so much for me should I not reciprocate?””How?””See that girl.” That girl was leaning back as if viewing the screen intensely but her hand as on her partner’s crotch, and she was moving her hand up and down.” My brother must have been thinking on the same lines for he lent forwards and I threw my sari pallav over his thighs and unzipped him. With some assistance from him I got his cock out. I was monstrous. I held the shaft and then passed my hand over the expanded tip and then finally I grasped it close to the rose and started pumping. He meanwhile played with my breasts. In the excited state we were in it did not take much time for my brother to ejaculate.”Magesh, take away your hand, I may spill.””I want you to spill.””Your hand will get all dirty.”

“I do not consider it dirty. It is holy. Spill on me my darling brother, please, please.” He did just that. It came in massive spurts and the warm fluid filled my fist and flowed on my hand. I soaked it all in my Pallav he did a bit of wiping with his handkerchief. He zipped and I lent back. I licked what was sticking To my hand he turned to see me do that.”Need sugar?” He chuckled. I was happy to hear him laugh. I thought he would be very nervous.”Not sugar darling, it is quite sweet. A pinch of salt may improve it.” I chuckled too. We left the theatre shortly before the intermission. On the ride back I asked my brother to drive his vehicle into a pot hole filled with water and splash mud on my sari. He did so. I went home and had a good excuse to wash my sari. Chennai’s complaining drivers please note: pot holes have their uses too! I cleaned up as soon as we reached home. I could never have imagined that one discharge can soak a whole pallav, or one movie session saturate front and back of a pair of knickers so thoroughly.

My brother and I are like newly weds waiting for the nuptials. Whenever we get a chance we cuddle and fondle with my hand on his cock and his hand on my pussy, alas over the clothes. I return from my store early today giving headache as excuse for half day’s leave. I have a job to do. I have a married colleague in my store Parvathy, who speaks of sexual matters with frankness that sets me and Mohana, an unmarried colleague, squirming. We squirm, but we listen nevertheless. Its seems that her husband used to like her clean shaven during the first two years of married life but now wants her to sport a heavy brush. He is not satisfied with what she is able to grow. “Why don’t you try the men’s hair growth tonic,” said Mohana who had a streak of humour in her. The senior colleague was not amused.

I do not know what my brother’s fancy was regarding woman’s pubic hair, but I wanted his first viewing to be unimpeded. I wonder if I am a shameless woman. Most women would be dreading the day when they have to expose themselves to a man, but I am waiting for that day and preparing assiduously for it. I suppose having a brother for lover makes it all different. I used my brother’s razor to shave my pussy. I usually only trim it with scissors but now I gave it its first shave. It is not as difficult as I thought it would be. Some broad swipes, but the inner leaves needed steady hands. I examined it in my hand mirror. I do not consider the pussy an object of beauty. No woman does, but men do and that’s what really matters. My pussy is smooth and ready for inspection by the commander-in-chief.

My mother had gone to Chinglepet for a wedding. Thursday was weekly holiday for my brother. My brother knows that I have exchanged my weekly off day with a colleague to be at home that day. My heart is thudding as much from excitement as fear. My mother leaves home early and was expected back only in the evening. I served breakfast to my brother. He squatted on a mat with a plantain leaf spread in front of him. I place one rice cake on the leaf, and he poured himself chutney. He is a gulper; soon I served him another. As I bend down he looked up into my valley which I had exposed liberally for his benefit. He smiled and I smiled back. I could feel a warm surge pass over my face. “Is that pallav necessary?” It was certainly unwanted. I removed it and tucked it to my waist. “Better.” Soon the time for the next serving arrived. I bend down and serve. He looked up again.

“Too many hooks,” he said. I released the top two hooks of my blouse. I had no bra on that day in honour of the occasion. I looked up seeking approval. He shook his head: not adequate. I removed one more hook. No satisfaction yet. I removed them all. The blouse is open and the breasts are exposed. He lifted up his left hand and reached for one breast. He passed his hand over it and then gently pressed it. His hand wandered off to the other breast. The tit of that breast got his attention. He pinched it and then he pressed it in, and then watched it plop out. He then started eating rapidly as if some important job was awaiting him.”Slow down,” I said, “and you have to eat one more than the usual five. You will need extra energy.””Extra energy, why?” He winked. If he expected me to crumble in shame he was mistaken. I replied brazenly. “I thought you would know; i’ll explain after breakfast.” There is no time when a sister cannot tease a brother. He finished and washed his hands. I disposed off the plantain leaf in the garbage bin. I stood in the room with coffee tumbler in hand. He wiped his hands on a towel hanging from the line. His eyes were on me. I was fidgeting.

“With the blouse open partly revealing those magnificent breasts you look like a temple goddess,” he said.”Have coffee,” I said to change the topic.”No I want milk,” he said pointing to my breasts.”I don’t think there is any milk there.””Any objections if I try.” I suddenly felt very motherly to him.”No my darling, no objection whatsoever. Come to me your sister and suck. I would love to feel your lips on my tits.” I came closer to him. I placed the coffee tumbler on the table and removed my blouse altogether. I placed a hand on the back of his neck and brought his head close to one breast and with the other hand lifted it up and placed the tit on his lips. He looked up and met my eye. There was no shame, no blush in me. I was smiling with affection for someone whom I have loved in some way or the other all my remembered days. He first plucked the tit with his lips and then he caught the tit between his upper lip and slightly protruded tongue and started sucking.

“Cover your teeth with your lips and bite honey.” My tit needed hard pressure. He did so. A thrill passed through me. “It’s wonderful,” I said softly. I was unable to stand. I slowly sat on the mattress on the floor careful not to lose touch with his lips. I was now resting with back on the wall. My brother was lying with head on my lap and sucking away like a baby and I was making the crooning noises mothers make. Like mothers I soon detached his lips from one breast and attached it on to the other. I wonder if suckling mothers feel the sensation I felt. Even at that moment when I was yet to unite with him I imagined that it was the baby I bore for him that was sucking. It was a great sensation and I was making clicking noises each time the sensation peaked. Then suddenly the nipples ceased to have any sensation. My pussy now felt hot.

Without being aware of it I was bending my knees and spreading my thighs and at the same time drawing my sari upwards. I was now pressing his head downwards towards the pussy. He let go off the tit and was now staring at my pussy for I had spread my thighs and lifted my feet up in the air displaying my pussy, overflowing with juices, for him to see.

“Far better than what I imagined it would be,” he said. His voice was hoarse with awe.”So you have been imagining.””Of course I have. For years, you were always my fantasy baby. You have shaved it.””Using your razor.””Indeed, that was why when I was shaving this morning I got a hard-on.” This was really funny. I laughed.”Yes, God promise, I did.” He kissed my pussy and then he drew back a little to examine it. He passed his fingers over the mound and the outer leaf. With his index and thumb he spread the inner leaves. I was now fully on my back with my thighs spread so widely that they were on the side of the body almost touching the mattress. My brother lifted up the clit hood to see the tense clitoris.”Quite angry your clitoris,” he said.”It is putting on a mighty display in your honour.””May I touch it?””Of course, but only with your tongue.” He dropped on his knees and gently kissed the clitoris. I used both hands to spread the inner leaves till the clitoris protruded like a button. He touched with the tip of his long and pointed tongue. A thrill passed up my body. Then he licked. An indescribable sensation racked my body. I now moved my thighs as wide as it would go and then I brought down my feet on the mattress and lifted up my pelvis, and as I lifted my pelvis I pressed his head down firmly with both my hands. I went through this cycle of motion again and again. He speeded up and I was moving in frenzy and then he stopped. When he restarted soon after he was licking slowly in broad swipes. I felt as if I was falling off a cliff. It was a sensation words cannot describe. I screamed a muffled scream as I had an orgasm of unimaginable intensity.

“O! My darling brother this is just divine,” I said. “Now fuck me.” I used the word for the first time. He climbed on top of me. His cock was large and angry with thick veins coursing over it. I held it. It was hot. I took it to my pussy. I inserted it. My pussy was so wet that it went in producing a momentary sharp pang as the membrane ruptured—my brother was taking my virginity, what more could a girl want. He is pumped and I moved my pelvis to his rhythm. Soon he ejaculated; my orgasm coincided. He waited for me and then gave me another. Later my brother said that girls do not generally have orgasm in their first.”Generally they don’t, because generally it is not the brother who does it,” I said. We lay hugging each other in our nakedness. My brother wanted me to wash but I held my thighs tightly together. I wanted to hold his precious semen inside me for as long as possible. I knew the danger, but the danger enhanced the pleasure. Then I got up and washed and went on with household chores. My brother slept.

Mother is on one of her rare visits to relatives. She has gone to Manali to condole an aunt who had lost her husband. We get our second chance. At his request I undressed and sat crouching on a stool with both feet on the stool. Probably this was the pose in his favourite nude photo. From where he sat my brother could see parts of my breasts with my pussy exposed between my fully flexed hips. He sat and admired and then he crawled towards me and applied his tongue to my pussy.

“Anything you want,” he asked hospitably.”I want to take in my mouth,” I said. Only a sister could have been so bold. He sat on a chair with leg stretched and spread. His cock was waving in the air. I crouched on the floor between his legs. I caught his cock in my hand. It was hot. I ran my fingers along the shaft and then did the same with the tip of my nose, and then with my lips. I retracted the foreskin and kissed the rose. My brother tenderly rubbed my cheeks and played with my lips and then entwining his fingers in my hair. By now the cock was large and throbbing. I touched his balls. It was smooth. I took it into my mouth. It was quite a mouthful. I retracted the foreskin and plopped the rose in and out of my mouth. I encircled the flare of the rose with my lips and rubbed it in and out. He moaned. I took the cock as deep into the throat as possible and then I pulled it out. I took it out, looked up and smiled.”Like it?” I asked.

“Very much so,” he said. Brother was holding my head with both his hands and moving his hips. I was working with speed for I could sense that he cannot hold it any longer. And then he poured. I took it all in my mouth, each spurt as it shot out, and I swallowed it without spilling a drop. Some leaked out of the angles of the mouth, but with my long tongue I licked my lips. Then I took out the cock which as now shrivelled and licked every bit I could squeeze out.”Need salt?” he asked.”No,” I said, “it is perfect.” Then we lay down with me holding his cock in my mouth and he with head between my thighs with lips on my pussy. His face was wet with my juices. We snoozed. I got up and checked the time. Mother’s arrival was still a couple of hours away. My brother was sleeping soundly. He has the innocent face of a baby while he slept. I have a momentary pang of guilt for driving him along paths that by himself he would not dare step on. Then I am strong again. I wanted him to have some more fun. I sat in the pose that he seems to fancy with hips fully flexed and feet tucked in close to the body. ‘Mano,” I called. After repeated calls he opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his eyes must have been my pussy pepping from between my thighs. He was must thought he was dreaming. Then he woke up, looked up at me and smiled. He crawled towards my pussy and started licking. Soon I was on my back with feet in the air vibrating my hips to his stimulation. I have a massive orgasm and then he comes on top of me and I insert. We have orgasms together. He rolls off.

“Come on, wash,” he said. “No. I want to keep it within me as long as possible,” I said. He looked at me uncertainly. Then he went to the bathroom. Once again I hold my thighs tightly together to keep his precious semen in my vagina. It is madness, I know, but I cannot help myself. It is my fervent prayer that my self-willed obstinacy does not harm those whom I hold precious. After a while I reluctantly go out to wash for mother arrival time was nearing. Our honeymoon continued. We get time for sex very infrequently and that only for quick ones. We tried various positions like I suppose all newly weds do. The woman on top I found very exhausting and the doggie uncomfortable. Man on top is the best for I can hug my brother and press my breasts against his chest.

We are very careful not to demonstrate our affection for each other in front of mother lest she suspect. But mother who knew every one of my moods one day looked at me in a peculiar way. She smiled a wry Smile.”Have you fallen in love Mahesh,” she asked.”What makes you say such a funny thing,” I responded somewhat sharply.”The sparkle in your eyes and body language is not just of a girl who has fallen in love; it is as if you are in the thick of your honeymoon.””I have not fallen in love and if you think I am as happy as a girl in her honeymoon the best you can do to keep me in that happy state is by not bringing in fresh boys for bride viewing,” I said.We took no care at all about pregnancy. We used no contraceptives at all. It was sheer madness.

Today is worrying time for me. Strangely enough when the event happened I was thrilled. I went with my brother to shop in T. Nagar for a sari for mother. The sales woman while she was billing our choice smiled and asked how long it was since we were married. ‘Wait a minute. I’ll guess’ she said, and then came out with the answer. ‘Four weeks.’ I was thrilled that she should mistake us for a married couple. I turned to my brother and reached for his hand. ‘Almost correct,’ I said. ‘Have a baby soon,’ she said, ‘don’t do this silly family planning stuff my daughter is doing.’ It was on the bus on my way back that I started worrying. I have gone out many times with my brother, but this was the first time someone has mistaken him for my husband. Was there a change in our body language that made others mistake us? What if our neighbours suspect. What if mother suspects. Has reckoning time come.

The expected happens—my periods are overdue by three days. Deep down I feel I am with child. It was in the early morning conscience hour that I realise the enormity of the problem confronting me. I shiver. I do not regret my action. If placed in similar circumstances again I would do what I did. But there is no gainsaying that for an unmarried girl living with her family I am in a terrible state. The only person to whom I can go for assistance is my brother. But he would be of no use for something like this. I am however not without resources. I have heard of Dr. Gopika of the nearby Government Medical College Hospital who terminated the pregnancy of my colleague Parvathy in my department store. She spoke highly of her skill and kindness and particularly appreciated her for not chiding her about her foolishness in getting into this state in spite of all the contraceptive methods available. My case would strain the liberal attitude of the doctor the limit. My colleague was a married woman with two children. I had no idea what the doctor would think of a girl like me. I have no choice but to face the problem.

Preliminary lab test are all over. I meet the doctor for the first time. Dr. Gopika was about fifty, broad faced, with streaks of grey in her hair and a sincere smile. She studied the results of the investigations and came to the point straight away.”Unmarried?””Yes.””You are pregnant. If you want to get married to the person responsible my social worker and I can help.””No,” I said.”Why not? We have a lot of success in making it all right.” I hesitated. There must have been something in my body language that made the perceptive doctor suspect the nature of my problem. Suddenly the attitude of the doctor changed. She rose, came round to where I sat, and with her face close to me she looked into my eyes and spoke tenderly. “Tell me my dear, who is the man.”

“He is my brother.” The doctor did not react at all.”He seduced you, or was a chance occurrence, or did he force you?””I seduced him.””You seduced him? Are you sure you are not trying to protect him.””I planned it.” Her response was unexpected. She smiled. My colleague in the store was right. This doctor did not waste time on what had already happened. The next question was immensely practical.”Do you want to continue the relationship?””Yes I want to very much,” I said.”Use condom, and for additional precaution I will insert a copper T. When you want pregnancy I can remove it.” Was the doctor actually encouraging me to continue the relationship? I do not know.”Come tomorrow morning on an empty stomach. Can you bring your mother?””No,” I said. The doctor must have noted the horror in my answer.”Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. Please be assured that only I know of your brother’s part in it. No one in the department knows it. Keep it a secret. Bring your brother, that one.”

“I have only one brother. I will bring him.”That night I was miserable. The thought of destroying my brother’s baby growing in my womb was devastating. I cannot even weep to let out my feelings lest my mother note my swollen eyes and institute enquiries. But I could not help shedding some tears. But I had no choice. I swore before God that I will never allow such a situation to happen again. I was at the minor operation theatre at the appointed hour. A nurse called me in and made me lie on a couch. I felt a prick and then some vague sense of people talking in whispers. When I woke up from the induced sleep I was in the bed with my brother by my side. I could never have guessed that terminating of pregnancy caused by sex with one’s own brother could be so devoid of hassles.

I met the doctor several times after the operation. I needed only one review but the doctor seemed to have taken a fancy to me. At times she invited me to her home. One day I asked her the reason why she was not angry for my having sex with my brother.”I could see that your passion was great,” she said. “Even if I thought what you were doing was something horrible I would not have told you not to for you cannot help yourself.””You do not think it is wrong.””It is against the law, and that is wrong. But if two people love each other with extraordinary passion that cannot be wrong irrespective of the relationship between them. Do you know of any married woman with children who falls in love with a man and wants to leave her family and go to him?””I know. My classmate’s mother did that.””Do you think it was wrong?””Yes I did then; especially because it made my classmate so sad.””Now?””I have not thought about it. May be I will take a more lenient view.””That woman should not be condemned. The husband, her children, and society should accept it.””Later on that classmate accepted the change. When we her friends say harsh things about her father she would defend him saying that he could not help it.””She is right. Your relationship with your brother is in the same category.”

“Do you know of other instances where brother-sister love had occurred?” The doctor smiled broadly as if she was happy I asked that question.

“I know many. They come here. Most have been chance occurrences, and a few have involved force, short of rape. But I know one instance rather well where the sister loved her brother with a lover’s passion, but the brother loved his sister with a brother’s love.””How did it end?””Sadly of course. Not many girls have your energy and your determination. She did not have the courage to declare her love. Her brother to this day does not know how passionately his sister loved him. He is now married and has a happy family.””She?””She married her profession and lives a spinster.””Is she still sad?””Time heals, as you know, but on occasions she does think of him and sheds tears of self pity.” The doctor was silent for a while.”You say you seduced him,” continued the doctor. “I am curious to know how you managed it. Why don’t you write your story? I would very much like to read it.””I write about myself. I’ll give you those papers,” I said.

The only photograph in her house was a small framed one on her dressing table. It is a picture of her brother as a young man.I am almost certain that the doctor is that woman. Why else should she be not just supportive but actually encourage me as if I have achieved what she could not.The story ends there. Some days later I met the doctor to return the papers.”How did you find the story?” she asked.”Extraordinary,” I said.”Did you find it believable?””Of course, every word of it. What happened to Mahesh?”

“A year and a half later her mother died. One day she came and wanted the copper T removed. She was going to a distant unknown place where she will start life anew as her brother’s wife. For almost two years I did not hear from her. I suspect she did not want others to know where she lived. A month ago I receive a letter form her. She says she is happy in her new place. She sent this snap.”The doctor opened her hand bag and took out a snap. It was a photograph of a six-month old baby.”Rounds off the story nicely, does it not?” she said.”It does,” I said. Did u like the story? Please rate it and post ur comments to me and one thing more, this story is not real. It’s just made by me for ur enjoyment.There is another information for all the readers that, I m a young call boy. I give services in all the areas of I.P.EXTENSION (Delhi) and other areas attached with it, with a nominal fees of just Rs. 130/- for 1hour and 30minutes. I m quiet experienced in this job as I have satisfied around six girls through this facility.So, any married / unmarried women, unsatisfied aunty or a girl above 15 years of age desiring for a soft core or hardcore sex can mail me.Your secrecy / privacy would be maintained at any cost and the satisfaction of sex would be guaranteed by me.You have to just pick up ur computer and mail me ur comments to [email protected] enjoy, because life fucks everyone!!

Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here.. Sometimes, as many of you know well, life doesn’t go as planned. In fact, sometimes it just goes all wrong. I was still a little bit in shock from when I found out that my wife was using crystal meth. I confronted her about it, and the situation blew up in my face. We ended up getting divorced because of it. But when she had the audacity to try and get custody of our two girls, Lacey and Leigh, I drew the line. I warned her that I’d expose her drug habit if she didn’t drop it. She didn’t listen, so when we went to court to battle for custody, I revealed her problem to the judge. Not only did she lose, she ended up getting charged with possession when the police gained a warrant to search her newly rented apartment. So, I ended up getting custody. It’s been hard, especially when they hit puberty. Yikes! But I got through it with my sanity still intact.

After the divorce, my sex life flatlined. I wanted to date, but when I did, my side of the conversation always ended up drifting, and I’d find myself ranting about my ex-wife. I wouldn’t advise it to anyone. So the dates always ended up the same, maybe a peck on the cheek, and I’d come home, lock my bedroom door, and finish off alone. Anyway, one day I had gotten home early from work. I figured that Lacey and Leigh had gone out somewhere, as they normally did while I was at work. However, as I walked by their room on the way to mine, I was halted by one of them giggling. ‘Okay,’ I thought, ‘So they’re home. So what?’ Before I could move, I next heard one of them directing, “Okay, right there. Oooh, that’s perfect! Now rub it a little harder.” ‘Huh?’ I thought, not yet having guessed what this was.As I stood there, I then heard her moan, ” Yeah, that’s it, I about to cum!”Then it dawned on me as to what was going on, and before I could think about it, I had already opened the door. What I saw confirmed everything.

Leigh, who was nineteen, just two years younger than Lacey, was between her sister’s legs, with her hand just below Lacey’s pubic mound, rubbing out a furious tempo. Lacey had thrust her hips up so high that her butt was off the bed. Her fingers dug into the sheets under her as she moaned loudly, mid-climax. They hadn’t even noticed me yet, not until Leigh had backed up and Lacey rolled over onto her side. Her milk chocolate-brown eyes grew impossibly wide with surprise as she saw me standing there, my arms crossed. Leigh saw the look on her face and her head whirled, and she was just as surprised. For a second, we were all frozen like this, and then Lacey regained her senses a little. She grabbed the corner of the sheet and pulled it over her body, and her sister pulled the other corner to do the same. I began to notice how the thin sheet framed their perky breasts as it settled over them. Before any of us could say anything, I turned and hurried to my room. What I didn’t want them to see was the tent I started to pitch in my slacks. I closed my door and sat on the edge of my bed, trying to calm down enough for my erection to fade.

I could say that neither of them had ever been a source of my erections, but, I would be lying. I still remember waking up one morning to find Lacey and Leigh in my bed, each of them pressed up against me on either side. I could feel Lacey’s tush against my crotch, and immediately I got hard. I was lucky that Lacey had still been asleep, because I couldn’t quickly roll away from her, as Leigh was pressed against my back. As my hard-on strained against my boxers, it nestled between the cheeks of Lacey’s tush, protected by little more than her panties. Her nightgown must have ridden up as she scooted up against me. I managed to move back a little, scooting, just enough that I wasn’t touching her with it. My erection withered gradually, and Lacey had never had any idea.

So, there I sat on my bed, the tent in my slacks going away. As soon as I felt sure that I was under control, I went back to their room. My daughters were dressed now, sitting on Lacey’s bed. When they saw me, their faces were scarlet with humiliation. I still hadn’t figured out how to handle this, but I knew I couldn’t overreact, so I had them scoot over so that I could sit down.”Daddy,” Lacey pleaded, “I’m sorry, i’ll never do it again!”I held my hand up, and she quieted. “Just hush a minute and listen,” I explained, “I need to apologize for barging in like that. It wasn’t fair to either of you. Now, about what you two were doing-“Leigh began to speak, and tears were standing in her eyes.”Woah!” I held my hand up again, “Just stop. I was going to say, I know you were experimenting, and that’s fine. I’m not going to tell you that it’s wrong, because it’s not. It’s normal, and sometimes it’s necessary. So don’t apologize for it, okay?”They nodded, clearly still embarrassed.I continued, “If you two have any questions about sex, or anything, you know you can talk to me about it, right?”

Again they nodded, but I added anyway, “I’m not just saying that for my health. I mean it. You can talk to me about anything, and I won’t get mad. Just make sure you come to me, first. Do you understand?”In unison, they answered, “Yes, daddy.”I patted their legs and got up to make dinner.I kinda figured that they wouldn’t heed my advice to talk to me about it, and for a few days they didn’t. During dinner that night, they were quiet, obviously still uncomfortable that I had seen them naked and engaged in something forbidden by society. I gave them time to deal with that. Four days later, as I was watching TV, they both came into the living room and stood in front of me. I muted the TV and waited for them to say something.”Daddy?” Lacey asked, fidgeting nervously.”Yes?”She admitted, “I have a question…about sex.”i smiled and motioned for them to sit.Lacey hesitated, so I urged, “I told you that I’d answer any question you have.””Okay,” she started, “We know what we look like down there, but how do boys look down there?” I thought for a second, and then got an idea. I had them follow me to the computer, and showed them a picture of a man’s oenis on the internet.”That looks wierd!” Leigh covered her mouth, grinning.”Yeah, I guess they do look a little odd,” I admitted.”Well,” Lacey chewed on her lower lip for a second, and then asked, “Do all of them look like that?”

“No,” I explained, “They come in different colors and sizes.”I turned the screen off and stood up, headed back to the couch when Leigh asked, “Do you have one of those?”I stopped in mid-step. “Huh?” I uttered, trying to determine if I heard her correctly.”Um, do you have a penis?” Leigh reiterated.I had hoped that the picture on the internet would answer their question for me. I turned to look at them, “Uh, yeah, I have a penis, too.”Leigh locked eyes with her sister for a second, and then she asked, “Can we, uh… See it?”I winced, and Lacey tried to stop this track, “Nevermind, it’s not important. We-“”Now wait a minute,” I reminded them, “I said that if you needed to talk to me, we could discuss anything.”I took a second, sitting back down on the couch, and asked them to sit down next to me.”Do you want to see it?”They nodded, so I sighed, and unzipped my fly to pull my penis out. It wasn’t hard yet, but it wasn’t exactly soft either. As they looked at it, they both asked questions about it.”Does it get bigger or smaller?” Leigh questioned.”Doesn’t it feel wierd having one of those?” said Lacey.”Yeah, it changes size, and no, it doesn’t feel wierd to have one.””Well,” I said slowly, not wanting to answer that one, but I did say ‘anything,’ “Sometimes when I wake up, it’s bigger and harder, or when I become… Um, excited. When it’s cold, it gets softer and smaller, or when I’m not excited.”

“There was this one morning,” Lacey said, “We had gotten in bed with you. Leigh had a nightmare and woke me up. She went to get in your bed with you, and I didn’t want to be alone, so I did, too.”My heart plummeted. I knew where this was going.She continued, “When I snuggled up next to you, something started poking against my bottom. Was that your penis?”I hesitated, and then, owing her the truth, nodded, “Yes, it was. I thought you were asleep.””Were you excited? Was that why it got hard?” Lacey’s eyes widened.”Look!” Leigh interrupted, and as Lacey’s eyes followed her sister’s line of sight, her mouth dropped open in surprise.”Oh, shit,” I muttered unhappily, looking down. As we had recalled that morning, I’d gotten quite an erection. It was standing up, engorged.”You’re excited right now, right?” Lacey looked up at me.”I’m sorry,” my face reddened, “I should go calm down.”I started to get up, and Lacey stopped me, “It’s okay, daddy. I want to see it like that.” I badly wanted to go calm down. They shouldn’t see how much they aroused me. That was way deep into the forbidden. But apparently they didn’t want me to go anywhere yet.

“Did it get hard because of us talking about that morning?” Lacey wondered aloud.”Yes,” I confessed.”Because of my bottom?””Yes,” I was beginning to feel miserable, a real pervert. She looked at me, wanting to tell me something. Probably that I was disgusting, getting axcited about my own daughter. Instead she admitted, “I kinda liked it, too.” Leigh goggled at her sister’s revelation. She’d had no idea about all of this. “Really?” Leigh giggled, “What did it feel like?” Lacey shrugged, “I can’t really explain it. It was really hot and hard and big. It was right in the middle of my bottom, between the cheeks.” I had to stop this, “We can’t do this. It’s wrong for me to feel this way about either of you.” Lacey shook her head, “No, it’s okay. It could be like we’re experimenting, can’t it? I mean, just to see if we like it.”

‘Oh, shit!’ I thought to myself. She’d virtually taken what I’d said about them touching each other and turned it around on me. I shook my head, “I don’t know. I’m not sure we should be discussing this.””You said we could discuss anything,” Leigh replied, and another net was thrown, catching me neatly.”But actually doing this?” I kept trying to back away from their suggestions.”It’s not fair that she gets to feel it and I don’t,” complained Leigh, pouting.Finally, I sighed, “Alright. But I really don’t think I should be doing this with you.”Leigh pulled her pants down, and I reluctantly had to admit to myself that she had a fantastically round tush. I had slowly been softening, but as I stared at her bottom, it sprung back up eagerly. Suddenly, Leigh pulled her panties down as well, and before I could protest, she had sat on my lap. She had to wiggle a little so that my boner wasn’t poking against her, but then she had it placed neatly against her butt crack.”You’re right, Lacey!” Leigh exclaimed, “It’s hot. And it does feel good.” For extra emphasis, she rubbed her tush back and forth on my erection, giggling. It took a lot of control on my part not to moan, because it felt so damn good. I could see the head peeking out from between her cheeks for a second.

“Hey!” Lacey complained, “I had my panties on when he did it!” Leigh stood up, revealing the smooth orbs of her tush, and further down, her smooth vagina. Lacey immediately took Leigh’s place, having slipped her panties down and plopped down on me.”Ooooh!” she cooed excitedly, and wiggled her butt as her sister had. I couldn’t hold back the moan this time, and she turned her head to look at me, puzzled.”Did you like that, daddy?” I started to say that maybe she shouldn’t do that, but she started moving back and forth, and it felt so good that I was speechless.”Daddy likes it!” Leigh giggled, “Look at his face!”Lacey tucked her legs up on either side of my legs, and things changed as she continued moving. My erection was no longer fully against her bottom, but also against her crotch. When she drew herself against me this time, she gasped.”What?” Leigh asked, “Did it hurt?”Lacey shook her head, “No, it felt really good. Look,” she pointed to her crotch. Leigh got down on her knees in front of her, and Lacey did it again, back and forth, again and again, and Leigh whispered, “Wow! It’s rubbing up against your stuff now!”

“What?” I managed to hear that last part. I pushed her off, “No, we can’t do that! It’s not right!””Lacey stood up and turned to face me. I could see between her legs, and was dismayed to find it wet.”But it felt so good!” she pointed out, “And you liked to, too!””Yes, honey, but that doesn’t make it right.””Then does that mean that what Leigh and I did isn’t right either?”I shook my head, “This has nothing to do with that-“”Yes it does. It felt good when Leigh rubbed me there, just like it did when I rubbed it on your penis.”I sputtered, “But I’m your father!”She returned Smartly, “And Leigh is my sister!”How did I let myself get so trapped like that? I couldn’t answer that one, and Lacey knew it. She pressed, “If it’s okay for Leigh and I to make ourselves feel good like that, then it’s okay for us to make each other feel good, right?” I couldn’t say anything to disagree. She had gotten me good.”So, do you like my body?” Lacey grinned.How could I not like how she looked. Her body was nicely rounded, with a butt much like her sister’s, nice, smooth legs, pouty lips.”Well?” she looked coyly at me.”Yeah,” I confessed, feeling dirty for Having done so.”And mine?” Leigh chimed in, and I nodded.”Did it feel good when we rubbed on Again, I Nodded, and so Leigh straddled me as her sister had, and began rubbing herself on me.She moaned as my shaft rubbed against her crotch, and I could feel her getting wet. I slid my hands on her hips, moved up her side, and pulled her against my chest. I lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Following her shirt went her bra, and my hands cupped her perky little breasts, pinching her nipples lightly.”Aaaahhh, yeah, that feels good,” Leigh moaned. Then she sped up, bringing herself closer and closer, and then she gasped, “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum!” Within a couple seconds, I could feel the wetness spread as she orgasmed, her secretions bathing my crotch. She spasmed against me, and then began panting, “I came all over his penis!” she announced proudly to Lacey.”Let me try it,” Lacey pleaded, and when Leigh moved aside, Lacey immediately took her sister’s place on top of me. Lacey then saved me the trouble of undressing her the rest of the way, and put her hand between her legs to spread her labia before rubbing herself on me.”Oooohh, daddy, it feels so good! Doesn’t it feel good?”I groaned, “Oh damn, baby, yeah.” I reached around to fondle her breasts, which were slightly bigger, and just as perky.

“Oh daddy,” Lacey purred, “I love your hands on me like that! Touch me all over, daddy!”My hands obediently roamed her body, caressing her smooth, soft thighs, and down between her legs, and she began rubbing harder when my finger brushed her clitoris. Suddenly, she was bucking as she climaxed, crying out, and more wetness flooded my dick and balls. She climbed off me and gazed at my drenched hard-on.”Touch it with your hands,” Leigh suggested, and Lacey nodded, getting on her knees in front of me.”Can I?” Lacey’s hand stopped inches from my swollen member, and I nodded, why not? We’d already gone too far. Her hand wrapped around me, and began stroking, lubricated by their secretions. “It’s so hard,” she noticed. Leigh got down next to her sister and watched intently as Lacey stroked me.”Can I feel it?” she asked. Lacey let go of me, and Leigh’s hand replaced it.”Do you like it when I touch you like this, daddy?”I nodded, “Yeah, baby, it feels great.”

She moved closer to it and sniffed, “It smells like our stuff, Lacey.”Lacey took a sniff, and added, “i’ll bet it tastes like our stuff, too.”Leigh leaned closer, and took a quick lick, startling me.”Yeah,” Leigh announced, “It does. Try it, sis.”Lacey slipped her tongue out and tasted her cum, and then did it again.”Oh, shit,” I moaned, “Please…” I was unable to say anymore. Lacey grabbed my member and put her mouth over the head, and began licking their stuff off me. I couldn’t help but thrust my hips forward, and more of my dick entered her mouth.”MMPH!” Lacey’s eyes widened, and she began to grasp what I wanted as I rocked my manhood in her mouth. She began to do the same, still stroking further down with her hand.”Wow!” Leigh grinned, “His penis is in your mouth! Can I do it, too?”Lacey reluctantly let her sister take a turn, and Leigh popped my member into her mouth, mimicking what Lacey was doing.

I grabbed her head and humped her mouth, trying not to gag her. Lacey began rubbing Leigh’s butt, kneading it in her hands, and then reached between her sister’s legs and rubbed her crotch. Leigh moaned around me, and humped her sister’s hand. It didn’t take more than a minute longer. I felt my Balls constrict as Leigh orgasmed on her sister’s hand, crying out on my dick, which was halfway down her throat. Her cries brought me to climax, so I pulled out of her mouth, and shot thick streams of goo into the air, over both of their heads. They laughed Delightedly and clapped.”We made daddy cum!” Lacey laughed.”Look at it shoot out!” Leigh exclaimed, “If I had had my mouth on it still, it would’ve filled my mouth!””I wonder what it tastes like?” Lacey leaned forward closer. Cum was still spurting from my dick, but nowhere near as high as it was. Instead it splattered on my stomach and all over my dick. Lacey dipped her head and lapped at me, getting a generous glob of my cum. She moved it around on her tongue, and then swallowed it.”It tastes kinda funny, like when we tried the oysters.””Really?” Leigh cocked her head, “Let me try some.” With that, she put her mouth on me and licked, and grinned, “You’re right. I like it. Do you want to share the rest?”

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Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here..My sister and I had succeeded in fucking our mom. When we met that night, we hugged and congratulated each other. ‘It was great to see Mom’s pussy jammed with your cock,’ Jill said.’I was hoping you’d go after that puss later,’ I replied.’That wasn’t possible. …But there’s always a next time.’ She smiled wickedly. ‘How was it for you, Garth?’ she asked.’That was some hot hole, and I have you to thank, Jill remembered. Images flashed before me. Mom lying naked, reddish bush split. Jill straddling her mouth,facing me to the ‘south.’ Mom’s breasts, a little fuller and older, were being kneaded in Jill’s hands. Jill’s own breasts–I’d come to love them even more–were presented to me, and I took them. She moaned; Mom’s tongue thrust up her hole, and I pinched her nipples. When I shoved my prick into Mom’s cunt, Jill had an expression on her face I’ll always remember; as if she viscerally experienced the violation, yet relished it.

I remembered how the slurping sounds got louder as Jill, in her excitement, was gushing into Mom’s mouth. I played with Jill’s tits as I thrust into Mom’s cunt. In the midst of these memories, my cock stirred. Jill saw. €˜That hot hole really does it for you.’ She added slyly, ‘You’re not going to start preferring that pussy to my cute little one, are you?€™ (After our first experiment, she’d directed me to eat her a couple more times.) Watching me intently, she raised her skirt and pulled her panties aside. My cock sprung up, and that answered her question. The lips of her pussy had become part of my favorite sandwich. My sister had a dream twat, with puffy outer lips and scarlet inner ones, now opening over her slick tight entrance. She sat back on a nearby chair.‘Suck me,’ she said. €˜The way I like it.’ I would part the outer lips with my tongue, and suck on the inner ones, drawing them into my mouth, licking at the edges. I leaned forward and began again, feeling the inner labia between my lips and tasting her flow.

I smelled the aroma of my favorite cunt, as I started licking around the entrance to her hole, which had started to bloom, open and inviting. Slipping along the rim, my tongue made her yield further to me; I aimed at the center and thrust my tongue in as far as it would go. Wet darkness enveloped my face. She moaned and rotated her hips up as I twisted my tongue inside, feeling the slick walls contracting in an irregular rhythm around me. My face was now coated in my sister’s fuck juices, and the pressure of her cunt against my face made me yearn to plunge into her. Her fingers were moving faster, alternately stroking and pressing her clit while she groaned and bucked to my face, now awash in cunt juice. She frigged her clit savagely while I sucked and drank that pineapple flow; as she started to thrash, I jabbed my tongue into her repeatedly. I heard her grunt as she came suddenly, a flood onto my face against her. I felt her body convulsing against me, and then her fingers, for a delicate moment, were in my hair.

I fell back as she disengaged. She looked at my cock, which was no longer so stiffly erect. €˜Jerk it for me,’ she said. I did, watching her curious eyes. When it soon stood full and hard, deepening purple at the head, I could see she was pleased. €˜Think of Mom’s cunt. It’s OK to. Picture how we had it all stirred up, dripping, even before you went in.’ She whispered, ‘Remember how we watched her pussy lips clasping your cock.’ She perked up as she saw the remark had brought me to the brink. €˜Stop,’ she said. €˜You’ll have to take care of that later.’ Authoritative; a new tone in her voice. I complied and stopped stroking, hoping obedience would pay off. I thrilled to her new power; it would give fresh energy to our quest. She continued, ‘Don’t wash your face in the meantime; come to my aroma.’ Seeing the lust in her face, I didn’t mind being sent to jerk off. I knew her mind was running a mile a minute about our next times with Mom.‘What shall we do to Mom, now?€™ Jill was thinking aloud.‘She’s got to get into her debauchery. Act out her depravity.’

‘Yes, exactly. Garth, she’s fucked you, but she tells herself it’s for my sake. I’d like to see her admit her own lust. I want her to beg for it.”There has got to be a way.’ I was trying to come up with something. ‘Jill, what would it take to break her spirit?”How about guilt and despair?’€˜Tell me about it.”Well, first I want her to be eating my cunt regularly. I will have some dates. I’ll come home, pussy leaking cum; I’ll let her know how upset I am, how my life is out of control, and get her to comfort me. Then i’ll gradually escalate.”Sounds good. You’ve had her lapping you for some a while; have her service your pussy.’‘Yes, it’s fitting for her to clean my cunt–that she once accused me of peddling.’ Jill still remembered the tongue lashing she’d gotten, years ago, when she came home after a date, with a wet spot on the back of her skirt. She’d not forgiven the severity commonly displayed by mothers of teenaged daughters.‘But where do you go from there?€™’I have in mind, for the second phase, a scene where she discovers me getting fucked by three or four guys. And then I’ll really fuck with her mind. The third phase will demolish the last of her dignity.’I was eager to watch the first phase.

Mom was home; it was late in the evening, and Jill came in. I had openly said goodnight an hour before, but could easily steal up the dark hallway next to the living room.’Mom, I’m so glad you’re up.”What is it, dear?”I’m not proud, Mom. I got drunk and went home with this guy. He said he liked me and we were fooling around. He told me how beautiful I was and took off my clothes. I knew he just wanted to fuck me. But I liked hearing those words, and I lay down with him. He had his fingers in me and then his cock, and I got carried away.’‘Oh, honey.’‘After he came, he dressed in a hurry and told me I had to leave. €œyou just used me,” I said. €œbaby you loved it, and you gotta go now, but maybe call me if you want some more.” Mom, I feel so dirty, yet I can’t help myself.”We all make mistakes.’Jill pressed into Mom’s arms and started to cry. Mom kissed her neck and held her. My sister pressed against Mom, and I could see Mom begin to respond, stroking Jill’s back and then her breasts. ‘Mom, I love you. I feel so worthless.’ Jill unbuttoned her blouse and loosened her bra. ‘Please love me, Mom.’ Mom’s hands went to those firm breasts quickly, and my sister began moaning. Jill unfastened her skirt. ‘Mom, look’ she said, as she took off her tiny black panties. It was a masterpiece. There was Cum all through her pubic hair. It dripped from her slit. ‘Mom, do I disgust you?’ Mom was plainly shocked and upset, but she couldn’t say it. ‘Honey, you are a fine young woman.”Mom, look at my pussy. Who would want it?’ She began to cry again. That was the opening. ‘I love your pussy,’ Mom said.‘Yes, Mom, I remember how you reassured me after I told you about how bad I felt, and I didn’t know if my pussy smelled bad.’‘I love your smell.’‘But Mom, it’s covered in slime; I’m sure you feel disgusted.’Mom was firmer this, time. She had to be. €˜Jill, your pussy is sexy, and it’s fine to be all gooey and excited.’ Mom sat on the sofa.

Jill moved toward her and Mom reclined. I believe she knew what she had to do when Jill straddled her face, holding this dripping pussy over her. Mom simply couldn’t turn up her nose, or even hesitate, and Jill knew that. Jill lowered herself onto Mom, who, as expected, proceeded to kiss my sister’s cunt. Jill made sure to open it up. ‘I love how you lick me, Mom.’ She bore down and soon the cum was flowing out. Mom, after waiting just a split second, began lapping it up. Jill moaned and pressed her cunt hard onto Mom’s mouth. I could see the tongue thrust in there and the cum all over Mom’s face. I was so aroused, I took out my cock and quietly jerked off.

Well, this incident set the stage. My sister appeared to sink further into abasement. She came back home a couple more times in even worse shape. One time it was two guys. Mom did not even hesitate any more to offer Jill this strange comfort and reassurance. And the next morning my sister would make loving eyes at Mom. In front of me, she’d say, ‘Mom I feel so much better this morning.’ Of course by evening, her despair would show, and I heard her telling Mom, ‘I’m out of control.’ I tried hard to sound unsympathetic. €˜Sounds like you’re turning into the neighborhood bicycle.’ We had decided I would remain the ‘bad guy.’ Mom was to despair over Jill, feel torn over her plight. Then we would move ahead.

After a few nights of this, we met and congratulated each other on how things we going. €˜Garth, I’m doing the corrupting, here. What are you doing?’ I could see her point. €˜I’m ready to pitch in,’ I said. €˜Well, in the mean time, we must not stop your education in evil.’’Do you want to degrade me, like before?”Well, there are no free lunches… I mean shows.’ ‘Tonight,’ she said, ‘I want you, when you’re watching, to come onto a saucer, then take it to your room. When Mom’s gone to sleep, I will come and visit you.’ The thought puzzled and thrilled me. I could see that my sister was no longer a partner, but was taking charge of the whole project. That night, Jill came home leaking cum from a couple of guys. What a mess. But it was oddly exciting, my sister’s pussy ravaged, dripping. Mom didn’t bat an eye, and I almost came in my hand when Mom’s head plunged into the goo. When Mom was noisily slurping away, I shot a huge load and coated a saucer in my sticky white jism. I retired and did not have long to wait. Sister knocked very quietly and entered. ‘Do you have the saucer?’

‘Yes.”Do you know what you are to do with it?”Yes.”Do you know why?”I suppose you’re going to get off on seeing me eat my own cum.”Well, the white mustache suits you,’ she said smiling. €˜But that is not the reason. Just as Mom is yielding to power, you must also. As her boundaries are violated, yours are too.”Oh.”You sound unsure,’ she said. Jill opened her nightgown, exposing her pussy, freshly tongue cleaned, black hairs shining. ‘Look at it, ‘ she said. My cock hardened. She watched me intently. With her fingers, she spread open the lips. €˜Jerk yourself.’ I started to; I couldn’t help it.’See how you are driven, my brother. Now I want you to stop.’I did. I saw her point. She was to show her power; she enjoyed its exercise, in overcoming anything that stood in the way of her arbitrary decision: my feelings, my standards.’Hand me the saucer.’I did. She drew a finger through the goo, and presented it to me. ‘Lick it.’I took the finger into my mouth, and I could see her satisfaction as she checked my hard cock. ‘You don’t relish licking off this saucer, do you, Garth?’ My face gave me away. ‘That’s fine, so long as you accept my alternative.’ ‘Anything,’ I said, foolishly. She had brought with her a large glass bowl. She took the saucer from me and held it in front of her pussy. €˜Hold the bowl below.’

As I did, she unleashed her piss onto the saucer, deflecting it into the bowl beneath, rinsing my cum. And she must have saved up, for the bowl soon held almost two cups of her golden fluid, with my whitish ribbons floating in there.‘Mom is going to be subject to both to my pussy and your cock. You however are subject to me; as is your cock and its cum. Take the bowl and drink it down.’At first I felt nausea. She saw it. ‘Transgression,’ she reminded me.‘ I don’t know if I can keep it down,’ I said. €˜We don’t know,’ she said. €˜But you can see the point?’ Clarity. That moment. It didn’t matter if I could keep it down. Let my stomach revolt under the transgression. So much the better! The queasy churning now took on a different quality. It was a weird exaltation in being sickened in transgression.

She had become my teacher in willful degradation. I tipped up the bowl and drank deeply. Waves of nausea hit me, yet my cock was upright and she saw it. ‘Your cock appreciates transgression.’ The nausea vanished as I heard her next words. ‘You have earned the right to witness the second phase.’ We planned the scene rather carefully. Three guys she knew would come over while Mom was out. I would be at the door to signal Mom’s arrival, and then disappear into the shadows. Jill’s three friends came over and she introduced them. €˜This is Bruce,’ she said of the short one. €˜Josh, here, is the one I look up to.’ He was well over six feet; we greeted each other. €˜Rock, here, is our “enforcer”. Sometimes we call him ‘truncheon.’’’ This fellow, though polite enough, was built like a refrigerator. And I was soon to learn the other reason for his nickname.

Sister took off her clothes in a hurry. When she was nude and the guys had stripped down. She’d flaunted her pussy to get them excited. Bruce’s and Josh’s cocks were up in an instant. Rock’s expanded and I was amazed at the length and thickness. It seemed to reach half way to his knees. Jill Approached him and said, ‘The truncheon. Will it rise for me?€™ As she stroked the monster, it Became half erect.‘Well, Garth, I’ve gotta get ready here, so why don’t you fluff up Rock?€™She lay back on the sofa and began fingering herself. I’d never sucked a cock before, but I had no time for qualms. €˜Jill’ I said in protest. €˜Garth,’ she replied, wickedly, ‘this pussy is running the show. Suck him!€™ I knelt by Rock and took his giant tool to my lips. I opened wide to accommodate the large head. I tasted his precum and for a second was revolted, but I could see Jill frigging herself in obvious delight at the scene. I began licking the slit and soon the organ stood tall and thick. I swear it was more than seven inches around. €˜Fine,’ said Jill.

The tableau had been planned. I went and stood by the door, watching for Mom, ready to signal. Sister took Bruce’s cock into her mouth. Josh, according to plan, lifted her legs way up toward her shoulders. This enabled Rock to quickly use the bulb to split open her flooded pussy. She pulled her labia apart and thrust up to engage the truncheon, which stretched out my sister’s cunt and slid slowly into the depths of her belly. I could see the Rock’s eyes roll back as he eased her cock in and out of her. I caught sight of Mom, through the peephole, and gave the signal. Rock was just beginning to pick up speed, when there was the sound of the key turning, and as the door opened, Jill slurped Bruce’s cock noisily, jerked off Josh standing next to her, and vigorously fucked Rock’s formidable intruder.

Mom froze in utter shock. Sister pushed Bruce’s cock out of her mouth, and dropped Josh’s. She gave a cry, but left her pussy impaled on Rock. Mom strode toward them, and there was pandemonium as the guys gathered their things and fled out the door, clutching their clothes to their genitals. My sister started to cry again. ‘Mom, I don’t know why I’m doing this.’ Mom threw a comforter from the sofa over Jill and sat there nearby. My sister, lying there, pressed against Mom. €˜ I just want to die.’ That got to her. ‘Nonsense, my dear. You are not so bad. You have lost your way.’ ‘Mom, I think of what you did for me.’ Jill wanted to remind her. Mom winced; she had tried to put it out of her mind. Sister began to turn the key in the lock. ‘I saw your pussy get fucked for me; I know I have got to suffer.’ Mom looked puzzled.‘I must pay the price for what I asked of you and for what you suffered.’Mom was beginning to see how the old scene with me, was affecting Jill. As we had expected, she was clearly becoming quite distressed. ‘You don’t have to pay, honey,’ she protested.

‘When you came in, I was paying. I love you Mom.’Seeing the connection, Mom looked suddenly guilty. The degrading sex and now, even the gangbang, were my sister’s reaction to Mom’s act. ‘Honey, I was trying to save you.’ ‘I know what you’re saying Mom. But when I picture your pussy being fucked, I know there is a price to be paid. I’m a piece of shit. I know what I made you do, and I can’t stop myself from going to hell.’ Mom got a look of utter hopelessness. The next day, she even apologized to my sister about the gangbang. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘it happened because of me.’

When next we met, we agreed the plan was on track, but Jill said she hadn’t figure out the details of the third and last phase. Mom, by now, seemed like the walking dead. She was not sleeping. Jill made a point of going out two more times in the next week and coming home looking freshly fucked. I made a point of being nasty, and one time brought her to tears–or so it looked. €˜You are loathsome,’ she said to me. Mom saw a downward spiral and was just devastated. We saw her crying at times, and Jill mentioned repeated apologies.

Jill and I were talking, when the idea came to her. €˜I’ve got it,’ she said. €˜If she now sees me go down into the most extreme degradation, her guilt will max out. There will be only one way to make it clear to me that I was not the reason she fucked you. And you will have no problem making her say just what we want.’‘How will we do it?€™â€˜Garth, at least for a couple minutes, you’re going to get your wish.’ She pointed to her cunt. €˜Play along; take your clues from me; above all, act mean and evil.’‘I do my best.’ We set the scene the following night. Sis took off her clothing, and said, ‘Have a look at the promised land!€™ She showed off the freshly washed pussy I’d eaten so many times lately, but never gotten my cock into. €˜Can you get it up?€™ she teased. I was as erect as a lamppost. €˜Show me your cock.’

Flattered, I dropped my pants and shorts and approached. Taking it in her hand, she said, ‘I want it super hard, Garth. Is this as hard as it gets?€™ I didn’t know what to say. €˜Let me help, big brother.’ She took two fingers and shoved them into her pussy, wetting them; ‘Have a lick!€™ My cock felt like it would explode. She saw the twitch as I took the fingers in my mouth.‘Do you know the drill?€™ she said, ’It’s almost time.’‘What do I do?€™â€˜I will be acting as self-degrading as possible. You reinforce it. €¦ It’s almost 5,’ she said, ‘Show time.’She lay back on the sofa and drew up her legs. She parted her labia while watching my cock intently. I still hadn’t figured out the whole plan, but she wanted it that way, so it wouldn’t look rehearsed.

I knelt between her legs and stroked the head of my cock between those lips. I had long imagined the moment. My own sister. This time we were acting a bit, but I knew it would lead further; and it wasn’t all acting; she’d enjoy it and wouldn’t try to hide it. €˜Give it to me,’ she saidshe was tight and slick already and bucked up her hips to impale herself. In a couple minutes, her pussy was oozing. The scene, so long awaited, had unimaginably hardened my prick, and my juices were leaking into hers. Our timing was perfect, for we heard the key in the door. She started talking.‘You like this slut’s pussy, don’t you, Garth. €¦Yes, I’m scum and I want more scum. Give it to me!!€™â€˜Yes, Jill, I’m fucking your whore’s twat.’

€˜I want your scum in my dirty cunt,’ cried Jill, just as Mom entered the room and froze in her tracks. Her jaw dropped. €˜I deserve this, you mean son of a bitch.’Mom yelled ‘Stop’ and rushed to pull me off Jill. I didn’t resist. I got into the spirit, though.‘You love it, slut; you asked for it. Mom can’t rescue you from yourself.’Jill started to cry.‘Jill, honey, this is not what you deserve.’‘Yes, Mom, I have to pay.’‘Why, honey?€™â€˜I saw you take in this son of a bitch’s dick’Mom remembered the connection again; she’d stepped in for Jill, but then her degradation had made Jill feel responsible. There was guilt and anguish on her face, and I knew Jill had gotten the knife right into her guts.‘I have to take in this scum; God, I feel like shit.’

€˜This slut just wants it and she’s going to get it.’Mom was trying to figure out how to save Jill. She felt she had to.‘I deserve it; I deserve it,’ said Jill. Mom must have realized she had to deal with me, for she began to probe. €˜You just like to move in on Jill’s misery?€™ I realized the key was turning in the lock. I glanced at Jill; she saw it too. €˜Well, Mom, a lay is a lay. Here it was, offered on a plate.’ Mom had all the pieces now. She hesitated. €˜You wanted a lay.’ ‘Yep. A hot one.’ ‘How did you like my pussy, Garth?€™â€˜I liked it Mom.’‘You want some, right now?€™â€˜Well, Mom I had to twist your arm last time.’ I gave the screw a turn. She had come to the bridge.A knowing look came to her face. €˜Garth, Hon, you know it was weird how it happened; it sort of took me by surprise. And I didn’t say it after, but it turned out not to be a chore at all.’‘Oh?€™â€˜You never heard me complain, did you?€™

She had decided. She was showing Jill that she wanted it now, and suggesting that she’d wanted it, then. I was careful not to jump.‘You have a fine cock, son.’‘Thanks, Mom.’She cupped her breasts under her thin blouse. €˜Do you like these tits?€™â€˜Yes, I always did.’ She moved toward me.‘Touch me, Garth.’ I hesitated. €˜Mom, you don’t have to do something you don’t want to. You’re not responsible for Jill’s being fucked up.’ This was the opposite of what I wanted her to think. I was tearing open the wound. €˜Of course, I might just get tired of fucking her.’ I dared to be obvious, at this point. It was her choice.‘I need you, Garth.’ She moved in closer and started unbuttoning her blouse. I put my hand on her hip. She moved it down in front of her pants. I pressed, and she ground up against my hand. But again I waited.‘Garth, please, I want you.’ The words. Triumph. I couldn’t glance over at Jill then, but I imagined her look.‘You want this son of a bitch?€™ A brilliant move from Jill. Mom could not back off now, only move ahead.‘Jill, leave yourself out of it. This isn’t to defend your honor. I want his cock and you’re not the reason.’ Hoping to undo the past, I guess, she added, ‘You never were.’ Turning toward me, she said, ‘He’s my son. He’s my sexy son.’ Jill moved away.‘Show me what you want, Mom; tell me.’

Standing just inches from me, she unzipped her pants and took off her blouse. Then her bra came off and those full breasts spilled out. She stood with them against my chest. She reached for my cock. I did Not move. Under her strokes I’d never felt it that hard, even when I’d fucked her before. She does want it, I thought, or she’d better put on the show of her life. I waited another couple seconds. She dropped her pants and stepped out of them. €˜I want it, Garth. I want your cock in me.’I helped her remove her panties, and I pressed her body fully against me, my cock against her belly. We moved toward the sofa just where I had been fucking Jill. She lay back. €˜You’ve seen this pussy, Garth, remember your fingers in there a couple weeks ago?€™ I needed no further hint. I slid two fingers into her reeking cunt, while watching her closely. Her eyes fluttered and she pressed her pussy further onto my fingers. €˜Deep, Garth.’ I pushed in and stirred them in her slackening hole. I saw Jill had retired to a nearby chair and was idly touching herself. Mom grasped my cock, and again I hesitated even as she pulled.‘In my pussy,’ she said, moving my fingers out of her. Clenching the head, she stroked her slit with it. My cock twitched as it passed over her clit and twinged wonderfully as I began leaking into her pussy. Tentatively she put the head into her hole. Flooding, clear mucus quickly covered it and eased my passage in. I felt her cunt muscles contracting around me as I drove it till I felt her cervix. The cervix through which I had entered this world.

I drew her legs up, wanting to see her impalement; she placed them on my shoulders. €˜Mom, I love how you fuck me.’ She shoved her hips upward; her face was serious as her body writhed against mine. My shaft was smothered in her, drowning in her liquid. I glanced down at the slick lips grazing my cock; she saw the lust in my face and grunted in response. €˜Come on; fuck me. You love my hot cunt, don’t you.’ I jammed in every inch, to answer her question.‘You want to taste my fuck, don’t you honey?€™ She reached down into the swamp and brought up two fingers coated in the glistening slickness. She pushed them to my lips; I sniffed Mom’s most intimate aroma; a craving for all of her seized me. My thrusts came even harder, squeezing into that cunt that now seemed even tighter than I remembered. I reached toward her clit; as I fingered it, I heard her moans. Her jerks and twitches were surely genuine. €˜Doggy style?€™ I suggested. I helped her turn over and pulled her firm ass up, toward me. Glimpsing the tight butt I’d admired since I was a kid, I brought her cunt roughly onto my prick. I skewered her from behind, and her face was buried in the sofa; turned away from Jill, as I’d hoped. I worked her clit from above as her body shook and stiffened, then relaxed, then drove up and onto me, clenching my cock. I reached around to her hard nipples and tweaking and twisting. I wanted her to be past caring or thinking.

I saw Jill across the room, frigging her pussy, quietly but effectively. I nodded for her to approach. To keep Mom occupied, I wet my index finger in her juices and began working the tip into her asshole. In my first full view, the brown rose opened graciously. Mom’s wonderful stench. My finger slid deep into her ass. My mom thrashed her hips into my cock and finger. Jill, standing beside us, reached for Mom’s breasts with her right hand and pinched the nipples. Mom didn’t even notice the second set of hands. Jill would stop, every minute or so, and reach into her pussy with her left hand, then thrust her gooey fingers into my mouth, and feed me on the cunt sauce she knew I craved.

Mom, ass twitching in the air, was groaning loudly, and she kept to her plan. She drew me along. €˜Garth I’m going to come and then I want you to.’ She started slamming her cunt onto my cock, her ass twisting. I heard her pants. €˜Fuck me, Mom. Come in me.’ Removing my finger from her ass, I reached down again to her clit, into the swampy juices. I held it between two fingers, pressing them, riding them up the shaft to the head. Then Jill took her two fingers out of my mouth and shoved them into the opened anus. The cunt glove on my cock tightened; then she pressed down with her fingers, through the thin walls, onto my shaft. She frigged Mom’s ass with her left hand and her own pussy with her right. I felt a series of jolts as Mom’s body slammed into mine, and heard her cry of orgasm as she twisted and writhed under me. Jill, her hand having worked deep into her own twat, was in the throes herself, but I sensed her waiting for me; then I felt her fingers working me inside of Mom’s cunt. €˜Goddddd,’ I cried as my cock exploded, spurted, emptied; before black brightness enveloped me, I saw Jill contorted in her own climax, half of her right hand crammed into her pussy. Almost fainting,

I reached and steadied myself on the back of the sofa. Mom’s ass devoured Jill’s fingers, and her pussy, true to its nature, squeezed and almost sucked at my cock; the pressure made our cum flow out and down her legs, onto the sofa. As she subsided, Jill disappeared up the hall, into the darkness. The next day, right here, we celebrated; Jill invited me to go down on her, and along with Jill’s fresh aroma, I could still smell the pungent reminder of Mom’s lust. Did u like the story? Please rate it and post ur comments to me and one thing more, this story is not real. It’s just made by me for ur enjoyment.There is another information for all the readers that, I m a young call boy. I give services in all the areas of I.P.EXTENSION (Delhi) and other areas attached with it, with a nominal fees of just Rs. 130/- for 1hour and 30minutes. I m quiet experienced in this job as I have satisfied around six girls through this facility.So, any married / unmarried women, unsatisfied aunty or a girl above 15 years of age desiring for a soft core or hardcore sex can mail me.Your secrecy / privacy would be maintained at any cost and the satisfaction of sex would be guaranteed by me.You have to just pick up ur computer and mail me ur comments to [email protected] enjoy, because life fucks everyone!!

Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here..”You had better stop now, honey. I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to come in your mouth. Maybe you should finish me off with your hand.”My beautiful daughter took her mouth off of my cock and smiled up at me. “Well, Dad, it wouldn’t really be a blow job unless you came in my mouth, and it isn’t like it would be my first time. I’ve sucked off at least ten guys.””Well, if you really want me to,” I said. Knowing that I was close and ready to come at any time, she sucked enthusiastically. Damn, she was good. I had never had such incredible head. She didn’t bat an eye when I started shooting. The load had been simmering in my balls for three days and was enough for two men, yet she swallowed it with ease.

“That was great, Dad. You have the biggest cock i’ve ever sucked and you gave me the biggest load i’ve ever had. Yum-yum!” I suppose I should explain how my daughter came to be on her knees sucking me off. Eighteen-year-old Carol had just finished her freshman year at a prestigious Ivy League school and was home on summer vacation. It cost me a fortune to send her to that school, but some of my investments had paid off so I could afford it. I wanted only the best for her. I had divorced my bitch of a wife two years previously. She was impossible to live with after she became an alcoholic. The experience left my psyche so scarred that I avoided women like the plague. My sex life, consisting exclusively of voyeurism and masturbation, could best be described as unhealthy. Shortly after Carol came home, I received a mail order I had placed for several porno tapes. I always broke in new tapes with lengthy masturbation sessions, so I loaded the tape into the VCR, stripped off my clothes, and stretched out on my bed. In Carol’s absence, I had become very careless about closing my door. It was several inches ajar so that anyone passing by would see what I was doing. I don’t know how I could have been so careless. Perhaps subconsciously I wanted to get caught.

I stroked the length of my greasy cock as I watched several men and women mate in some very imaginative ways. I had been at it for about twenty minutes when a voice from behind my right shoulder said, “Dad, do you want some help with that?” I believe I may have had a very brief out-of-body experience at that instant.”Wow, look at them go at it,” she said, as she pointed at the screen. “Now those people have the right idea. I sure would love to be in that pile with them.”I quickly covered myself with a pillow, but the harm had already been done. “Dad, you don’t have to be ashamed of masturbating. Sometimes I get so horny I rub my pussy raw. I would be glad to lend a hand. You’ve done so much for me that the least I can do is help you get your rocks off.”If I hadn’t been so unbearably horny, I would have sent her on her way and there would not be a story to tell, but my cock was doing my thinking for me. I didn’t want to seem too eager and waited a couple of minutes before responding.”I’m afraid you might be disgusted by it, honey,” I said.

“No way, Dad. I’ve been jacking guys off since seventh grade. I love doing it. Please let me jack you off. It would be the biggest thrill of my life.”I never actually gave her verbal consent; I simply moved the pillow aside. She sat next to me on the bed. When her soft hand encircled my cock, electricity seemed to course through my body. It had been two years since my cock had been stroked by someone else’s hand.”This is really a beauty, Dad. I’ve never seen one this big except in porno. It is a shame that this thing is going to waste. You need to find a girlfriend to use this thing on. This fucker must be at least nine inches long. Wow! Now you just relax, watch the people fucking, and i’ll do the rest. This is going to be fun for both of us.”

It seemed like a dream that I would wake up from at any moment. Incest was for rednecks in trailer parks, not for well-educated, refined, successful men like myself. Yet I did nothing to stop her. My brain, filled with eighteen years of academic schooling, shut down and my cock took over. The evil one-eyed monster was doing all of my thinking for me. It was obvious that my daughter knew her way around a cock. Her stimulation of the ultra-sensitive band of nerves just behind the head caused my legs to jerk like frog legs in a frying pan. I nearly went over the edge when she lowered her head and dropped a mouthful of warm spit on my cock to lubricate it.It was impossible to take in everything that was happening on the screen. A dozen people were involved in a variety of sex acts – gay, straight and everything in between. “You really have good taste in porn, Dad,” Carol said. “That bitch with the strap-on is really hot. Did you know that I like girls, too?”

My daughter’s shocking revelation was the straw that broke the camel’s back and my cock became a fountain. I came so hard that a gob of jism landed on my cheek. “Wheee, that’s it, Daddy, fire away!” She jacked me almost painfully hard. My cum-cannon fired a volley all over my chest and belly. It was an orgasm unlike any that I had produced with my own hand. My daughter’s gleeful reaction made it all the more intense. She continued jacking me even after the fireworks ended.”Damn, Daddy. I’ve never seen anything like that before. You should be making porno movies. You came like a fucking horse!”Carol brought a towel from the bathroom and dried me. “i’ll be glad to do you every day, Daddy. Even two or three times a day. As many as you need.” As she dried my cock, it began to harden.”My, my, what have we here? Daddy, you really are a lecher. It looks like I’m going to have to beat you off again.”

She didn’t touch my cock that time. Instead, she jacked me through the soft cloth. She giggled as the towel slid up and down my shaft. I managed to last five minutes or so, then the cum that had been left in my balls after my first orgasm shot into the towel.After Carol left, I vowed that I would have no further sexual contact with her. I shuddered to think what might happen when my cock started thinking for me. I doubted my ability to resist her ample charms. However, my resolve only lasted a few days. As I lay on my bed masturbating, I remembered how good my daughter’s hand had felt on my cock. Her playful demeanor had made it all seem so harmless. I went to her room with my hard-on bobbing in Front of me she was lying on the bed watching TV in a skimpy bra and panties. She smiled when she saw Me.”I was wondering how long you could hold out, Daddy. Come and let nurse Carol treat that swelling between your legs.”She tossed aside her panties and bra and stood naked in front of me. It is difficult to find the words to describe her beautiful body. Superlatives like flawless and awesome seem to fall short. Her pear-shaped tits were small but perfect, with swollen nipples pointing toward the ceiling. The seductress arched her back to make the fruity orbs more prominent. My eyes were drawn to her sweet cunt, the jewel of her body. Only a thin strip of silky hair ran down her slit. She found some excuse to turn so I could see the perfection of her ass. My cock, now completely out of my control, bobbed a salute to the golden globes.”Daddy, I have decided that you deserve far more than a hand job. I will not take no for an answer. You are the handsomest man I know, and I am going to have my way with you.”

That brings me back to the beginning of my story with Carol on her knees in front of me, smacking her lips after tasting my essence for the first time. I was deeply ashamed of myself for my inexcusable behavior, but felt a little better when I reminded myself that she had been the initiator. The sense of shame passed quickly.”You know, Daddy, it really isn’t fair that you are getting oral sex and I’m not. I think it’s time for something a little more advanced.”Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as she pushed me back and mounted me sixty-nine style. I watched in awe as her dainty cunt descended on my mouth. The tip of her clit had emerged from the hood and glistened like a tiny, pink pearl. She began grinding the soft flesh down against my lips. It had been a long time since I had eaten pussy, but I suppose it is like riding a bicycle – once you learn how, you never forget. I stuffed my tongue up into my daughter’s fuck-hole and swirled it in circles. I traced wet circles around her prominent button and then slashed my tongue down her slot all the way to her wrinkled anus. I made numerous round trips between her ass-hole and her cum-trigger by various routes, left side, right side, and creamy center.

Carol began humping my mouth so vigorously that she flossed my teeth with her cunt-hairs. I had seen porno queens who seemingly had the ability to ejaculate but I had thought it was a trick until then. Carol’s juices spilled down my flushed cheeks and dripped off my chin. I gave her lovely tits a squeeze that triggered another orgasm. Carol took my drooling cock from her mouth and began licking it like a popsicle. Delightful obscenities streamed from her mouth in between licks. “Oh, Daddy, I love your beautiful cock. It tastes so good. Give me some more of your sweet juice. I want to eat the same stuff that made me. Make your cock shoot in my mouth, Daddy. You can try to hold it back, but I will get it sooner or later.” She finished the lewd outburst, took my cock back into her mouth, and sucked like a whore trying for a big tip. Where had she learned to suck a cock so skillfully? I struggled to hold back, but I was losing the battle. Carol humped my mouth frantically as she succumbed to one orgasm after another. I triggered a strong one by pulling on her nipples. Her moans rippled through my cock. All of my senses were overwhelmed. She retched as I shot my load against her tonsils. We both went into such violent orgasmic convulsions that I don’t know how we stayed connected. The storm gradually passed and she lay heavily on top of me, her chest heaving against my belly.

She turned around and snuggled against my hairy chest. “Wow, Dad, wherever did you learn to eat pussy like that? You nearly sucked me inside out. I just love your cream. My God, there is so much of it. I’ve never gotten so much out of a cock. Your second one was as juicy as your first.””How many people have fucked you?” I asked.”Oh, Daddy, you don’t want to know that.””I always thought you were so innocent, but it turns out that you are really a little slut. As your father, I should be outraged, but I’m really only excited and curious.””You should be glad your little girl is a slut, Dad. If I wasn’t we wouldn’t be doing this. You will have to fuck me, you know. Neither of us will be satisfied until you have speared me with this big, beautiful cock.”My cock, still glistening with her spit, was stretched out on my belly like a snake sunning itself on a rock. She ran her fingertips down the underside to my balls, traced a figure-eight around them and then made her way back up to the head. She repeated the technique until my cock began to rise. “It works every time,” she said with a giggle. My prick was soon hard enough for her to stroke with her fist.

“Carol, I don’t think it would be proper for us to fuck,” I said. “Maybe we should just stick to what we have done so far. I can’t see any real harm in hand jobs and blow jobs. Fucking is something entirely different.””Daddy, if you won’t fuck me, i’ll fuck you!” She suddenly mounted me and impaled herself on my cock. She grinned down at me as she lowered herself until the twin globes of her ass were against my thighs. “How does it feel to have your cock in a tight pussy again, Dad? Now aren’t you glad that I took the initiative.”Her cunt became slicker as she posted up and down on me. “I exercise my pussy muscles every day, Daddy. How do you like the way it feels?” She giggled as she clamped down on my cock. “I bet Mom couldn’t do that, could she?” She was right. Neither her mother nor any other woman I had fucked had had that ability. Each time she lifted her sweet ass off of me, she tightened that wonderful cunt. The tightness was like a hand job, the wetness like a blow job. It was everything combined into one act.Carol bent forward and swung her tits back and forth against my face. “Come on, Dad, I can tell by the way you are staring at my tits that you’re just dying to nurse on them.” I grabbed a tit and began sucking. The nipple was swollen like a tiny cock. I filled my mouth with it, the aureole, and as much of the surrounding tit-flesh as would fit. “That’s the idea, Dad. Get it all in your mouth.”

After twenty minutes of her riding me, I said, “I’m ready to get on top now, honey.” She rolled off onto her back and spread her legs wide. I hooked her legs in the crooks of my arms to hold them back and stabbed at her pussy until my spear found the target. She sucked in her breath as I sank most of my shaft into her. “Oh, yes, Daddy, that’s it. My pussy has never been stretched so wide.”Carol huffed and puffed as I relentlessly fucked her. I was determined to screw her better than she had ever been screwed before. Her sharp fingernails raked across my ass, not hard enough to draw blood but certainly hard enough to get my attention. I smoothly propped her legs on my shoulders and pinned her wrists to the bed. “Oh, yes, Daddy, I love to get fucked like this. Nobody has ever fucked me this good. OH, daddy, fuck me harder., daddy! You’re making me cum again. Shoot your hot cum into me! Oh, yes, uhu..uhu..uhu..uhu..i’m cumming!”

The Kegel contractions in her cunt pulled my trigger and I shot my load into her. My orgasm was just as intense as the others, perhaps even more so. I shrugged Carol’s legs off of my shoulders. She planted her feet for leverage and bucked up against me. Our bellies slapping together sounded like an ass-spanking. Our convulsions gradually subsided and we lay quivering in each other’s arms. A moment of almost unbearable self-loathing came and went.I rolled to the side and we lay in silence, staring at the ceiling. Both of us were gasping for air like fish out of water. When our bodies and minds recovered somewhat, Carol said, “Daddy, do you know what my best girlfriend always says? She says that a girl isn’t truly a slut until her father has fucked her. I guess you could say that you have made a true slut out of me.””Carol, we can’t do this again. It just isn’t right for a man to fuck his daughter. We must put this behind us and never mention it again.”

She slowly began stroking my cock and I did nothing to stop her. How weak I was!”Don’t be silly, Daddy. How long do you think you could hold out? And anyway, you’ve got one more hole to fill.”Did u like the story? Please rate it and post ur comments to me and one thing more, this story is not real. It’s just made by me for ur enjoyment.There is another information for all the readers that, I m a young call boy. I give services in all the areas of I.P.EXTENSION (Delhi) and other areas attached with it, with a nominal fees of just Rs. 130/- for 1hour and 30minutes. I m quiet experienced in this job as I have satisfied around six girls through this facility.So, any married / unmarried women, unsatisfied aunty or a girl above 15 years of age desiring for a soft core or hardcore sex can mail me.Your secrecy / privacy would be maintained at any cost and the satisfaction of sex would be guaranteed by me.You have to just pick up ur computer and mail me ur comments to [email protected] enjoy, because life fucks everyone!!

Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here…It was over at last. I couldn’t believe it. Three of the worst years of my life were nearly at an end. It wasn’t that I hated college because of my studies. In fact, I was expecting an honours degree from all the work I’d put in. No, it was my fellow classmates that had made my life so miserable. It’s not like I’m a spotty nerd or anything. It’s just that I’m not into sports. And if you’re not into sports, then you don’t get to hang around with the guys. And if you don’t hang around with the guys, then you don’t get the girls. And if you don’t get the girls, then you don’t get spoken to by the guys; it’s a vicious circle.

But all of that would soon be behind me. The only activity left was the ‘End of an Era’ school party that was being held at the gym tomorrow, Friday. But I had long decided not to go. Showing up without a date would have been the final humiliation for me. So, I told Mom and Dad of my decision on the phone last week, and said that I’d be catching the 4pm flight home on the day of the dance. Then I would never have to see any of my classmates again; I’d be three thousand miles away. Thursday night’s sleep was the best I had had in three years. I awoke at around ten on a hot summer morning, had a light breakfast and started to pack. I had the biggest smile on my face that you could possibly imagine. After lunch, I decided to take one last look around the one bedroom ground floor apartment that had been my home away from home for three years. I was thinking how funny it would be to share a house with Mom and Dad again. It was while I was in this daydreaming state that I heard the doorbell ring. When I opened my apartment door and saw who was standing there, my mind went blank for about thirty seconds. Eventually, tired of my seeming lack of consciousness, I heard her speak.‘Well, Peter, honey, are you going to let your Mom in, or should I stand here all day?€™â€˜Sure, sure.’ I replied quickly, banging the side of my head with my right hand, just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. But no, that was definitely Mom standing in front of me in the living room.

Be a sweetie and bring my things in off the porch, darling. I’ve had such a terribly long and tiring flight. And do close your mouth, you’re not seeing an illusion. It really is me.’I went out to the porch to see a cab pulling away from the kerb and Mom’s things on the top step. I picked up the small valise and two dress carriers and carried them inside.‘Jeez, Mom, what are you doing here? I’m going home in three hours.’Mom sat down on the couch and began to speak.‘When you phoned last week and told your Father and I that you weren’t going to the end of school dance, it almost broke our hearts. We know that you’ve not enjoyed your time here, but in a few years you’ll come to regret not going to the final part of your college days. You’ll miss the closure that the event carries with it.’

But Mom, even if I had a tuxedo and all the trimmings, which I don’t, I wouldn’t go there without a date. That’d make look a real loser.’Mom asked me to look in the brown dress carrier. I pulled down the zipper to see that inside was a white dress shirt, cummerbund, bow tie and black tux.‘OK Mom, so you got me the suit. So what am I supposed to do for a date? Or did you bring a girl with you as well?€™ I asked, with a heavy dollop of sarcasm.Mom looked up at me from her seat on the couch with the hint of a smile on her fulsome lips.‘As a matter of fact, smart-aleck, I did.’Thinking that I’d left someone outside, I dived over to the window and peered out up and down the street.‘I don’t see anyone.’ I retorted, miserably.‘You’re looking the wrong way.’ Mom began. €˜She’s right behind you.’I turned around slowly to face her. Mom’s smile was now an ear-to-ear grin.‘It’s me, you silly boy. I’m your date.’‘Mom, that’s crazy. Who ever heard of a guy taking his mom to the school dance?€™â€˜I don’t mean take me as your Mom. I mean take me as your date.’When I looked a little hesitatingly at her, she carried on.

Look, nobody here knows that I’m your Mom. You resemble your Father more than me. I mean you’re almost a foot taller than I am, and you have his brown hair and hazel eyes. Providing that you didn’t actually call me Mom it would be easy to fool them all. And besides, neither of us is likely to see any of them again.’I still looked doubtful, but I recognised the stern look on Mom’s face which meant that she was determined to have her own way.‘I haven’t come all this way to be refused a date by own son,’ she began, commandingly. We’re going to that dance tonight and that’s final. From what I read, most boys your age would love to have a girlfriend who is, how shall I say, a little mature. Now try your suit on, and I’ll make any adjustments before I go and take a pill and lie down.’As it happened, the tux and everything else fitted me perfectly, and Mom went to my room at the back of the apartment at around three o’clock, for a nap. I told her that I’d sleep on the couch that night.

At six-fifteen, with Mom still asleep, I had a shower and went back into the living room to dress for the evening. I had my doubts about whether we could pull it off at the dance, and thought about the humiliation of it all if we were to be found out. At six-forty-five, I heard Mom taking a shower, and at seven-twenty, the sound of her heels on the wooden floorboards caused me to look up. Boy, what a sight she was, as she elegantly glided down along the corridor and walked into the living room. I gave out a wolf whistle, and saw Mom blush a little.‘Your old lady doesn’t scrub up too bad, does she?€™ Mom said whilst moving into the classic model’s pose of hands on hips and one foot in front of the other. I had to admit, she was absolutely stunning. Mom is thirty-nine but has the figure of a girl ten years younger. It was just as well in that dress she was wearing. It was full length, black, strapless, with a split up the front to just above the knee. Any bulges in the wrong place would have made it look terrible, but everything looked good to me. Her long, blond hair was loosely assembled on the top of her head, which highlighted her strong cheekbones, and her lips and nails were painted in a deep red gloss. Around her neck was a thin, black velvet choker, and on her feet a pair of black patent high heeled pumps.

Mom, you look absolutely beautiful,’ I said honestly, ‘and so sexy too.’‘Why thank you kind sir,’ Mom replied, giving a deep curtsey which revealed the tops of her fantastic jugs, ‘and you are a very handsome escort. I’m so pleased that you like my FMD.’I looked puzzled. €˜FMD?€™Just then the taxi I had ordered sounded its horn. €˜I may tell you about it later.’ Mom said in a provocative tone of voice. €˜Now, before we set foot outside the door, remember, tonight I am your date, Cathy. I am not you Mom. Got it?€™I nodded my understanding.‘Good. Now, put your arm around my waist and let’s get that cab.’It felt funny holding my Mom like that as we stepped into the warm evening air. I could almost feel her tight skin under the thin, expensive material of her dress. But Mom gave me a reassuring glance, and I felt better.As we alighted the taxi just before eight, the party music was already loud from the gym a few hundred yards away. Regaining my hold around Mom’s waist, we walked up to where the noise emanated. The gym was packed with people drinking and dancing and laughing and talking. I already felt out-of-place. Above the sound of the music, it was still easy to hear each other talk. So I asked Mom if she’d like a glass of punch. She nodded and we set off in the direction of the drinks’ table. On the way, we had to pass by a group of guys and their girlfriends who were my classmates. Their conversation stopped immediately they saw Mom and I. I ignored them and carried on.

Moments later, with punch in hand, Mom and I were approached by four of the guys I just mentioned.‘Evening, sport,’ one of them began, ‘didn’t expect to see you here. Who’s the lovely lady?€™This was the last thing I had wanted. I just thought we would come in, show our faces, be left alone, and then leave. But within two minutes of arriving, here I was, being interrogated by guys I hated. And to make matters worse, my mouth had decided to stop working. After what seemed like hours, Mom gave me a gentle dig to encourage me to answer the question.‘Hi, guys. Errr, this is my M-M-M..’‘What Pete means to say,’ Mom interrupted just before I made the one big mistake that would tear the whole ruse apart, ‘ is that I am Cathy, his girlfriend.The four looked at each other. Then the spokesman began to smile, followed by the others. €˜Well, well, old boy. You’re a bit of a dark horse, aren’t you. Just how long have you two been an item?€™Once again Mom saved the day when my voice deserted me: ‘Pete and I met about a year ago. We’ve been seeing each other at every opportunity.’

I think the guys still had doubts about us, but these were overridden by a curiosity to know more. So they asked Mom and I to join them and their dates on the other side of the room. I was just about to decline the offer, when I heard Mom tell the guys that we’d be delighted.

Half an hour, and two glasses of punch later, Mom and I were at the centre of the crowd. She was charming to the boys and they loved every minute of her attention. Even the girls managed to find me Interesting and attractive. Better late than never, I thought.Just as everything was going swimmingly, or so I thought, Mom motioned to me that she wanted to speak to me alone. I had that stupid puzzled look on my face again, and so it was Mom who took the lead and suggested that we dance. As I took her hand, I managed to find a quiet spot on the makeshift dance-floor and asked what was wrong.‘Some of your classmates are beginning to have doubts about us.’ Mom said. I began to panic, thinking that we were about to be exposed as mother and son.‘No, it’s not your mother they think I am,’ she continued, ‘they suspect I might be a hooker that you’ve hired for the night.’‘My god, that’s not much comfort either. What can we do?€™Mom looked up at me with that stern look in her face again.‘The only thing that will convince them that I’m not a paid escort is if you kiss me.’‘But, jeez, I can’t do that.’ I complained. €˜Isn’t there another way?€™

Mom shook her head. €˜The only thing that a prostitute doesn’t do with a trick is let him kiss her. I know it sounds funny, considering everything else that they will do, but it’s a fact nevertheless. It’s the only way that we’ll stop their nagging doubts. Will you kiss me? I mean, surely it can’t be that unpleasant a prospect.’ She said, with a smile.I smiled back, and nodded my consent.So, as the music played and we danced, as my classmates watched closely from the side of the dance area, I took hold of Mom’s bare arms, pulled her towards me, and bent my head down to kiss her lightly on the cheek. When I stood up again, the look on her face was clearly one of anger.‘What the hell are you doing?€™ she whispered, ‘that’s the way a boy kisses his mom. Do you want to do this right or not?€™ She hissed. Mom moved her hands up to my face, and clasped them at the back of my neck. Pulling me towards her, she spoke again:‘Honey, hold me tightly around the waist, bring your mouth close to mine, and leave the rest to me. Trust me.’

I placed my hands on Mom’s tiny waist and did as she ordered. She pulled my head closer to hers. I was nervous, sweating and awkward. We looked intently into each other’s eyes as her lips touched mine. I felt the sweet taste of her lipstick, smelt the aroma of her perfume, and sensed the heat of her flesh. Still gazing into her eyes, I became aware of Mom’s mouth slowly parting. Then the moistness of a tongue, my Mom’s tongue, touched my lips. Slowly, it searched for an opening in my lips. The look in Mom’s eyes was telling me to let her in. As I allowed a gap to form between my top and bottom lips, I felt mom’s tongue slide into my mouth. Now it was looking for my own tongue. I felt a bolt of electricity roam through my entire body as the tips of our tongues touched. At the same time, I became aware of a hardening within my pants. Jeez, I was french kissing my own mom, and getting a hard-on as well. It was at that point that civilised morals gave way to animal nature. I became an active participant in our clinch. I forced my tongue over Mom’s, and guided it into her mouth. I felt as though we were bruising each other’s lips, such was the pressure we exerted. I slanted my head this way and that in an effort to get deeper into her throat. At the back of my neck, Mom’s hands held my face firmly against hers, whilst I pulled her waist even closer into my body. It was only the poor mixing by the DJ, and the sudden silence of a record that wasn’t set up right, that brought us both back to reality. Reluctantly, I let go of her.

Well, I think that should have convinced them.’ I said, feeling terribly embarrassed and self-conscious. Mom’s face was flushed: ‘It very nearly convinced me. You’ve made my legs turn to jelly.’ As we walked back to the group, Mom and I sensed that any doubts they had were fading fast. But just to make sure, she suggested that I rest my hand on her ass for a while. She said that is where I would have it if I really was her boyfriend. So when we were all talking together again, I slowly let my right hand move down over the curve of her spine, and onto her firm butt cheek. I let it stay there for a while without moving. Mom never gave it any attention. After a few minutes I decided to move my hand around her ass a bit. It felt lean and soft, but the one thing that became obvious very quickly, was that she wasn’t wearing any panties. But I suppose the tightness of her dress would have made any underwear impossible. As I caressed and squeezed Mom’s butt, she still didn’t flinch. So, feeling just a little horny, I thought I’d take a little bit of an advantage of the situation. Ever so gently, I allowed the middle finger of my hand to trace the line of her ass crack. I started near the small of her back, and she didn’t make any objections. I let my digit move slowly downwards, pretending to be unaware of its travels by engaging one of the girls in meaningless conversation. It was just as I began to press the tip of my finger against her anus that I felt her butt cheeks tighten. By instinct, I looked around. Mom was glaring at me with that stern, school-ma’am, expression. I thought I was in really big trouble with her, but after a second or two, her face softened to a smile.

Let’s have another dance’, she commanded. I led Mom onto the packed dance-floor just as a slow, sexy record came on. We jostled for a space near the back and I pulled her into me.‘You seem to have got the hang of this now.’ She remarked, cheekily. I pulled her in tight, and she held me around my waist. When she looked up at me with those big, blue eyes, all suggestive and promising, I lowered my face to hers. This time it was I who was the more forceful. As my tongue re-entered Mom’s mouth, I thought I detected a faint amusement in her eyes. Soon, we were both in the throes of another passionate kiss. Our heads moving from one side to the other to accommodate greater access.

I felt my dick starting to rise again, but now something in me wanted Mom to be aware of its existence too. But every time I tried to thrust my groin in her direction, she always managed to move out of the way. I could see that just a few paces behind Mom was a wall. If I could jam her up against that, then she would have no place to escape. So, as both our mouths filled up with the other’s saliva, and I felt her lipstick begin to smear my face, I tried, unobtrusively, to push Mom backwards. In no time at all, her back was against the wall, and she could retreat no further. I saw her eyes widen as she realised the implication. But neither one of us relaxed the pressure of our entangled lips. I slowly let my hands move down from Mom’s waist until they were gripping her ass cheeks. My dick was almost fully erect as I pushed it against Mom’s abdomen. I could feel her trying to squirm out of the way, but I held her Tightly in position. At last, I could take no more and pulled my lips from hers. The record was just coming To an end as I whispered in her ear: ‘Mom, I gotta fuck you.’‘Whoaaaaa, take it easy tiger,’ Mom said softly. €˜With all these people around, you’ll get us arrested. Lets go outside and cool down.’I could hardly believe how stupid I’d been to let myself get carried away, and as we walked to a quiet bench in the campus grounds, I apologised to Mom for making a fool of myself. We sat down in the warm late evening twilight, and Mom began to speak.‘Don’t beat down on yourself, honey. It’s the FMD.’I looked in puzzlement again at those three letters, and Mom said that what she was about to tell me should never be repeated to anyone; not even Dad. I agreed, and she continued.‘FMD stands for Fuck Me Dress. I’ve worn it three times already and on each occasion, I got, well, you can guess. There’s just something about this dress that drives the male of the species wild. It’s never happened with any of my other outfits. First time I wore it was when your Father took me to the opera to see Carmen. He was so aroused that he had me in one of the stalls in the men’s room during the interval.’I asked about the other occasions. It was then that she looked anxious and made me repeat my promise.‘Sweetheart, first thing I want to tell you is that for the two men in my life, you and your Father, I would do anything. I would die for either of you. You’ve got to know that. Now I don’t want to shock you, honey, but the other two times weren’t with your Father.’The look of concern on my face caused Mom to say that she was still in love with Dad and that all would be explained. Then she went on:

Last Christmas, your Father and I went to his work’s party. It was an all expenses paid trip with overnight accommodation. It really is a chance to unwind at the company’s expense after a hard year. Anyway, after dinner, your Dad’s boss, old man Quigley, he comes up and asks me for a dance. Of course I accept, and he leads me on to a dimly lit, crowded dance –floor. Because he’s your Father’s boss, I let him put his hands where I wouldn’t let anyone else. Your Dad can’t afford to lose this job, not with your school fees and the mortgage to pay. So Quigley finds out, as I’m sure you have, that I can’t wear panties with this dress.’ I blushed at that before she continued Anyway, he makes it very clear to me that he can make life very hard or very easy for your Dad, and which way it will be is all up to me. It took me about half a second to catch his drift. What could I do? Have your Father posted to some shitty little backwater, where he’d never make any commission, or sacrifice myself to give him an easy life. Peter, darling, I hope that you don’t think the worst of me, but I told the old man that he could have sex with me, just the once. He arranged for your Father to leave the party early by sending him to an out-of-town office on the pretence of getting some important files., and then he took me up to his room. I thought his age meant that it would all be over quite quickly. But he was like an animal. He took me three times in two hours. I had to wear head to toe clothes for weeks until the bite and bruise marks had disappeared.’

I was astonished at Mom’s disclosure, and was confused over how I should feel. Sure, she had made a sacrifice for Dad, but she was still a whore whichever way you looked at it. Then, when she told me that the third time was another sacrifice to get Dad a big contract with some old Japanese guy, any pity that I had had began to dissolve. In fact, I was feeling horny for her all over again. You see, while Mom Had been telling me the story, she had crossed her legs towards me, and the split in her dress had revealed them up to mid thigh. The moonlight contrasted the lighter tones of her legs with the darkness of her dress like a spotlight. I noticed that her heels were so high that her instep was almost vertical. And when she dangled a shoe carelessly off her foot, I almost creamed. I don’t think she noticed at all, she just kept on talking: So you see darling, it’s not your fault at all that you’ve become aroused. It’s this dress. Now, why don’t we go back and say goodbye forever to your former classmates and go home?€™ We stood up silently. As we walked back to the party for that last time, I honestly did feel pangs of sorrow at having to leave. Just before we entered the building, Mom reminded me that my hand should still be firmly on her ass; we still had people to fool.

We said our farewells and walked to a line of taxis that were waiting at the front of the campus. I climbed in behind the driver, having first seen Mom into the seat to my right. The journey was accomplished in almost total silence. The streetlights flickered into the car, now and then highlighting an expanse of bare thigh caused by Mom’s crossed legs. I couldn’t help but steal sneaky sideways glances at them. She was so sexy. I got even more turned on when I noticed that the old guy driving the cab had adjusted his rear-view mirror so that he, too, could take advantage of Mom’s free display Just as we pulled up to my apartment, Mom leaned over and asked me for the keys. She said she’d go and open up whilst I paid the cabby. By the time I got out of the car, I could see that the front door was open, and Mom was just disappearing into my flat. As I closed the front door behind me, noticing that there were no lights on at all in any of the rooms, I heard Mom’s voice from the bedroom asking to see me.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, but I knocked gently anyway. Mom’s soft voice invited me in. The room was in darkness as I entered. I went to turn on the light but Mom told me not to. I could see her standing, back and hands flat against the wall to my right. I asked what was wrong. When Mom spoke, I noticed that her voice was much deeper than usual. Half-an-hour ago, when we were on the dance floor, and you made it very clear what you’d like to do to me, do you remember what I said?€™I became really embarrassed and apologised again for getting carried away‘Do you remember my reply?€™ Mom repeated, sternly.I thought I was in for a really big load of trouble, so my voice was almost too faint for either of us to hear.

Yes. You said something like, with all these people round, I would get the two of us arrested.’‘That’s right.’ Mom said. €˜Now, what did I tell you about my FMD?€™My tone still uncertain and shaky, I began to reply. €˜You said that every time you wear that dress you end up getting fucked.’‘Very good, honey. You have been paying attention to your Mom.’ She said in a school ma’am type way, before continuing. €˜Well, I don’t see anyone around here but you and me. And the question I’m asking myself is, will my FMD still have its 100% record tomorrow?€™

I looked puzzled. I wasn’t sure what she was saying or whether she expected a reply. Mom obviously sensed my confusion.‘Maybe this will help you.’ she whispered. And after she spoke, I saw the palms of her hands propel her from the wall she had been leaning against. Splinters of light shone in from the window opposite where Mom stood, illuminating her like daggers of light across her body. At first, I thought it was a trick of the conditions that I was seeing. But then it hit me like a sledgehammer. Mom’s dress was slowly sliding down her body.

The top of the material first uncovered her breasts. They had never been too enclosed by the dress anyway, but now I could definitely see a pair of nipples hardening in the warm night air. Any uncertainty about what I was seeing was quickly dispelled as Mom’s naked waist, then hips, then upper thighs came into view. Obviously, she had undone the zipper at the back of her dress earlier, and it had only been kept up by the pressure of her leaning firmly against the wall. Before I could react, the FMD was lying around Mom’s feet. Except for the choker around her neck and the high heels on her feet, she was entirely naked.

I felt my mouth dry up almost instantly. I was lost for action. As my eyes became accustomed to the light level, I could see that Mom clearly liked to have a completely bare pussy. I became very excited when She huskily told me to move closer. As I moved to within a couple of feet of my Mom’s nakedness, she kicked the dress away from underneath her high heels.Touch me. She ordered.

I tentatively sent out my right hand in her direction. My elongated index finger poked at her waist, like I was testing the firmness of a steak. It was the barest of contacts, but it sent an electrical surge right through my body and right along my dick to the very tip. As the rest of my right hand joined the index finger on the hot, firm flesh of Mom’s narrow waist, she too, gave out an audible groan. Then she gave me my second instruction:Kiss me.

I grabbed hold of Mom with both hands and pulled her body towards me. As I moved my mouth closer to hers, she arched her head back, teasingly trying to avoid me. It was a game I enjoyed playing, as I sought her lips with mine and she acted coy. Eventually the toying was over. We locked our mouths together in a tight seal, allowing only each other’s saliva to pass between us. My hands groped at her large, firm breasts causing Mom to issue a silent scream that was muffled by my tongue. Her hands had busily worked to release me from my tux jacket. Now they were frantically undoing my belt and trouser zipper. I could hardly believe it. This was my own mother trying to get inside my pants.

As she got the zip down halfway, Mom pulled away from our embrace. I could feel the fresh lipstick she had applied smeared over my mouth. Like animals, we both tore at the buttons on my shirt, eventually removing the garment and throwing it onto the floor. Mom reached up and bit me on my left shoulder like she was a vampire. The pain was intense but highly pleasurable. She brought her hands up to my chest, and as she raked her long nails down towards my stomach, Mom slid down the wall until her head was level with my groin. I looked down, mesmerised by what I saw. My own Mom, kneeling in front of me, teasing the zip over the bulge that was in my pants. I couldn’t stand the delay any longer. I pushed her hands away and lowered the zipper myself. As my trousers fell around my ankles, I pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts over my extended, throbbing cock. At last it was free and exposed to Mom’s gaze. I just wanted it to be inside her mouth. So I grabbed hold of it firmly in my right hand, took a hunk of Mom’s hair in my left, and thrust it between her red lips. I will never forget that first time. As her throat gave way to my meat rod, and her tongue enveloped my slippery helmet, my head involuntarily snapped back in sheer ecstasy of the situation. After a second or two, I looked down again to see my shiny shaft slipping in and out of Mom’s gorging mouth. She was really chomping on it and Making loud slurping noises with each outward movement. I could feel the juices starting to well up in my balls. I wanted to cum over Mom’s face and then watch her lick my tool dry. I held on for as long as I could, and found myself straining every muscle to delay the satisfaction. But Mom’s mouth was too good, and the sight of her doing this to me made me lose my load quicker than I would have liked. I gripped my shaft and pulled it out from between her lips at just that very moment when the white stuff began to squirt out. I tipped Mom’s head back and leaned over her to direct my goo where I wanted it to go. I needn’t have worried. So much of it came out that her entire face was covered in the mess. As the final few drops came out, I forced it back into her mouth and told her to suck me dry. Mom’s expert mouth did the job perfectly. As my knees buckled and I sank against the wall, I looked down at Mom who was greedily moving my spunk from around her nose, forehead and cheeks into her throat.

Mom squeezed out from below where I stood and moved around back of me. I felt her nails gently raking along my spine.When you’ve fully recovered, honey, I’ll be lying on the bed for you.’After a couple of minutes, my breathing returned to normal, and I turned around to face the bed. Mom was lying there, arms stretched out like a crucifix. Her waist was twisted towards the right, and her legs bent. She was still wearing that sexy choker and those tall high heels. I knelt down on the bed beside her legs. She looked down as my hands went out to touch the firmness of her calf. I had wanted to caress those legs all night, and now I could do so at my leisure. They were firm and shapely. Long in proportion to her height and without a trace of cellulite. I fondled them for about five minutes. Then, I moved them apart and knelt in between them. In the shafts of moonlight, I could make out the moistness around Mom’s pussy. I was starting to get hard again. By the time I had licked and gently bitten Mom to a climax, I had another full erection. I lowered my sweat-dripping body to hers and positioned my throbbing phallus at the entrance to her box. Pinning Mom’s hands above her head, I pushed my groin forwards. The tip of my penis pushed against the softness of her pussy lips. But with her legs spread so very wide, they gave no real resistance.

I clenched my buttocks tightly, and applied more pressure. My helmet broke through into the soft, warm moistness of Mom’s vaginal canal. She gave a soft moan. As I thrust forward, inch after inch of my shaft entered her private passage. By the time I was all in, Mom was bucking wildly beneath me. I let go of her hands and raised myself above her with outstretched arms. I began to pump her, fast. Soon, her cries of ‘ooohhh, oooooohhhhhhh, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh’, grew louder and louder. Her hands began to claw at the sheets and her head moved on the pillow from side to side. I relentlessly pummelled at her box. As Mom’s groans got unbelievably louder, she wrapped her legs tightly Around my waist so that I was lodged deeply inside her, unable to withdraw. Biting at her bottom lip, she brought her arms up to the side of my face and pulled me closely into her. Once again our mouths joined together, and tongues got to work exploring teeth and gums. We were both groaning now. Noises of pleasure became stifled in the other’s throat. I sensed the pressure that Mom’s legs were making around me begin to relax. This allowed me to recommence thrusting my dick in piston like fashion up and down her twat. Soon, Mom’s nails were gouging deep tracts into my back, and at the same time, the pressure of her mouth against mine increased. I knew she was close to orgasm. As I ground my hips into hers, trying to get every millimetre of my dick inside her, I knew that I was not far away myself. In fact, it was Mom’s screams to the almighty that finally turned me on so much that I felt my balls beginning to explode. As she cried out in pleasure, a series of rapid thrusts saw me emptying another gut load of muck into Mom.

As my dick began to go limp, I slid out from between Mom’s swollen labia and rolled onto my back. I looked across at her as we both tried to slow our breathing to normal levels. Her hair had fallen down over her shoulders and was so wet that she could have just stepped out of a shower, while the rest of her was covered with a moist film. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Mom asking me if she could take her shoes off. When I awoke, the sun was just beginning to come up, and light was filling the room. I wondered whether it had all been a fantastic dream, but turning my head slightly to my right, and seeing Mom laying next to me on her tummy, naked except for that black choker around her neck, I knew it had all really happened.

Mom was only partly covered by the sheet. I pulled it away, feeling horny again. Her ass stuck up in the air like a ripe peach. It looked so inviting. I remembered that I had thrown a nearly empty bottle of suntan oil into the bathroom trash bin. Mom never stirred as I got up to get it. She was still in the same position when I got back. I lay down beside her again and poured some of the oil onto the crater created by the curve of her spine. Even the coldness of the liquid didn’t wake her. I rubbed it all over her firm ass until it shone a slippery opaque sheen. Then I poured a blob directly onto her anus.

I worked it in with my index finger, thinking she was bound to wake as I forced it up her. But no, I put the whole of my finger right up her ass, gave it a turn or two, but still Mom didn’t move. She was in a really deep sleep. By now I had a stiffy that was the equal of anything that I had had the night before. I Spread Mom’s legs a little and positioned myself in between them. Leaning forward slightly, I put my knob against her anus, and pushed. Slowly, the lubricating oil did its job, and my enlarged cock disappeared up Mom’s shitter. Man, was she tight! I lay full stretch over her and began to fuck her like crazy, feeling sure that she’d awaken at some point. It was then that I noticed a bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table. Obviously Mom felt that she needed help getting off after our session during the night. Anyway, awake or asleep didn’t much matter in this case, I just wanted to bang away at her ass.

I finally shot my load up Mom’s anal passage after about ten minutes. As I rolled off her and onto my back, I got a shock to here her voice.You through now?€™ she asked. €˜Yeah, Mom, I’m through, thanks. How long you been awake?€™For about the last five minutes. I didn’t want to disturb you. Better get ready, though. Plane leaves in a couple of hours.’I did have a little tear in my eye as we set off for the airport in the cab, and I looked back over my shoulder at the old place for the last time. Strange how the best night had been saved till the very end.

The plane was half empty as we took our seats and waited for take-off. Mom had a window seat and I was in the aisle. There wasn’t much room to move, but Mom found enough space to cross those shapely legs of hers, probably knowing that they were giving me the hots for her again.About two hours into the flight, I looked around to see if anyone was close by. When I was sure that everything was safe, I moved my right hand onto Mom’s bare thigh. God, it felt so soft and firm. As I began to caress her legs, moving ever closer to the hem of the short skirt she was wearing, Mom pulled up the eye-shades that she been wearing for the past hour.‘Honey, we’re travelling as mother and son, remember. Last night was nice, but now we’ve got to get back to normal.’I took my hand away and went into a sulk.

Dad met us at the airport, pumped my hands enthusiastically, and gave Mom a hug and a kiss. I have to say, it made me feel a little jealous. I got into the front seat next to Dad, after he had let Mom in to the seat behind him. During the drive home, I told him how glad I was to be back, and that I was looking forward to our first family dinner that night.

Gee, I’m sorry, son.’ Dad began. €˜But I’ve got to out of town on business till tomorrow. We’ll take a rain check on that meal.’Dad could see the look of genuine disappointment on my face. Hey, its only twenty-four hours. And besides, I’m sure you and your Mom have got lots of catching up to do.’I turned round to look at her in the back seat. As I did so, she did a Sharon Stone to me with those lovely long legs of hers.Don’t worry, honey.’ Mom began, openly teasing me. €˜I’m sure we can amuse ourselves till Dad gets back.’

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Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here..The weeks turned into months with my daughter Faith living, not only under my roof, but also in my bed. Before I knew it, May turned into June and the time for Hope’s graduation from college approached. Hope was my younger daughter by five years. Faith and I drove the 180 miles to attend Hope’s graduation and help her celebrate. We also were going to help her move her stuff, some of which was going into storage at home until she could find places for it in her new little apartment in Chicago. She had taken a marketing job with a national department store chain headquartered in the Windy City.

The plan was for Hope to come home for a visit of a few days before driving on to Chicago and getting settled in. After that it would be even harder to see her because of the additional 350 miles and the fact that she would be doing an unspecified amount of traveling in her line of work. Faith and I made the drive in the afternoon and checked into a hotel before seeing Hope. We then got together for dinner and some reminiscing before dropping Hope off to get a little sleep on her last night in town. Faith and I put the hotel’s king-sized bed to good use that night, enjoying a longer-than-usual bout of sexual fun-and-games. The following day was a riot. The graduates dressed in their gowns early and then mingled with the crowd of relatives and well-wishers. Hope introduced us to an unending string of her college friends, all of whose names soon escaped me. The question crossed my mind more than once to wonder which of them were just acquaintances, which were study-buddies, and which were maybe something more. However she was certainly “of age” now and the answers were none of my business. I couldn’t even afford for her to ask a similar question of me.

We got a late start on the two-and-half hour drive back home but after all it was her day to celebrate and I didn’t want to cut it short. When she finally said she was ready to go, she looked so tired that Faith volunteered to drive her car and let Hope relax as a passenger, so for the long drive, as company I only had myself and the oldies cds I played on the car stereo. Once we got home, everyone was so tired we were all ready to go to bed. I thought Faith, to keep up appearances, would probably go to her room but after Hope had gone to bed, Faith slipped into my bed, kissed me good-night and snuggled back into our comfortable spoon position, pulling my hands down to hold her breasts.

At the breakfast table the next morning, I thought Hope gave us both a strange little smile but nothing unusual was said. Since it was a Sunday, Faith didn’t have to work so we spent the day with Hope telling us about her trip to Chicago, what her new apartment was like, how she was going to decorate it, how much she looked forward to getting started on the job, and much, much more.

That evening after Hope had gone to bed, Faith quietly crept into my bed where we went through our ritual, first her giving me a blow job, then me eating her pussy until we both had experienced a first orgasm. Then I climbed into her saddle and we started to fuck, as usual making it slow and sensual and changing positions every few minutes. Faith made every effort to keep her encouragement to a whisper. But we must have been loud enough to be heard because I watched in a combination of dread and surprise as the door eased open and Hope came in. She sat on the edge of the bed by Faith as I rolled to the other side, not knowing what to say to my younger daughter. However the two sisters seemed to have an understanding rapport … Hope bent over as Faith lifted up and the two girls hugged silently. When they separated, Hope was smiling as she said “i’ve wondered if you two might not get together. You both have needs that make it a perfect match.”

I had scrambled to find enough of the sheet to cover my nakedness and I was prepared to be berated for an incestuous relationship with her sister. Instead as I kept trying to cover up, I felt Hope’s hand alight on my side as she said “Its okay, daddy. I know that what the world thinks and what we need to do don’t always coincide. It’s okay with me that you two are taking time to satisfy the needs of the other.” She leaned over Faith and crooked her finger at me. “Give me a kiss.”I leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek but she turned her head at the last second and our lips came together in a long wet sensuous kiss. When she finally pulled back, she said “I was just wondering how to get my own needs met. Can I join in the fun?”Faith giggled. “I thought little sister just might be a little jealous. Well, that’s okay. I think there’s enough of daddy to go around. Get your clothes off and get back here.”

I was too stunned by this turn of events to be able to speak. I lay back staring at the ceiling, wondering what I should do. Wondering if I was strong enough to do what I should or if I would be swept away by the emotions of the moment. When Faith turned to me and slid her hand down my thigh and cupped my cock, I found out quickly that I was not as strong a man as I thought I was; my cock came back to full attention quickly.When the bed moved as Hope climbed in, Faith threw the sheet off and said, “Come on, Sis. Climb on top and get some of this.”

As Hope climbed over Faith and then straddled me, Faith guided my questing cock into Hope’s warm honey pot, with was dripping with her personal lubrication. She was tight, much tighter than I assumed a woman fresh out of college might be, making me think that maybe she had been studying harder than I gave her credit for. She took her time working the tight little ring of muscle down around my shaft, getting it wet inch by delicious inch until she finally had completely engulfed my member. She carefully lay down on my chest and captured my face between both of her small hands.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Oh, daddy, you don’t know how much i’ve wanted to do this since … Since not long after … Mom died.” She lowered her mouth to mine and we exchanged deep kisses. I reached my left arm out and pulled Faith to us and the three of us lay together for a long time before Hope eased back and began to slowly work her bottom up and down on my shaft. She brought us both to a very satisfying climax and I couldn’t believe that I had now shot my sperm into the quivering cunts of both of my precious daughters. When Hope rolled off me, Faith captured my cock in her mouth and gave me a thorough washing. In about ten minutes I was hard again and Faith said “Its time to pick up where you left off.”

I climbed into Faith’s saddle and eased my cock into her surprisingly still wet pussy while Hope snuggled close and fondled us both as I fucked her older sister. It turned out to be a long night, one in which none of us got to sleep before the crack of dawn, by which time Faith had to get up and get ready for work. I pitied her having to work on no sleep but, as I fixed us some breakfast, she kissed me and said that she would be okay, especially after such a fantastic family bonding night. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights all three of us slept in my big bed, but always after I had fucked both of my sweet daughters at least once. They discovered that each of them liked eating my cum from her sisters snatch and seeing them in the 69 position always gave me a new erection … Always.

Hope invited me to fuck her ass once as she was on top of Faith, so I lubed us both and eased inside her, feeling my balls slap the upper part of Faith’s face each time I stroked inward. She didn’t seem to mind and later admitted that it was one of the hottest things she’d ever witnessed, watching my cock tour her little sister’s ass hole so close up. Although Faith had never had successful anal sex, she got Hope to talk her though how to get past the initial pain of entry and Hope told her about how to relax her sphincter to make it less painful. Before the week was over, Faith said that she already loved being fucked in the ass … Maybe as much as being fucked in her pussy.

Unfortunately Friday morning arrived and Hope had to leave for Chicago. Before she left, she said something to Faith, then led me to the bedroom where she gave me one of the most tender, sensual fucks I had ever had and she left for Chicago with a fresh load of my cum in her pussy. She invited us to visit, or just me if Faith couldn’t get away, whenever we could. She would try to make it back home as often as possible.

Faith stayed with me for the better part of three years, until she found another man her age, one named Marcus but usually called Marc for short, and fell in love again. She brought him home to meet me and I was impressed. He was a very intelligent person but didn’t seem to lord it over others not so gifted. He was very solicitous of Faith and seemed anxious to please her.

The fourth or fifth time she brought him home, she told me that he had asked her to marry him and she was considering it. We were sitting in the den at the time, the three of us having just finished a dinner I had prepared. Faith was holding Marc’s hand and said that she loved him and she was convinced that he loved her. This would be the second marriage for both of them so they were going into it with their eyes wide open.

However Faith surprised me when she said that she had told him about our relationship … That she had been sleeping in my bed since she had moved back in with me and that we had been fucking all of that time. As she said this, she turned to look at Marc and he smiled back at her. Faith said that she had told him that, if they were to get married, Marc could not expect her to completely shut her father out of her sex life so if he expected that, she would have to decline his offer. She had left the ball in his court for him to contemplate and he was going to give her his answer that evening. I would never have believed this moment would have arisen, not in a million years.

We both looked at Marc. His smile, if anything, had gotten larger. He said “Dad … I hope you don’t mind if I call you Dad …?!?” I shook my head to indicate that it was okay. He continued “I was surprised by Faith’s revelation last night but the more I thought about it the more logical it seemed. You, Faith and Hope seem to have a very loving family so why should sex not be a part of it. And if so, why should anything I do in the family detract from that relationship. If we can have your blessing to marry, you can have my blessing to continue loving your daughter just as you have been. I realize that such an arrangement does not have to diminish who we are, any of the three of us.”

Faith got up and sat in Marc’s lap, hugging his neck and said “In that case, I would love to marry you, Marcus.” They kissed and I thought it just might turn into a strip and fuck show but they stopped after some heavy petting.For the next couple of months, there were really no changes in our lives except that Marc came over several nights a week and joined us for dinner. Afterward I would send them out to the den or to the back porch to share each other’s company. I knew that sometimes resulted in them arranging to have sex in some very peculiar positions. That didn’t bother me because Faith was still fucking me almost every day and still sleeping with me.

The first significant changes occurred when, three months after their engagement, Faith moved into Marc’s place with him. After that when she left work each day, she would come back to the house and fuck my brains out, then dress and meet Marc at home. I understand that she sometimes convinced him to eat my cum out of her pussy, although it was not done to humiliate him but rather as a mutually Agreeable result of their highly lustful state of minds. Of course Faith spent every night in Marc’s bed After that.A little over four months later on Friday, June 26th, they got married in a very quiet ceremony at my house. Marc’s mother and sister (his only immediate family) attended along with Hope and me. However Hope had to be in Chicago by 10 the next morning for some special meeting for her job while Marc’s family said that they had to return home that evening. That left me feeling a little alone, since I was sure that Marc and Faith would have planned some sort of honeymoon trip.

I saw the last of the guests off and turned, expecting to find the newlyweds ready to leave but they were nowhere in sight. I went to the kitchen and poured myself another cup of coffee and sat at the table to drink it slowly. The house was unnaturally quiet, making me sadder thinking about my own future years.Deep in my thoughts, I almost missed Faith’s voice as she called “Dad?” When I responded, she said “We’re upstairs, Dad. Can you come up here?””Sure” I replied and started climbing the stairs. I thought I’d find them packing some of Faith’s things and preparing to leave. Imagine my surprise when I pushed my bedroom door open and found both of them stark naked on my king-size bed, with Faith in the middle and Marc on the far side.

Faith said “Daddy, we decided that it was time that I had sex with both of the men in my life at the same time. This is our wedding present to you. Please take of your clothes and join us.”While I was taking off my clothes, Faith and Marc spooned together and his hands explored her soft body from big boobs to broad buttocks and into her honey pot. I had seen Marc’s fully alert erection before they turned over and now he could see mine as it eased out of my shorts. I climbed into the bed next to Faith right into her open arms. While Marc fondled his new bride, I kissed her tenderly and passionately

Eventually Marc lifted Faith’s top leg and eased his cock into her love tunnel and slowly started to fuck her. Faith asked me to kneel in front of her face. When I did, she captured my roving cock, licked it from root to tip with her wet tongue and then captured the head inside her lips and while Marc fucked her, she gave me a first class blow job. Within two minutes of me shooting my load down Faith’s throat, Marc started the process of filling her pussy with cum when he spilled his seed into her. Faith, having climaxed twice, held us both tightly to her while we recovered.

When Marc and I were both ready again, Faith bent over him from between his legs and sucked on his member. I climbed behind her raised bottom and pierced her slick, wet pussy. I would have been content to add to Marc’s treasure but Faith looked over her shoulder and said “Daddy, do my ass, please.” I could never deny a lady such a request, so I pulled out of her pussy and pushed into her anus, and proceeded to have another of the greatest fucks possible. This time I came about three minutes before Marc did and Faith came three times before we finished.

I made a trip to the bathroom to clean up and then downstairs for three cups of coffee and some cookies for refreshments. We relaxed on the bed while we consumed the ‘cooked’ goodies, still aware of the luscious goodies that we had been sharing in my bed. As I was collecting the empty cups, Marc leaned over and whispered in Faith’s ear and a devilish grin spread over her face.Faith looked at me as I put the tray of empties down and asked me to lay on my back in the middle of the bed. As I settled down, Faith threw a leg over me and settled down onto my latest erection. She jogged up and down a couple of times until we were comfortable, Faith stretched out on my chest, using her feet to push both of our legs wide apart. I felt the bed jiggle and looked over Faith’s shoulder to see Marc moving into the space between her legs, intently watching his wife’s big round ass. I had a feeling I knew what was about to happen … Something I had never experienced nor participated in until now.

Sure enough Marc positioned his cock at Faith’s anus and slowly eased forward. It didn’t take much effort to breach her security, since her ass had already been ploughed that evening. Although I had no homosexual indications, I found myself enjoying the touch of Marc’s cock along the bottom side of my own, even though they were separated by a thin membrane of her flesh. From her facial expression, Faith had felt no pain with the double intrusions. Her eyes were closed and her smile said that she was loving it.

I was impressed that Marc took it slow and easy, making out pleasure last as long as possible. Every time he pushed into his wife’s bowels, my cock nearly slipped out of my daughter. Then when he pushed back in, the whole process reversed until her was buried in her and I was nearly out. Faith began talking to us, encouraging us to fuck her pussy, fuck her ass, to squeeze her titties and pull her nipples and fuck her ass and screw her pussy, harder and faster every few minutes. And gradually he did pick up his speed until her was ramming his spear into Faith’s butt as hard as he could. She had already started cumming while he was still moving slowly and now she was cumming non-stop. I felt my balls contract and then expand, shooting a thick strand of white sticky cum into Faith’s pussy. Whether he felt my ejaculation and that sent him over the edge or it was some other stimuli, Marc began to shoot his load into Faith’s tight anus. Shot after electric shot sped through our shafts and into her tight openings, until I felt my balls try to send more, only to find that there was no more available. After two dry shots, the scraped together one last drop and let it ooze into her pussy and then I was done. Marc mustered two more sticky strands before hitting a couple of dry attempts and then releasing the last drop of cum.

We collapsed again in a tight sandwich of exhausted flesh struggling to suck air into our lungs. It was another 45 minutes before we were sufficiently rested to try again. Marc and I might have gone to sleep but Faith said she wanted to try it one more time and she wanted the two of us to just swap targets. So when we got hard again, Faith coaxed Marc into laying out under her and she mounted his erection. Being the ever helpful dad, I guided his dick into my daughter’s pussy and watched it disappear, causing my own spear to strain at standing tall and proud. When she was pressed against his balls, I scooted up Behind her and pointed my dong into her ass hole. It was almost flaccid from being fucked and it was very easy to get inside her. I pushed forward until my balls slapped against Marc’s scrotum and then held myself there by squeezing her titties and pulling on her nipples.Before long Faith began to beg us to screw her and neither of us was inclined to deny her those wishes. I worked my cock in and out of her, savoring the strange feeling along the big vein on the bottom of my cock as it was tracing the similar vein on the bottom of Marc’s schlong. It took several minutes of motion to get Faith going again to the point of another orgasm but then they started coming frequently. Because of the condition of our balls, it took most of a half hour for Marc and I to muster one more load of cum and during that time Faith reached a state of constant climaxing.

After holding onto Faith’s hips until the last drops oozed out of my cock and the muscles in my legs burned so much I had to move, I dismounted and rolled off the bed, trotted into the bathroom and got three warm wet washcloths so we could clean up. When I gave one to each of them, Faith said “Daddy, we thought if its alright with you, we’d just spend the weekend here with you. We both think we’d have more fun than trying to take a trip somewhere. Is that okay with you?”

Of course it was. Off and on through the next 48 hours, Marc and I fucked Faith just as often as we could muster a hard-on. Even when we couldn’t, the three of us sat naked on the sofa downstairs and watched some wild porno videos while Faith fondled our genitals. Whenever one of us got another erection, we’d try some of the weird things we saw on the TV screen and by the time Sunday evening was over, we had a whole series of cum stains on the furniture and carpet of my den.Hope and I managed to get together about six to nine times a year and she never failed to cum to my bed when we were together. However she had her eye on several men and, while she loved making her daddy happy from time to time, I think she was more interested in making a permanent connection with one of those men … And I tried to encourage her interest.

Although Faith, Marc and I never again repeated anything as wild and abandoned as that wedding present weekend, I continued to screw my oldest daughter fairly regularly for the next several years, until they decided to try to have a baby. We mixed in threesomes about every second or third weekend and we often spent the night together in my big bed.

Once they decided to try to raise a family, I found that I had a renewed interest in women in particular and a confidence to pursue some that were to my liking. I found that I was able to get enough pussy from some mature women (I considered anyone older than my daughters to be mature) usually without even approaching my own age. Most of them were looking for companionship and friendship without a Lasting relationship and I found that I could fairly easily keep myself satisfied sexually without too much Effort.It was good pussy too and a nice variety but for some reason it seemed like it was just not quite up to the standard that my daughters Faith and Hope set for me. My wife and I had decided early in our lives together that our children’s names would somehow be derived from my own, Belief. As a kid, most of my friends shortened it to Lief, like the explorer Lief Ericson, and then forgot about my full legal name. But I was always adamant that Faith and Hope go right along with Belief, no matter where they are. Did u like the story? Please rate it and post ur comments to me and one thing more, this story is not real. It’s just made by me for ur enjoyment.There is another information for all the readers that, I m a young call boy. I give services in all the areas of I.P.EXTENSION (Delhi) and other areas attached with it, with a nominal fees of just Rs. 130/- for 1hour and 30minutes. I m quiet experienced in this job as I have satisfied around six girls through this facility.So, any married / unmarried women, unsatisfied aunty or a girl above 15 years of age desiring for a soft core or hardcore sex can mail me.Your secrecy / privacy would be maintained at any cost and the satisfaction of sex would be guaranteed by me.You have to just pick up ur computer and mail me ur comments to [email protected] enjoy, because life fucks everyone!!

Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here…”Oh not again!” Vikki cried to herself as she lay in her bed. For the second night in a row her body woke her up due to the tingling sensations in her lower body. For the second night in a row Vikki woke up with a large, throbbing cock pressing up between her ass cheeks. Although she wore pyjama shorts and so did the owner of the cock she could still feel it move with each breath. Normally she wouldn’t mind having an erect penis in her bed, at 18 she was always horny, it was one of the things her boyfriend loved about her, but this cock didn’t belong to him, it belonged to her father…

It was the holidays and Vikki’s parents had invited her aunt and uncle down. There were no spare rooms in the Tashund household so Aunt Yvette and Uncle Chris used Vikki’s room, while she shared with her parents in their king-sized double bed. It had never really been a problem before, but that was because last time they shared a room Vikki was a lot younger and problems like the one occurring now didn’t come up. Vikki sighed and tried to get back to sleep, but her father, Will, shifted his position digging his rigid cock harder up her ass. Without thinking, as if by reflex, Vikki pressed her ass back into her father’s crotch. Will let out a moan in his sleep and Vikki suddenly realised what she did. Oh shit!” she whispered, “what am I doing?” She got out of bed and practically ran to the bathroom down the hall. Once in she locked the door and splashed her face with cold water. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her short auburn hair framed her cute face. Her pink string strap vest clung tightly to her pert, c-cup breasts, turning see through where the water from her face dripped down.

Vikki stared deep into her green eyes. “It’s your father, what are you doing?” she kept asking herself. It had now been four days since she had been with Derek, her boyfriend, and it would be at least a week before she would get to see him again. Vikki’s parents knew she dated, but if they found out she was screwing Derek every moment possible they would throw her out of the house for sure! She looked at the clock in the bathroom, 8.10am. No one was really an early riser during the holidays, but she felt wide awake now and decided to run a bath. Pulling off her shorts and top she slid into the hot soapy water and rubbed her body down getting it used to the temperature. Vikki enjoyed the feel of her soft smooth skin and before she knew it her hands were sliding up her inner thighs and her fingertips brushing her young pussy.

It was only when she let out an involuntary moan she realised exactly what she was doing. Vikki couldn’t remember the last time she had touched herself. As soon as she had discovered boys 4 years ago she found it easy to get them to do things for her. She had no need to get herself off with boys so easy to control, and once she started going out with Derek they fooled around and fucked each other whenever possible. She had forgotten how good it felt to stroke her pussy in the bath.

Vikki kept herself clean shaven, she found guys were more willing to go down on her with no hair in the way and she did like to get eaten out, but it was also when she got wet she really got wet and she loved the feeling of hands sliding all over her pussy lips when slick with her juices. Vikki leant back against the bath and spread her legs, bending them so her knees stuck out of the water. With two fingers she pressed them between her two lips easily sliding them deeper and deeper, until on her long strokes she found her tight hole. It was extremely hot, hotter than the water of the bath and Vikki felt her pussy almost suck her two fingers inside her.

It wasn’t long before she was sliding them in and out all the way up to her knuckle and about to add a third finger, stretching herself as she finger fucked her pussy. Her free hand went from tugging and pinching her erect nipples to playing with her clit. Vikki was moaning and panting as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.”Oh, Derek!” she moaned as she plunged her fingers as deep as she could, curving them to brush her g-spot. She smiled to herself as the image of her boyfriend fucking her drove her to pump her fingers harder and faster, imagining they were Derek’s hard cock.

Any worries of waking up the rest of the house were forgotten as the water was splashed about. She bit her lower lip as she felt her orgasm approaching trying to stifle her screams. Faster and faster she pumped, in her mind looking down her tight body seeing that wonderful cock sliding in and out. Eventually she had to bite down on her fist to quiet her screams as her whole body started to shake. Vikki let her eyes wander up the body of the guy fucking her, loving the feelings rushing through her body, but when she got to the face it wasn’t that of Derek smiling back at her, but that of her father, Will.”Oh god no!” she cried, but she was too far gone and it felt so good. Her orgasm rushed through her as the image of her father leaning over her thrusting his large cock into her pussy was front of her mind.

Vikki felt a stream of juices flow from her used pussy and the familiar muscle spasms that followed any extreme cum that had her squirt. She didn’t squirt every time she came, but when she did it was the most exhilarating experience.”Oh god, oh god.” She murmured again and again. “My own father… No, it was just in my imagination, it doesn’t mean anything!”Vikki let out a sigh and sunk lower into the bath, planning on staying until kicked out. A short while after a knock came at the bathroom door.”Are you almost done in there?”It was Vikki’s uncle. “Yeah i’ll be right out” she called back. Wrapping a towel around herself she unlocked the door and walked past him. He was standing a little too close for comfort and he pressed into her as she passed.”Was he checking me out?” Vikki asked herself as she walked into her room totally forgetting to knock. What she saw when she looked inside made her gasp out loud. Her father in his sleep had kicked off the covers and was now lying on his back. Vikki could easily the large rod that was his cock outlined by his shorts, but it wasn’t that which had made her gasp. It was so long that it was poking out over the top of the waist band, almost reaching his belly button.

Vikki felt her mouth begin to water, then cursing herself for thinking that way about her father she silently left the room before knocking loudly and waiting for her parents to wake up.”Yeah come in its ok” they mumbled. This time as she entered Vikki saw that her father had pulled the covers up hiding himself from her view and her mother was sitting up too.”You’re gonna have to leave dad, I want to get dressed.””What? Oh, yeah fine.”Vikki watched smiling a little, as her father tried to get out of the bed and grab a towel without showing off his arousal. Vikki wasn’t sure whether it was her that was having this effect on her dad or if it was just his lack of sex too, she knew her mum didn’t put out anymore. She intended to find out before things got carried away…

That night before bed Vikki’s mum, Carol, had said she felt she was coming down with something. Not wanting to pass on an illness to her husband and daughter she went to sleep on the sofa leaving Vikki and her dad in the bed alone. They were in bed both lying on their backs, Vikki in shorts and t-shirt, her dad in just his shorts again waiting for sleep to hit Vikki brought up the subject,”So is it me?”What?” Will asked a little uneasily”Is it me that gets you hard or just the fact you’re missing sex?””I…I… I’m not hard, baby I don’t think you know what you’re talking about!” Will turned away from her signalling the end of the conversation.Vikki just sighed and rolled over too deciding to wait until the inevitable happened. Sure enough a couple of hours later she awoke from her nice dream feeling the throb of her father’s cock against her lower back.

“Oh god it feels even bigger!” she moaned to herself torn between enjoying the feeling of the huge cock pressed against her and waking up her father to talk about the cause. Morality won over and she shook her dad awake rolling him onto his back.”Wha? What is it?” he moaned”This” Vikki replied patting the large tent in the duvet, ignoring the twinge of excitement from her pussy as she did so. She pulled the duvet away from them both so there was no hiding Will’s arousal. “Now is this because of me or not?””NO!” her dad almost shouted, noticing for the first time how good his daughter actually looked in the dim lighting. “I just haven’t… You know… For a while.””You can say wank you know, we both know all guys do it dad.”Will was shocked at his daughter’s use of language and his cock gave an involuntary twitch. “OK, well I haven’t been able to wank recently what with all the family being here and you obviously know your mother and I haven’t… For a while and I’m now sharing a room with you.” Will didn’t notice how his daughter’s eyes hadn’t left his crotch since the duvet had been pulled away.

“Well you’re gonna have to do something cos we can’t share a bed with that thing!””What do you suggest? You want me to whip it out right now and whack off?” Replied Will sarcastically. Forgetting it was his daughter lying next to him.

“If it will make it go down then why not?” Vikki said, almost regretting it as soon as she had.”With you in the bed next to me yeah right! You’re my daughter Vikki; we shouldn’t even be talking about this!” Will said, already thinking it through and realising he didn’t totally hate the idea. He had been gagging for a release for too long now. He looked at his daughter and noticed how big her breasts had gotten; also he could make out the shape of her nipples starting to poke through her thin top.”It’s not like I haven’t seen a guy jacking off before, dad. It’s not like I’m gonna watch either i’ll just roll over and let you get on with it ok?”The thought of Vikki watching one of her boyfriends jack off brought on another twitch from Will’s hard cock, which didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.”She might have even jacked them off herself” he thought, then silently cussed himself for thinking such things.Vikki rolled over and closed her eyes.”Go on just get on with it. Then we can both get back to sleep” Vikki was expecting to feel the bed move with her father’s movements, but after a minute had passed with no sound or anything from the other side of the bed she rolled back over. She was shocked to see her father still lying there with his shorts up and a look of turmoil on his face.

“I just can’t. Not with you here.” Will said, noticing his daughter’s slightly annoyed look. Vikki did understand, but she thought the situation desperately needed rectifying and so decided to take drastic action. Before Will could say anything Vikki grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his knees.”Just stroke it like this!” She said gripping her father’s hard cock and running her hand quickly up and down with short strokes. Her father looked like he was going to object, but his facial expression soon turned to one of deep pleasure as she gripped his now throbbing cock. Vikki had planned to just get him started then let him finish himself off, but the feeling of her father’s cock in her small hands, having him under her control was too intoxicating.”Oh… Baby… That’s soo…. Good, but… It’s so… Wrong” her father panted. Vikki just mewed in pleasure; her father’s cock was the best she had ever seen.”Just this once daddy, I swear, after this you have to do it.”

Hearing his daughter calling him ‘daddy’ as she stroked him off pushed Will over the edge. Before he could say or do anything his cock erupted spewing out shot after shot of his hot thick cum. His large balls had been filling up for months and it showed. When Vikki finally squeezed the last of his sticky sperm out of his still hard dick his balls, stomach, chest and Vikki’s hands and thighs were covered in it.Vikki remained kneeling next to her father; she could feel his warm cum running over her thighs, between her legs, dripping onto her calves before pooling onto the bed spread. They were both panting yet neither looked at each other in the eye. The silence seemed to last an age before it was broken by Will. “We should get cleaned up.” He got up and grabbed a couple of towels from the cupboard and handed one to Vikki. As she wiped herself down Vikki couldn’t help but notice how long her father’s cock was even when soft, and it still looked so beautiful. Her father got back into bed after putting on his shorts again. “We should try and get some sleep.”Good night daddy”Sweet dreams baby”

Little did Will know how sweet Vikki’s dreams were. She thought she was horny before, but when she woke the next morning her shorts were pretty much soaked through.”Baby, what happened last night was a once off I swear. If it needs to be done again i’ll do it””Ok dad” Vikki replied simply almost running to the bathroom to try and ease her urges as best she could. The next night things were a little different. Vikki wasn’t woken by the feeling of her father’s hard cock pressing into her, but of quick movement from his side of the bed. She rolled over and what she saw made her eyes bulge from their sockets. The duvet covering he father’s crotch area was tented up, rising and falling as his hand stroked himself beneath. Vikki could see her dad’s eyes were closed, he was trying to concentrate. She watched him for a couple of minutes, her excitement growing at knowing what her dad was doing and before she knew it she was pulling the duvet off the bed.

An involuntary gasp escaped her lips at the sight of her father’s huge member being gripped and tugged by his large hands.”What the?” Will started”Sorry daddy I just wanted to see you were doing ok””Thank you baby, but we promised that I’d do it myself from now on””I know daddy” Vikki said sweetly, her mouth and pussy watering. “But if you wanted me to do it for you just once more I don’t think I’d mind…” before waiting for an answer Vikki removed her fathers grip from his cock and replaced it with her own.”Oh god baby… Ok, but really this has to be the last time.””Sure daddy.” Vikki replied not really listening, she was too busy concentrating on her father’s large throbbing cock to care. Neither of them spoke, the grunts from Will were enough for Vikki to know she was doing a good job and her pussy was on fire!Vikki added a twisting action to her stroking and it wasn’t long before she could feel her daddy’s balls tighten. Although she had more warning it was coming the volume of cum that ejaculated from her father’s cock still came as a surprise.

Will groaned out loud as his first spurt shot straight up and landed on Vikki’s small top, followed by a second and a third, the rest splattered wildly over their bodies. When they had both calmed down Will looked at his daughter.”Shit she looks so hot covered in my cum” he thought to himself. Vikki started to take off her top. “What are you doing?” Will asked quickly.”Well I can’t sleep in this now can I?” she replied. Peeling off her cum soaked top. She could feel her breasts were a little sticky too from where it had soaked through but she didn’t want to say anything.They both cleaned up again, Vikki staring at her daddy’s softening cock and Will looking at his daughters breasts.”When did they get so big and beautiful?” he wondered to himself as he tried to sleep.The next morning Vikki woke up first. She could already feel her pussy was soaking. During the night she had rolled over and was spooning with her father, her arm draped over him resting her hand on his firm chest.

Before she knew what she was doing her hand wandered down over her father’s stomach and was gripping his soft cock. Will still asleep rolled onto his back and his cock grew in Vikki’s hands. By the time he woke Vikki was already well into his morning hand job.

“Vikki…no….” he whispered, but the sight of his little girl jacking him off again, this time with her large breasts bobbing free took over what little self restraint he had.”It’s ok daddy, we can’t get it on my top again.” Vikki giggled.”Baby this is wrong, I’m your father…””It’s just a hand job daddy, it’s not like we’re having sex or anything, if you closed your eyes t could just as easily be mummy”Will sighed an agreement, but he knew that if he closed his eyes he’d still imagine it was his daughter expertly playing with his large cock and balls. Vikki knew how to please her daddy now and it really wasn’t long before once again he was covering them both with his sticky spunk.Vikki didn’t even flinch; she was really beginning to enjoy the feeling of her daddy’s cum ALL over her. Will shakily got up and went to go to the bathroom. Vikki took the opportunity to scoop some of her daddy’s cum off her breasts and lick her fingers clean. She loved the taste and ate as much as she could.Vikki heard her mother catching her father outside the bathroom, poor daddy, Vikki thought. That would be one awkward conversation, but she didn’t care, she knew what she wanted and she wasn’t gonna stop until she got it…

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Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here… I had left my notebook behind someplace. Damn! I back tracked my trail: the library, the bookstore, the walk through the mall, and then finally into the park. That’s when I saw him, the old guy, reading my notebook. Shit, it was the one with my stories in it, too — my incest stories! Worst of all, they were in the back of an old senior history notebook that was left over when I graduated from high school. It had my name and address all over the front. I couldn’t just leave it behind. He didn’t look that mean and tough, though. If I had to fight him for it, I could probably take him. He was just an average looking guy, pretty nondescript really. About 5’9″ I’d say, maybe 160 lbs. Kinda wiry with hair a little too long. He had on rumpled clothes, cotton trousers and a short sleeved button down shirt. A real nobody.

So I walked right up to him and told him flat out, “That’s my notebook. I want it back, now!” He chuckled, flipping the cover over and looking up at me, squinting into the sun as he did so. He gave me a kind of a cockeyed smile. Whoever he was, he had an easy-going face with steel blue eyes. “Sure kid,” he said casually, like it was no big deal at all. That was a real relief. He held the notebook out to me. I went to grab it, but he held on to it for just a second longer than he should have. Kinda just long enough to get my attention and to throw me off balance. Then he released it. Leaning back, he smiled nice and friendly and then he said, “You know you’re going about it all wrong, don’t you?””Going after what?” I said, playing ignorant.”See, that’s what I mean, kid. You got no confidence. You’re going about it all wrong.””Look mister, just butt out of my business,” I said, then turned to walk away.”Fine by me, kid, but you’ll never fuck ’em that way.””Yeah, well what you know about it,” I said, not even deigning to turn fully around, just packing away my notebook into my knapsack.”I know I fucked more women than you got pairs of socks, that’s what I know. And I know you ain’t never gonna fuck no decent woman with any approach like what I read in there. Shit, you must be a virgin kid. Do the worlds a real favor, go fuck a real woman before you try and write about it.”

That stung, and it stung to the core. That’s what I had been trying to do really. My vast experience with women had been feeling up a few small tits hot and heavy on the front seat of Mom’s car. That and just living with a single mom that didn’t date much and a big sister that did. Lot of good either one of them did me. I must have looked as dejected as I felt, because the guy said somewhat sympathetically, “Look, kid. It ain’t no big deal. If half that shit you wrote is true, just go home and show some balls and fuck either one of them. Broads are pretty much all the same. They may say they want romance. What they really want is a real man that knows how to fuck. How many really nice guys have you seen dating the cheerleaders at school?”

He definitely had a point there. Every respectably hot babe I ever knew in high school dated the biggest jerks of them all. All the real loudmouth jocks got the best chicks. Sensitive guys, caring guys, we got Squat.”Look, kid. Park your can a minute. If you’re gonna try and write about this shit, let me tell you how the game is really played,” he said so confidently that I found myself sitting on the far edge of the same bench just listening. “Okay, let’s take this mom you wrote the first story about. Let’s say, for the sake of argument, she’s not even your mom, just some generic mom. What did you call her?””Georgia.””Yeah, nice touch there,” he started off complimenting. “That name conjures up a sweet Southern gal. I’ve known a few Georgia’s in my time and at least two of them were very sweet in the sack. I didn’t get the third one now that I think about it, but I nailed her sister that night instead. I should have stuck with that Georgia though. The sister was a real tightass, and I don’t mean that in a good way.”

“Anyway, so this hypothetical Georgia of yours, she’s been on her own since you were eight. That’s ten years right? And you say she’s not had many dates. That tells me a couple of things right there. Either she’s giving it up on the side without even having to be dated or she’s doing without. Either way, you got an easy in to fuck her right there.”He sat there like nothing else needed to be said. When I still looked puzzled, he shook his head and tried to spell it out like he was talking to an elementary schooler.”Okay, let’s take the first one. If she’s screwing the pants off some guy without having to be dated, she got round heels anyway. A woman like that is just waiting for a big handsome kid like you to come home and put the meat to her.”And if she’s had none, well that’s even better kid. You think us men corner the market on being horny? Hell no! The secret to understanding women is that when everything else is said and done, they really do act like men more than they want to tell the press. Broads want to fuck just as much as we do, kid. They just got to have the proper pretext. Give them a good enough reason and you can get any broad to fuck you anywhere at any time.”

That’s when I figured it out. This guy was so full of bullshit he stunk of it.”Yeah, right mister. It was nice talking to ya,” I told him, getting up to leave.”You don’t believe me, do ya?” he said, grinning up at me, squinting back into the sun again. “Jeez, why do I bother? I’ll tell you why. I like a challenge and you look like a pretty decent kid. You could be worth something as a writer someday. Who knows, maybe I’m helping out the next Ernest Hemmingway of porn stories here?”He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of bills.”Tell you what, I got two hundred dollars here,” he said, pulling off the first two bills. They were both hundreds and it looked like there might have been twenty or thirty more where they came from. “My two hundred says you take me home with you right now and if I can’t fuck ‘Georgia’ right in front of your eyes in thirty minutes you keep the money and I walk out the door never to be seen again.””You’re joking, right? No way I’m gonna take you home with me and even if I did, there’s no way in holy hell you could get into MY mother’s pants in thirty days much less thirty minutes.””So what have you got to loose?” he asked, waving the bills in front of my face. “You hold the money even. If I can’t get the job done, and get it done right under your nose, you get a clean two clams.”

“Look mister, as tempting as the free money is, I don’t even want a guy like you knowing where I live. No offense or anything.””None taken, kiddo. From your angle, I can’t say I blame you. But I already know where you live. 123 Sycamore Street, isn’t that right?”Shit! The address on the notebook!”If I was a real scumbag, I’d just hang around until you weren’t around and fuck Georgia anyway. She’d be really easy picking’s then. I’m trying to challenge myself here, kid. I’m giving you the edge. It’ll be at least half as hard again to get her naked and on her back with her own son looking on.”I vacillated, not able to decide what to do, which left this guy with even more time to talk and get into my head.”Look, if I strike out, you tell her what a phony I am and that nothing I said is true. I’ll throw in some obvious lies that she can check out and then she’ll know what a heel I am and never fall for my line of shit again. She’ll be inoculated. Think of me as a virus or something.””But if I’m right, not only will you get to see me fuck your mother, but i’ll guarantee you that you can have sloppy seconds right after me, kiddo. How about it? Bang you mom for sure or win an easy two hundred-dollar bet. Shit son, you can’t lose this one!”

Actually, it did sound like too good of a deal. “What’s in this for you?””You mean other than the chance to bang your mom?” he cackled, even more so when I winced at the way he said it. “No, it’s a good question, kid. One you should have asked about five minutes ago. People never do things for unselfish motives.”See, number one, I love to prove I still got it. It’s easy to go to some neighborhood bar or church where women are wanting to get laid and score,” he said. When he saw me wince again when he said ‘church’, he cackled merrily again. “Most churches are filled with single gals wanting to find a husband or ignored wives that need a man. Either one is just a whore waiting to happen, kid. But I digress.”Besides just proving I can do it, I’d also ask this, too. You described the older sister real nice in those stories, too. I’d want to stick around until she comes home from her date and fuck her, too. Mother and daughter teams are fun to fool around with. Especially the pretty ones. Yeah, I’d want to stick around and help you fuck the two of them together for the first time. Kinda set you up right from then on out, you know. After today though, you’d be on your own. Bird’s gotta leave the nest sometime and all.”

He was so overwhelmingly confident that it was funny. I started laughing aloud. The thought of this stranger talking his way into my staid, quiet home and actually having sex with my totally asexual mother and my sister who’d never be seen with an older guy like this… The audacity of him thinking he could set it all up in thirty minutes or less… It was just too much to bear! He joined me laughing, but for entirely the opposite reasons. “So, we got a deal,” he said after a moment or two of laughing. That only made me chuckle more, then I just shrugged and said sure, why not? Easiest two hundred dollars I ever made! It was only a ten-minute walk to my house anyway. Sis would be gone until late, I knew. She always had a date on Friday night. This guy was just talking away like it was all for real, but it sure didn’t feel that way.

“Remember what I said about pretext, kid? Okay, here’s the pretext for your mom. I’m gonna be the vice cop and you’re gonna be the kid I caught soliciting a prostitute…””No way!” I immediately protested.”Don’t sweat it, kid. I’ll tell her you were real clumsy about it and it was obviously your first time. With a hooker, anyway. Though it would be better all the way around if you’d just come out and admit you’re a virgin to her. Moms really dig that, you know. But i’ll leave that up to you. As a vice cop, I wouldn’t know that.”So we’ll go in the door with you in handcuffs, but don’t be concerned about that. Let me show you the trick about these cuffs, kid,” he said, pulling a pair of handcuffs from the small of his back and under his shirt. Was this guy really a cop? “Here, put them on me in front. I’ll show you the gag.”We were in a secluded part of the street, so I put the cuffs on him in front of his body. I made them real tight, too.”Okay. See this little catch right here? Just push that with the finger of your other hand, and…” quite easily, the cuffs came loose and slipped off his wrist. “Here, you try them on now until you think you can do it behind your back with no problem.”I tried them two or three times. It was very easy.

“Now ask me why I have a pair like this,” he smirked, daring me. When I did, he told me, “Some chicks like to be restrained, kiddo. We won’t do that with you’re mom, so don’t be worrying about that. But see, a new gal that doesn’t know you very well don’t want to be tied down where she can’t get away. Not for real, anyway. These cuffs are the perfect pretext for those kinds of babes.”Plus i’ve used them other ways. I once had a mom cuff me in the same room as her virginal daughter. By the time she got back from the grocery store, the girl wasn’t a virgin any more, if you know what I mean. The mom didn’t have a clue though. I was already back in the cuffs by then.”We started walking the block and a half to our house. The closer we came, the more I started thinking this wasn’t so humorous any more. Suddenly, it started to get a little scary.”Look kid, I know you’re nervous and all. That’s okay, believe me. You’re supposed to look nervous in this bit. But even beyond that, any time you want out, just ask to see my badge. I ain’t got one, see. I don’t want some real cop busting me for impersonating or anything. Your mom will smell a rat immediately if I can’t produce a badge. You’ve got nothing to worry about, see.”

I brought him to the side door that only the family used so the neighbors wouldn’t see. Then he had me turn around so he could cuff me real lose and easy like. “Just don’t wig out and spill the beans just because you see she’d gonna tumble for me, okay? That would be a real rat. If I get her naked and primed, let me have a good go on her. She’ll be ready to be yours from then on, after all.”He knocked on the door, and then whispered to me, “Don’t be nervous, kid. But keep looking like you are.”Mom opened the door, all 5’5” and one hundred and ten pounds of her. She was wearing a buttoned down brief top that left about two inches of her abdomen showing and the only other thing showing was canvas shorts. They were an acceptable length at least, but she was barefoot other than that. Obviously she wasn’t expecting company.

“Can I help you?” Mom asked, brushing her rich brown hair behind her ear and off her face, an unconscious gesture she used anytime she felt nervous.”Yes, Ma’am,” the man greeted her, then reached to the side and pulled me by the arm alongside him. Mom gasped when she saw me in handcuffs. “Detective Walter Blessing, Ma’am. I’m afraid your son got into a bit of a pickle. I thought I’d run him by here as a courtesy to you before I took him downtown and booked him.””Please, come in detective,” she said, inviting the man into our home just like that. No badge, no credentials even. Just her own son in handcuffs and she assumed the man was telling her the truth.”Just park yourself right at the table, kid. You try and run and it’ll go bad for you. Sorry, Ma’am. This looks like a nice neighborhood and you look like you have a nice home here. Sorry to be frightening you like this.”

“What’s this about Detective…””Detective Blessing, Ma’am. Or you can just call me Walter. I caught your son here, Daniel, soliciting a known prostitute in the park, Ma’am. Got to run him in for that, Ma’am. My partner already took in the girl.””Daniel? Is this true?”I couldn’t lie to, Mom. Not just like this. So, I said nothing and shrugged in the seat with my hands still cuffed behind me.”The thing is, Ma’am, this particular prostitute is known to have HIV. We watch out for her pretty regular. I’m on the Vice Squad, I don’t know if I mentioned that. Anyways, we watch out for this gal whenever she gets out of jail. We keep putting her in and the judges keep letting her out and all. You know what it’s like.”He talked so smoothly! I just sat back and listened to the words flow out of his mouth. From the time that Mom had answered the door, he had become the vice cop.”Anyways, your son is so green that this real sleazebag… Pardon the French, Ma’am… This lady of the evening had him talked up to two hundred dollars for an “Around the World,” if you know what that means.””Detective, Daniel doesn’t have that kind of money. He doesn’t even have a job this summer.””Maybe he stole it or something, Ma’am. All I know was he had two-one hundred dollar bills in his pocket when we found him. That gal was about to take him for all he had on him.”He had me stand up and Walter turned my pocket inside out where I had stuffed the money. I thought he was going to pocket the bills and I was prepared to call it off right there, but he just winked at me where Mom couldn’t see and tossed them on the table.

“Guess you can hold on to that, Ma’am. It’ll get stolen downtown. His belt, too. They won’t let him have that in lockup. You might want to get him some slip-on shoes, too. No laces in there.””Wait, Detective. Please, isn’t there anything that can be done? He didn’t actually hurt anyone.”Here’s where I thought he would spring it on her. He’d offer to let me go if she’d screw him right here, right over the kitchen table. Instead, he shook his head and told Mom, “I don’t know, Ma’am. I’ve seen kids like this move on to lots worse. It’d be best to teach him his lesson right now. He tells me his Daddy doesn’t live here any more.””No, but what’s that got to do with anything, Detective.””Well, I hate to be blunt, Miss, but he’s just a young man desperate to sow his wild oats. Apparently he hasn’t been able to find a willing girl his own age,” he said. Hey! That stung! Especially because it was true! “If his dad were here, I’d recommend he punish him good and proper and then take him to some respectable place were the girls are cleaner and won’t cheat the boy. But I can’t very well have you take him to a cathouse, Ma’am.”

“Why, I’d never do such a thing, officer!”That’s exactly what I mean, Ma’am. And it’s obvious to me that you’re not willing to take care of it the regular way, either…””The regular way?” Mom asked, shaking her head as though refusing to accept what he was obviously implying.”You know, teaching him at home like most folks do,” he said like incest was the most natural thing in the entire world.”Wait, Detective, you’re not implying…” Mom’s voice trailed off, unable to even form the suggestion with her own lips.”I’m not implying anything, Ma’am. Maybe you have some religious objection or some fool thing like that, that keeps you from doing what any decent mother would have done years ago. For whatever your reasons, it’s obvious to me that he’s a menace to society like he is. He’ll probably learn more in thirty minutes in a prison cell downtown than he’s going to learn here with you.”

Walter, if that really was his name, was really turning up the psychological heat on Mom. She looked completely confused and befuddled. They were standing about five feet apart, Walter by my side and Mom still mostly near the door. Please, Detective, just wait,” she pleaded, trying to get her bearings. “Wait for what, honey?” Walter asked, his voice dripping with irony as he took a step closer towards her. “You’re probably one of those gals that think a man ought to learn about sex on their wedding night, for Pete’s sake. When was the last time you even talked to the boy about the facts of life, like not to pick up crack whores on the street?””We’ve talked,” Mom lamented, but when Walter looked as though he’d ask her what we had talked about, she admitted, “Okay, we haven’t really talked. But he’s my son, there’s only so much…””There’s a lot you can teach him. You’re a woman after all. He’s almost a man already. You do what women have always done.”

“But he’s my son. I couldn’t just…””See, you’re hopeless,” he berated her. “You can’t even say it, can you? You can’t even say, ‘fuck him.’”Mother looked shocked and scandalized. I think it’s the first time that, that word had ever been said in our kitchen.”Come on, kid. I’m wasting my time here,” he said, turning to me.”Wait, Detective,” Mother said again for the hundredth time. This time, just as he was reaching for me, she reached out to touch Walter on the shoulder to stop him.He wheeled about on her suddenly, catching her very close to him before saying to her low and menacingly, “Just how long it has been since you were with a real man. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? You’re just too frigid to do your duty properly. Isn’t that it? You’re one of those gals that just don’t like to fuck any real man, is that it?”Mom sputtered and threw up her hands at the last minute, not touching him. With every harsh word he spit at her, it was like he slapped her. She looked stunned, like a wild deer in the headlights. He took one step forward and wrapped his right hand smoothly around her trim waist. The other he raised just as smoothly, taking her right breast into his bigger mitt and squeezing it.

“How long, baby?” he asked, his voice sounding like warm grease bubbling in a pan. “How long since you had a real man between your pretty legs?”

Incredibly, even as his right hand dropped and looked like it had started rubbing her ass, I heard her moan, “Too long,” so loud we all could hear. Then, her eyes quickly glanced down at me. “Not here,” she said more firmly, then struggled weakly to push him away.”Yes, right here, woman. Dammit, he needs to see what a real woman is, not some ten dollar whore off the street. I’m trying to save his life here. Either he stays or he goes to jail. It’s your call, baby. You can save his life, or you can throw it away, right now.” The whole time Mom was trying to decide, his hands were squeezing her breasts gently and rubbing that fine ass of hers. Walter had pulled her into his body, rubbing himself against her the full lengths of their bodies. Even as he leaned forward and bit her on the neck, she stared into my eyes.”Oh please, Detective…” she begged meekly.”Please nothing, baby. Ask me to please fuck you!” he growled at her, and then ran his left hand underneath her tight shirt to begin mauling Mom’s small breast in the flesh. “Unbutton your shirt, baby. Let Junior see these beautiful tits.”

Mom’s head went back and a deep moan escaped her lips. Walter growled again, and then began attacking the upper portion of her chest as though he would devour her. Slowly, I saw mother’s hand reach between them. She looked me in the eyes as her slim fingers began to loosen every one of those small plastic buttons.”He’s gonna love these, honey,” Walter’s voice suddenly sounded like smooth velvet. “Why would he go to some diseased whore when he has a beautiful woman like you at home? Especially a woman that needs it so bad, eh baby? You do need it, don’t you, baby?”As mother finished unbuttoning her last button, she leaned her head back and moaned again, saying, “Please, Detective. Let my son go and i’ll give you what you want. I’ll talk to him later, I promise.” Walter ignored her words, pulling her hip snuggly into his and started rocking slowly into her. They swayed together and as her shirt fell open I saw my mother’s breast for the first time to the music of mother’s deep sigh. It was in Walter’s hands and he was caressing them none too gently.

“No bra, kid,” Walter said, addressing me for the first time since we entered the room. “And I can’t feel any panties underneath here either. If she walks around the house half-naked like this, she’s been wanting it for a while.””Haven’t you, honey?” he said, switching his considerable attentions back to her. “Haven’t you been needing a hard cock so bad, baby?”Mom moaned, and even though she tried to disguise it, we both could hear her deep, growling answer in the moan, “Oh god, yes! It’s been so long!””Just lean back on this table, honey,” Walter said, deftly spinning her half way around so that her pretty ass was to the table. For the first time I saw his hand back there. It was buried deeply between the firm globes of mother’s ass. He was pumping it slowly in and out, gliding his fingers smoothly over the crotch of her shorts.Mother leaned back onto the table. He snarled at her, “Get rid of that damned shirt,” and she hastened to comply. Mother’s shoulder length brown hair flew about as she removed the loose garment and when I looked down I saw her B-cup breasts bouncing freely for the first time. Walter’s hands were busy at her waist, but my eyes were fixed on Mother’s beautiful breasts.

Each one was just a little more than a handful. They were well rounded on the bottom, shaped somewhat like a teardrop. Each perfect breast was capped with a small brown nipple and surrounded by a perfect oval of light brown tissue. I wanted to bury my face in them, wanted to suck each one in turn just as I had probably done as a child.I came back to reality and all that could be heard was three people breathing harshly. For some reason, the sound of the zipper of mother’s shorts as Walter ripped it down sounded even harsher. It filled the air and almost before it finished echoing off the walls it seemed, Walter had the shorts down and off my mother’s petite body.She was naked on the kitchen table, served up like some erotic feast, but not for me. Not yet, anyway. The man feasting on her, the stranger engorging on my mother, began at those succulent breasts that I so much wanted in my own mouth.”Slower, Detective! Please, go, slower,” she groaned, tossing her head from side to side in confusion and desire.

Walter sucked practically one whole tit in. He was mauling the other breast in his firm hand. As he squeezed it, mother would gasp and moan and the nipple would puff out and swell. He must have been squeezing it very hard, too, because it went from a soft pink to a deep scarlet as he worked on it. Then he switched off, and though I couldn’t see his hand at work on the other tit, I saw his lips sucking at the nearest one and I saw him bite down on her. Mother sighed loudly, leaning back on the table, not to get away, as I would have suspected, but to arch her back and press her breasts higher up to him. She tossed her head, then looked quickly down at the man devouring her until her gaze came to rest on me again. Every time she looked at me our eyes would lock together. Each time our mutual staring would hold until Mother’s eyes would roll back in her head. Then I would look down and Walter would be ravishing her in some new, perverse way.”Daniel, please don’t watch, baby,” Mother pleaded with me, but for the life of me I couldn’t turn away. “Please, Daniel, I’m doing this for you, baby.”

Walter was kneeling between her legs now, the back of his nondescript head weaving in concentric circles between her thighs. I couldn’t see what he was doing, so I found myself standing up and moving closer, eager to see this stranger tonguefuck my mother. How many times had I dreamed of doing that myself? I could smell her fragrance in the air. I could also hear Walter as he unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt. Could Mother? Did she know what was coming? Maybe she did. He hadn’t been eating her long and she was already climaxing. She convulsed, throwing her hips higher in the air and pushing his strange little face tighter between her legs. How could her face be filled with such bliss for this strange man? I resented him for a moment, and then realized that without Walter I would never have known how beautiful Mother looked when she was climaxing on our kitchen table.”Oh, god! Oh god! It feel so good,” Mom whined, pulling Walter tighter between her thighs. The handcuffs were getting restrictive and I wanted desperately to rub my aching, hard crotch. So I undid them and let the cuffs clatter to the floor. Mom certainly didn’t notice, grunting in her rut like an animal on the table. Neither did Walter. As she relaxed, he rose smoothly up between her thighs and before Mother knew what was what he was impaled in her.

“Oh fuck! She’s tight!” he grunted, even as he pulled back and thrust into her again. Mother’s back arched up off the table, then settled back, only to rise up once more as he thrust in her again. Her legs stretched up and wrapped around his hips. As she locked her ankles around his waist, she covered up his ass, which was all the better for me. Slowly, as Walter’s strokes began to increase in tempo, I began to take off my clothes.”Go slow, Detective, please, it’s been so long for me. Oh, god, I haven’t been filled like this in years!”But Walter wasn’t listening and soon he was really drilling her roughly. By then I was naked, anxiously waiting my turn, my cock throbbing in front of my as my eyes gorging themselves on my mother’s ravishment. I stepped to the side and looked at her face where Mother was stretched out on the table. She had that same look of pure bliss! She was enjoying herself, enjoying this rough fucking by a complete stranger. How much better would she love it when her own son was between her thighs? “Such a good pussy!” I heard him tell her, then saw his hands up and molding those gorgeous tits again. “Such a hot, tight pussy, baby. I bet it feels good with a fat cock filling up that empty hole, doesn’t it, honey?” Suddenly I realized he had been talking to her the whole time. Walter had been talking ever since he stepped into the house. It was his smooth, confident words that had talked him between my mother’s thighs. If I ever wanted to learn to be like him, I had to learn to use his words.

“You’re one hot little fuck,” I heard him snarl at her as I walked around the table to get closer to her head. He wasn’t using sweet words, like the men in my stories would have. He was being rough, almost abusive. But each phrase carried some vulgar little compliment with it.”So wet! Your hot little cunt is so wet, baby. Can you feel my prick slide in and out of your hot, wet pussy?”Mother rolled her head and groaned audibly, each wave of words crashing against her delicate sensibilities. Each verbal thrust was like the shock of a wrecking ball, wearing away at the edifice of normality mother had built for us all these years. Each phrase seemed to burn in my gut and make my balls tighten and ache to shot my cum. Are you going to cum again, you wicked little cunt? Are you going to let your son see your hot little pussy suck the cum out of my cock? Are you gonna let him hear you howl as I shoot off inside you, you sweet little whore!””Yes, cum for us, Mother,” I found myself saying in the same smooth tones. Reaching forward, I took one of Mom’s tits in my own hand, then leaned across the table to smooth the hair out of her eyes. “Here Mother, suck on my finger as you cum. Imagine that it’s my dick sliding in and out of your mouth.”As soon as my finger entered her mouth, Mother sucked it in deep and then started to climax again. Her back was arched and her head thrown back. It was just the right angle for me to slide my finger deep into her throat and for us both to pretend I was fucking her there. Over and over I slid my finger between her tight lips, wishing it was my stiff prick. Even as Walter grunted and shot inside her, I was imagining my cock shooting off into Mother’s hot mouth.

So was she apparently. Mom certainly sucked on it voraciously enough. Soon enough though, they both finished humping frantically against one another. Gradually, Walter’s hips slowed to a smooth, lazy stroke.

“That is one fine pussy, son. You’re a lucky man, hoss. Now come over here and saddle up and do us proud.”I felt that wave of resentment again. Resentment for his condescension and most of all, as I moved between mother’s thighs, resentment for his semen even now flowing from mother’s gaping pussy. But that was just a short-lived sentiment. As I aimed my stiff rod towards its mark, and especially as I slowly sunk into mother’s warm hole, all the resentment for anyone and anything seemed to flow out of my body like a tidal surge washing everything out to sea.”Ah, fuck, you’re right! So tight,” I moaned, sliding in as deep as I could go. Finally, for the first time in my life, my cock was buried in a woman! Her heat surrounded me totally, and yes, she was slick and sticky inside too! For two heartbeats, then three, then four, I savored the feeling. Then my hips could be contained no more. Pulling out slowly, I felt mother’s pussy grip me hungrily all the way out. Then immediately I reversed it and the same greedy pussy devoured me on the way back in. I was amazed that she still felt tight around me. Amazed that I was even inside her in the first place.

I looked down into mother’s face and saw her, not blissful as I desired, but anxious. Then I realized what was wrong. The room was silent as I glided in and out of her wetness. For the first time, there was no soft flow of words, only the wet slap of a son’s pelvis as he incestuously fucked his mother.”You are tight, mother,” I began, trying to match Walter’s verbal smoothness. “Even after Walter was finished with you, you still grip my thick cock good, baby. Your pussy feels so sweet; I might never need another. I should have been fucking you for years, Mother. I’m going fuck you every day from now on. We’ll make up for lost time, just you wait.”As the words began to flow, Mother’s anxiety began to ease as well. I picked up the pace and started stroking into her harder.”Sweet pussy! That’s what i’ll call you from now on! My sweet pussy!””Oh, baby, that feels so good inside me,” Mother moaned, looking deep up into my eyes. She looked anxiously at Walter, eager to prove that she could teach me the right way. She bit her lower lip, then whispered in a strained voice, “You can be rougher, baby. I don’t mind.” I gripped her tits, using them for leverage as I thrust harder into her. As I squeezed them, mother’s hips started coming off the table, bouncing up into me in the same hot manner she had done for Walter.

“Are you going to cum for me too, mother? Are you gonna soak my nuts with your cum, woman? They’re already wet, you know. Your wet pussy has already soaked my nuts. When we’re done, i’ll let you suck them clean, you little slut. Would you like that? Sucking cum off your son’s cock and balls?”I didn’t think she was going to be able to cum again, certainly not before I did. I didn’t count on Walter’s inventiveness, however. He got beside her head, just like I had done and we double-teamed her with our smooth words.

“Cum for your kiddo, baby,” he whispered smoothly into her ear. “Cum for him and we’ll give you a nice reward. We’ll all get on the floor and we’ll both fuck you, front and rear you sweet whore. You’ll be so Full of cock you’ll want to scream. But if you try, we’ll both take turns fucking your mouth.”Amazingly, mother actually started climaxing before me. She tightened up like she was going to curl into a fetal position, but Walter and I kept her stretched out as I pounded even harder into her. As she raced ahead, groaning around the fingers he stuffed into her mouth, I squeezed her tits hard and then buried my cock deep into the woman. As her pussy convulsed around me, I shot hot ropes of cum into her guts, flooding her already saturated womb. My cum, injected so deep within her and having no where else to go, bubbled up and overflowed her pussy, spilling out and coating my balls even more before dripping thickly onto the floor.”Oh, baby! Deep, baby, pump it in deep,” Mom groaned as she came hard on my dick shoved all the way into her slippery cunt. I came in buckets, in gallons it seemed. Every time I spurt, mother’s stomach would grip and tighten and she would convulse again. Our spasms fed on one another, a circular feedback loop until my testicles were completely drained and I had nothing left to give.

Even then, I could pull back and slam into her again. It felt like someone was pealing the skin off my cock, but the burn and tingle felt so good! I felt so alive! More alive than I’d ever felt before.And more exhausted too, I realized. Only for a moment, though. When I could breathe again, I felt mother’s breasts still in my hand. I could feel a pulse in them, whether hers or mine, I couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter either. Her eyes were locked in mine and it was like we were one and the same anyway.”That was great, mother. You’re the best i’ll ever have.””Yeah, yeah, come on kid. Watching you fuck her has got me going, again,” Walter said, using that same smooth tone on me yet again. “Come on, let’s put her on the floor like I said before. I’ll even let you have the back, kiddo. I bet she’s tighter than shit back there.”But I didn’t care what Walter wanted any more. I had my own brand of confidence now, and my own woman to share it with. She must have seen it in my eyes too, that hungry look of a confident man.”What do you want, Mother? Should I toss him out, or do you want us both to fuck you?”

“i’ve always wanted to try it, baby,” she said, flushing with embarrassment. Walter was right, again. What had he said in the park? ‘Broads want to fuck as much as we do.’ He was right, alright. My straight-laced mom, now that she was excited, just wanted to fuck, too. When I let her up, Walter was already waiting on the floor. He was looking up at us, waiting patiently, confidently. Then he saw the look in mother’s eyes and called out to her, “Come here you sexy bitch! I’ve got a stiff Johnson just waiting to fill you up!”And she hopped the three steps or so over to him eagerly. Our cum was running down her thighs, that’s how full I had pumped her, but she didn’t seem to care.”Come on, baby. Set that wet pussy down right here. Crawl aboard old Walter and ride him to your heart’s content.”Mother crawled over him, then she took a firm grasp of his cock and quickly set herself down on top of it. They both groaned as she took him in. Then Mother started riding him in earnest. I watched her ass as she pumped herself on top of him, the ass that had fascinated me for years. Now, suddenly, it was not just in my view but within my reach.

Kneeling behind her, I bent down and let my fingers graze across the perfect mounds of mother’s asscheeks. She was so wonderfully smooth there. But, smooth as it felt, I didn’t let my fingers slow until they had traced the shallow groove that split her ass into two perfect halves. Pressing lower, into the deeper portion, my fingers traced the crinkle of her anus. Mom moaned, thrusting herself down on top of the strange cock beneath her. The more she moaned, the harder I fingered her. All the while, Walter’s flow of words was unending.”Look at those tits, kid. I’ve never seen more beautiful tits bouncing over me, son. Damn I’d love to fuck this sweet bitch every day like you’re going to from now on. You’re one lucky little bastard to have a fine woman like this at home, i’ll tell you that. Beautiful tits and beautiful wet cunt, too!”I reached lower, my fingers just barely grazing where mother’s cunt was stretched out by Walter’s thrusting cock. Going even lower on her leg, I scooped up the dripping cum running in a thick stream down her thigh, then smeared the gooey mess on Mom’s puckered asshole. As she groaned, I thrust one finger deep into the tight ring, stretching it with my thick middle knuckle and then even more as I swirled it around.

“Oh, you got her with that one, kid! Whatever you’re doing back there, this hot little number loves it. Don’t you baby? I bet you’re one of those uptight girls that always wanted a real man to open up your back door, aren’t you baby?”With the coating of thick cum I had rubbed inside and out of her, I moved further up between their legs and seated the swollen head of my cock against her impossibly small pucker. Gritting my teeth, I began to gradually press in. As I did, Mom began to twitch between us uncontrollably.”Go easy, kiddo,” Walter suggested with a lewd leer looking up at me over mother’s shoulder. “Treat a woman’s ass right and she’ll give it to you for the rest of your life. Treat her wrong just once and it’s never yours again!”Since he’d given me such great advice so far, I eased up after the fat crown had sunk into her tight ring. Mom threw her head back and was chanting something in a low, raspy whisper that I couldn’t make out. First Walter began to slowly pump into her from below, and then Mom’s hips began to move as well. As they picked up a little speed, I began to ease into her some more. Oh fuck,” she screeched sweetly, “I got a big cock filling up my ass!”

“Fuck him, baby,” Walter encouraged her, kneading her tits in his active hands as he did so. “Fuck back on that big cock in your ass, baby!” Mom bucked wildly between us and it was just a matter of holding onto her hips and thrusting against her rhythm. I could feel her gluts flexing like crazy! Her ass felt so hot and alive in my big palms. I squeezed those cheeks, probably as hard as Walter was going after her tits, while thrusting hard and bottoming out every time my sweet bitch pushed back against me. She was mine, too, I realized. My fat cock stuffed in her virgin ass claimed her just as surely as any explorer ever claimed title of new virgin land for God and country. There was only one thing left to do, to claim my prize.”Gonna cum in your ass, Mother,” I warned her through clenched teeth. It only made Mom and Walter work even harder. “Gonna cum in your ass and make you mine!”

“That’s right, kid,” I heard Walter say in a strained, groaning voice. “Cum in her! Then she’ll be your whore! Forever! Isn’t that right… You gorgeous cum slut?” I didn’t know who came first and I didn’t care. All I knew was that hot ropes of my semen were flooding Mother’s bowels as I pumped her full of molten cum. Her eager ass churned between us, no doubt milking two cocks for all her greedy self was worth. With lunge after deep lunge I pumped hot fire into her dank hole and Mother’s convulsing, voracious ass took it all it! As I cooled down, my cock stayed swollen deep inside her. The two of them continued to thrust fiercely for a while, but then even they slowed down. We all slowly ground ourselves to a gradual halt with our two cocks filling mother up completely as we came to rest. “You are one sweet ride, woman,” I heard Walter whisper to Mom. She leaned over and actually kissed him briefly. “But I’m afraid I’m going to have to be going, though. They’re gonna miss me at the precinct. I don’t think there’s any reason to run your son in for such a smaller matter, now that I know you’re going to teach him right. Do you?”

“No, Detective. You won’t have any more trouble with Daniel. We both appreciate your taking a personal interest in his case.”Oh, you can believe me, Ma’am, the pleasure was all mine!”Mom excused herself when we got up, saying she was going to soak in her bathtub for a while. I told her that I’d be right in to join her soon, a comment that earned me a sexy, shy smile as her ass swayed out the door. While Walter was getting dressed, I waited until I heard the water running in mother’s bath. “I thought you were going to stay a while?” I asked the older man, feeling ambivalent about whether I wanted him to stay and help me with my older sister or not.”I think you got the drift of it now, kid,” he said with a smirk. “Your Mom can teach you what a woman needs, as long as you remember to be firm with her. Don’t let her get the upper hand, son. A woman like your mom needs a firm touch, you can probably tell. You saw how hot she got by being handled rough.””Yeah, that came as a real shock.””Not to me. Lots of broads are like that. Chances are your sister is, too. Just one last word of advice to you there, kid. Don’t try and keep your sister to yourself. If she’s already been fucking around, it’d be hard to train her to just one cock, ya know. Lot’s of young guys fall into that trap.”

“And don’t you just settle for the good pussy you have at home, either, kid. Nice as it is,” Walter said, looking wistfully toward the part of the house Mom had left for. “One of the keys to understanding all women is to fuck a wide variety of ’em. Just one steady girl doesn’t teach you much.”After he was dressed, I reached over and took the two hundred dollars off the floor where it had been swept down while we fucked mother on the table. I handed it over to him and Walter pocketed it and also bent and picked up his handcuffs off the floor.”See you around, kid. I might just take a rain check on your sister though, if it’s all the same to you. If she’s half the piece of tail your mom is, she’d be worth coming back some time to fuck.””Sure, just bring along a girl you don’t mind sharing with me,” I told him, copying his own leering smirk. “I think that’s only fair, you fuck my gal, i’ll fuck yours.”

“Shit, you’re learning quickly, kid” he laughed, patting me roughly on the back before heading for the door. As he walked out our door, I wondered if that was the last I’d see of that strange little confident man that had called himself Walter. Then I heard mother softly singing in another part of the house and realized there were better things for me to worry about.”Oh fuck!” I heard my mother cry out and she cursed for the first time I’d ever heard her. The fact that she was cursing as she pushed herself back to take even more of my cock in her ass made it all the more special. Suddenly, I couldn’t contain myself and I pushed in harder and slid right in up to my nuts.Did u like the story? Please rate it and post ur comments to me and one thing more, this story is not real. It’s just made by me for ur enjoyment.There is another information for all the readers that, I m a young call boy. I give services in all the areas of I.P.EXTENSION (Delhi) and other areas attached with it, with a nominal fees of just Rs. 130/- for 1hour and 30minutes. I m quiet experienced in this job as I have satisfied around six girls through this facility.So, any married / unmarried women, unsatisfied aunty or a girl above 15 years of age desiring for a soft core or hardcore sex can mail me.Your secrecy / privacy would be maintained at any cost and the satisfaction of sex would be guaranteed by me.You have to just pick up ur computer and mail me ur comments to [email protected] enjoy, because life fucks everyone!!

HELLO, this ramesh kumar pawar. I am sharing real and true sex experience of my own life.I belong to a small village near chandigarh .I had first sex experience with my mom at the age of 16 yrs.and i feel it is always better to have sex with close family members because it is safe,free of cose and freee from all the diseses like AIDS & HIV. A girl/married women seraching some one to have sex and it is always better to go with your son / brother. Dear friend as I explained to you in my previous story( part-i) that how i started to enjoy the sex with my mom.my father live in village to look after his farming and milk dairy business I along with my two sister and mother lived in chandigarh, and my elder brother was in college hostel. When my both sister used to sleep in nights I quietly go to my mom bed room and i always found my mom to waiting for me.I always bolt the door and put some cloth on key hole.I had sex with my mom in totally nude i look my mom nude body ,she is lady with small height and sexy figure.dear friends the enjoyment which i get with my mom I never got with any other girl or lady in my life till date. My mom made me to sit on chair and then she started to suck my panis she used to suck my panis after keeping my lund forskin back .first she used to rotate her toung on the top of my lund this gave my a great pleasure ,after that she took my lund in her mouth and suck it like a lolly-pop that made me to feel like a heaven.

Then she asked my to taste her pussy ,i tasted the juice of her pussy and really i enjoyed a lot.we both took the 69 position and carrying this for about 15 minutes after that my mom asked me to fuck her by taking dogy position.this always took around 15 mints some times my mom asked me to realese cum in her pussy and some time she asked me to realese in her mouth, and really she used to takemy full cum in her mouth.this was a routine sex experience with my mom almost for ten years. Many times I USED to take bath with my mom and in bathroom also i fucked my mom in standing position and dogy postion, really the enjoyment what i have with my mom it is making me excited now also at the time when i am just writing this experience.my mother used to take PILLS (MALA-D) to avoide pregnency we took full precaution while doing sex with mom but my elder sister was having some doubt about that, one day she asked me that many night she has seen that I am going to mom bedroom in night, what is the matter. I told her that nothing when i dont get sleep in night then i just go to sleep in mom bedroom,she smiled at me and told dont tell lie she knows every thing, and she smiled at me.

There was a marriage in my close relative and my mom along with my younger sister went to village and from there along with my father they all attend that marriage and my mom was back to chandigarh after one week.my self and my elder sister were in chandigarh as house can not be left unattended in city. When my mom went to marriage my elder sister and my self were left alone.my elder sister again asked her repeated question that many times i go to mom bed room in night why.I asked my sister , what she feel about this ,she told she knows but she wanted to ask me then I told her I will tell but dont tell to any body, she promised that to me.then i explained all the situation and thing to my elder sister.I told my sister that if i didnot satisfied my mom the some times she may go out side with some one.sister realised the situation and again she smiled at me and told you are lucking that getting a comfortable sex at the age of 16yrs. I told my elder sister if she is interested then we can also have it now as mom and Younger sister is already out for a week.Initially sister was not agree ,an told me she is afraid of getting pregnent I told her mom is using MALA-D PILLS.and if she is interested the we can have with condom(NIRODH).SHE ASKED ME DO I HAVE NIRODH .i told her I will bring it from medical shop,then she got agree and told me to bring nirodh.i went to medical shop an brought the nirodh. I removed the cloth of my elder sister and mine too. I asked my sis to suck she took my lund in her mouth and suck it nicely the i suck her chuchi(breast) .we both got excited i asked my sister did she had sex earlier she told she is virgin till date then i put nirodh on my lund and tried to put inside her pussy, but it was so tight and sister was getting pain she told it will not go inside . Then i took 69 position and give my sister fuck with my toung and with two finger after that sister was much excited then againg i tried with my lund and with a little jerk i insserted my lund into her pussy she shouted with a sound mer gai but immediately i put my hand on her mouth .This was also a incident i fucked my sister and she had her first experience with me.another story will be in….(part-iii). Tks for all and any body interested to share his/her true and real sex experience or want any suggestion can contact me at —[email protected]