The first time he and I were together it was because of a threesome with me, her, and him (they were still dating). I was really drunk that night and didn’t know any better; I was kind of mad at her for letting it happen.

Later on, they broke up, and he and I began hooking up. I thought I really liked him and he liked me and we had a future, but I just found out that he was just using me to add another notch on his belt.

Oh, and they took time off for a while from sex after they broke up, but apparently they’re sleeping together again.

I’m just confused and last night I was overwhelmed with guilt. Should I tell her what happened? I just don’t want a big dramatic scene, and I’ll understand if I lose her over this, but I don’t want her to tell everyone and lose other friends as well.

Please help me, my friend is graduating in four days and I don’t want this to stain our last week together.

While still ready, I wish she’d have her friends come over and use the toilet, humiliating me while some guys from a local gay club would pound my ass without me knowing it, leaving loads of cum in my ass. Then have my girlfriend fill my ass, with everyones piss. Then she’d drain everything out of my ass, all my shit and peoples piss, into a funnel with the end tied to my mouth making me take it all in. I’d then like to get fucked by her 30 inch strapon, making me take every inch in my ass until i scream for mercy, then she can fist my tight ass up to her elbow, slowly sliding her other arm and fist inside it while another friend of hers puts her filthy feet in my face making me lick them clean.

I’m a guy.

Second;

My sister is very very hot, I sometimes imagine and dream of fucking her hard and up the ass, cumming inside of her.

Sex with my boyfriend Blake is GREAT! But for some reason I still think about Korbin every once in a while. Oh ya, and there’s something I forgot to add, Korbin still thinks about having sex with me too. The reason I know is because we texted one night (we haven’t talked since we broke up YEARS ago) and revealed the feelings we still have for each other and discussed our current situations. I have NEVER cheated on Blake, and I don’t plan to but these uncontrollable “fantasies” are making me feel really guilty! I don’t know what to do . . .

When the doorbell rings, if I’m not expecting somebody, I become momentarily afraid that some form of law enforcement has found proof of the things I’ve watched, and could somehow retrieve them from my computer.

Most people believe I am one of the safe people… The kind of guy that you could leave your children with, and not worry… What would they do if they knew?

Then i walk home and masturbate, as soon as i place the sign at the front door that reads,

‘I can’t come to the door right now.
I’m busy playing with myself,
So if you’d like to watch, just open the door and walk in.
I love to be watched…..and to watch.’

so far, noones stumbled along at the time but just the thought of it there is enough.

should i mention i’m a woman,,,,,,and kinda hot. Well, very hot Ive been told.

Couldn’t believe it first as she recognized i was in love with her and she called me to her room. i thought she will sentence me or something but she smiled at me and suddenly began kissing me. she was telling, that she wanted it as much as i did, locked the door of the room and began to take of her cloth.

after licking her pussy and she sucking my cock we began fucking on one of the tables. couldn’t belive it. after this, we met several times, even at her’s when her husband, some stupit buissinesman travelling around, who wasn’t able to satisfy her, as she said.

we had an affair until i was 19 and the time, the most bad thing happened. she got pregnant! i felt like a fool ’cause she always tooked the pill, but that was not the biggst problem. this was, as her daughter was born and we had to clear about who’s the father ’cause she ment, she was fucking with her husband at this time.

but it happened as i thought it would: i was the father of the little girl we named cara, as i supposed some weeks before birth. nobody but us two knows, that we had this affair and that cara is my daughter, because her stupid husband even today thinks she’s his child, and that’s what really hurts me, even it is six jears ago from now

I told my friends that I only made out with the crazy stuntman i met last week. Everyone who met him said “Wow, what a wild man. Where did you meet him? He is soooo not the guy for you,” I mean, I’m a bookworm and computer geek and he sets himself on fire for a living. But it’s been so long since there was any fire or passion in my life. And those friends who said those safe, dismissive things don’t know about the wild woman in my soul — the one who couldn’t say no to the matching flame I saw in him.

So I told them we went out, had drinks, made out and that was that but the truth is this: We had amazing, life-affirming sex for hours — wild, caveman/cavewoman you-Tarzan-me -Jane sex that would horrify all these PC, respectful SNAGs (sensitive new-age guys) I’m typically with. There’s nothing quite like alpha-male testosterone, and talk about mad manskillz…I”m getting aroused just thinking about it now. He left the bed we shared for a stunt yesterday morning, after trying to get me to come with him. I left the bed we shared baffled, rattled, sore, and not knowing myself anymore. I mostly ignored his effusive, adoring calls and texts he sent me from the road but he never called me after his stunt like he said he would.

So here I am, 24 hours after my last round of rough, crazy, wild-beast sex with this man, trying to process the call I just got from his team: the stunt went wrong and he’s in ICU, really fucked up. His team and family are all there and I’m sitting here covered with bruises and bitemarks, thinking of his firm, gorgeous body that delighted me for hours, all torn up in ways I can’t even stand to think about. If we hadn’t used condoms his sperm would still be swimming around in me.

Q: What if he dies?
I know what he’d say: “What a way to end it all, a night like that with a woman like you.”

Q: What if he’s just a fucked-up, washed-up vegetable now who needs a lot of care?
I can’t imagine that as an option for him. Just can’t. So full of life, just starting a new tour, big plans and moving to a new town with all sorts of good PR coming out after years of struggle. I’m pretty sure he’d want to sneak out of the hospital early to make his next gig or go out in a big blaze.

The big Q: Did being with me tire him out and distract him and somehow lead to his accident?
The dude was flyin (pretty sure he does speed, from various references), and really pumped about the gig. But man, the details have to be just right to survive the kind of shit he does.

He believes in God, in his own wayward way, and feels that God has kept him alive all these years. Anyone reading this, seriously — if you’re here to get turned on, fine, but please send a plea or prayer skyward for this sweet-talking daredevil, this overgrown kid, this silver-tongued risk-taker whose luck may have run out.

One day when we were watching a movie and she fell asleep, she was right next to me and i just kept staring at her tits then i moved my hand and grabbed her left boob, then she woke up. Darn!! i remember that when i was like 6 or 7 i would do what they did on tv make-out. i made out with my sister, we didn’t talk about it but i was only able to kiss her on her neck not her mouth. the longer we made-out the more i got to do, first i was able to grab her boobs from the outside of her shirt then she would lift up her shirt, i was able to grab her bra and some skin. she has really big boobs.

One time, i remember she almost took off her bra, but my mom called her and we had to stop. im 16 and she’s 26, and i can’t stop thinking about how she makes me really hard and how i really want to have sex with her. that’s my confession

That’s how depraved I was. But one day in 2005 the Lord killed something within me in the middle of a masturbation session and I’ve never been the same. The realization that I was letting my hand determine where I would spend the rest of my eternity settled on me.

I turned from my sin and put my faith in Christ as the only Savior. I’ve been free ever since, and I now try to help guys that are addicted to porn and masturbation the best way I can.

Soli Deo Gloria, “All glory to God”.

Is this normal? I can’t imagine myself doing this to any other man, nor does him. Are there guys who do this?

there’s this boy in my 2nd block.
oh man is he sexy.
i dont even pay attention in class anymore.
i just put my head down and fantasize about having sex with him.
hes always telling me how big his dick is, and i want it so bad. but he has a girlfriend, and he talks to a girl that i know. BUT I WANT HIM.

i wanna be the girl he talks to everyday and every night. i wanna be the girl he gives head to and fucks from the back. i wanna be his girl

the sad thing is, just because i fall for the baddest boys, he WILL cheat on me. and i will be the one looking stupid -_-

I think I’ll die a virgin and alone and can’t do anything realistic to change it. Even if I am the only one with this perspective, I am really attracted to girls, even want romance and have lots of crushes on any given time and have tender feeling of love and occasional lust. But I feel we are all indoctrinated to behave one way only in the dating scene, we are just brainwashed by society in the way they want a guy approach to them. I can’t comply to the mating games rules established by media and society, they suck for me. I just want to be natural and have a happy fulfilling real relationship, but sometimes I conclude that women don’t look for averageness on love and sex. They look for adventures risk and pleasures. So I am not able to provide a movie for them cause all I want is simple and real love. I am in big trouble, even considering celibate and even a romance celibate if that definition even exist. Thanks.

But also since i started to watch the L word (secretly, i know, stupid) i’ve started digging in my head and i found some thoughts… and i discovered also that it has been going on eariler but i never put an attetion on it. its not that i desire and fantisize bout girls, but it all looks so cosy and intimate on the L word.
i know nothing about me right now.
fuck

Godamn the countryside!

I have been developing feelings for a member of my family that I know would seem…questionable.

My sister who lives several hours away is gorgeous, stunning and an absolute vision. And every time I think of her i have this constantly growing urge to romance her sexually and romantically.

I want to badly to try and romance her, even though our relation isn’t by blood, she is still a part of my family as though she were.

A part of me feels guilty and spiteful of myself for feeling this way towards her, but at the same time I only wish I could be with her.

After she gave my cock a mushy strokes, she stopped for a moment, then she stared at me for a while. I suddenly felt guilty of what I have done with her. Her innocent-looking eyes were like saying me to stop this nonsense, but her body language conquered what’s inside those eyes and proved me wrong.

She grabbed my member and started to suck. The aura of her lust and desire for me is so strong, as I watched her thrusting my dick like a lollipop and juggling my balls. My lil’ sis, for her young adolescence, turned herself to a woman at that very moment.

“Make come, make me come, please fuck me hard, I want you, I want you right now, quick!”

I didn’t stand a chance against her will, so I readily embraced her to the toilet sink, and positioned her perfectly for a ‘doggy’.

I felt nervous at that instance, aiming to her spot, her wet pussy begging for a penetration..But Bubbles can’t stand the waiting no more, so she grabbed my cock and she speared it right on the spot..!

Then I put my hand on her love handles and started to come..The “Ooh’s” and “Aah’s” began as I deeply come into my slutty sister’s paradise. We both were saying “I love you’s” to each other as we go along..
Then we broke to make another style..

I mashed and ate her breasts like crazy and fingered and fucked all afternoon. While my dick found a new home to her sizzling wet pussy.

We took all of that stolen moments for our desires to be fulfilled. After I fucked her hard, I gave my shot of what my cum tastes like. I let her extract all of its contents like files to WinRar..!

“Ohh…oh, baby..You’re fantastic..I love you, I love you Bubbles..Oh,oh..” I said as she unloaded my cum.

“Yeah..ooh yeah…Fuck me again baby.. Fuck me next time, my lover..”

I didn’t make a promise to her ’cause I don’t want this thing to happen again. But I know, she will haunt me for more.

Luckily for us two, my sexy mom and sister Blossom arrived 7pm. We had ourselves spending time tasting each other and fucked the afternoon long.

We just acted like nothing’s happened as promised.
(To be continued…)

i really like chubby girls, shes kinda chubby. But I need some fat to grab a hold of i want to stuff her until her fat belly is so soft and squishy i could ejaculate.

i want to stuff her and have her pants rip and her shirt buttons pop that would make me so hard, i want to feed her so bad.

[Translation: Portuguese » English]

I love Mia, Marlene and Beatriz. 3 women, which is in common? The fact that they all have gone through a tragedy or several of them in life. The fact that all of them are beautiful, the fact that I do not know how to always be those people that attract me and for me that I love. The fact that love them and feel what they felt over the life of them. I do not know why but all the people that attract me in the beginning and that later in the know are just a Bea, Mia and Marlene. I wonder why I? Why? Because I always loved by such people? Is luxuria calling for me? If that was why I feel it is more than that? I love them both. And I’m completely in the shit. Because my life stops because of it. For more laps I try to give. It attempts to do more to move on. For more initiatives that invention and try to do to forget everything else. Everything ends up wrong. I’m tired of living in that kind of world, where individualism reigns, where each is for you, where nobody is able to look the other and help him. I hate it. When we got the point. I know that I’m alive but I feel that all the dead time. People are dead inside, and I will understand. The Mia and Bea were people who did everything to give life … and failed. The Marlene is another. Why the hell am I love me again, by someone who certainly will end the same way that ended with the other two.

I am not really sure about my sexuality

Clearly God has a unique sense of humor, cause I have a hard time understanding how the girl of my fantasies actually finds me devastatingly attractive, cause most your lesser totally hotties never find me attractive enough if at all. Though, it should be noted that this confession and/or complaint is probably temporary. Guess I am used to trusting myself to obtain the best I THINK I am worthy of, rather than letting God bless me with what HE thinks I deserve. I guess I just have to learn to be secure in the fact that God answered my prayer better than I even prayed it.

But what am I gonna do with my own never good enough self image? Think I will pass it to THAT guy, who’s name and number shall remain anonymous. Now, HE gets to possess my never good enough self image. And God tells me that is just fine, cause he needs a wake up call anyway. And you may find this confession a bit cheesy and even offensive or even unbelievable, but that is cause you probably never prayed to God to fulfill your wildest fantasies, so, you are presently stuck living the mediocrity of your dreams. And where is your faith? Probably in the mediocrity of your dreams. And should I prove to you God answered my prayer by showing you a picture of my devastatingly gorgeous wife? No, I will just remind you of how totally boring I look, how uninteresting is my bank account, and how socially retarded I am. Besides, most men have seen pictures of her anyway, but I have not even seen her Playboy spread!

Yes, no lie! I am a mostly dysfunctional and unsuccessful Christian guy, and God sends me a Playboy playmate with a long since misplaced faith. I actually prayed to God, please send me the most devastatingly beautiful, brilliant, and engaging Christian woman in the world, who will find me, ME, totally hot and exciting for the whole of our lives, and GOD SENDS ME A FORMER PLAYMATE!

I dont know why.

I just dont.

Why wont you fuck me and ravage me?

If you are lying to me and make me look like a fool, I will rage like I’ve never raged before. It will turn my heart black.

You have no idea what FTW really means.

So, one day after I was settled at my new base, me and a friend decided to take a trip up to the other base. While shopping, I happened to run into my old Supevisor’s husband. We made the same small talk, only this time exchanged IM addresses. After I traveled back to my base, I added him to my IM.

One night about 3 months later, on another trip up yonder, I was at a club with a few friends. And there he was. Only this time things were much different. He was very flirtatious, a little touchy. He asked where I was staying and I told him. We left the club, I got my things from the hotel I was staying at, and we headed to his place. After arriving there, we listened to some music, was drinking on some cognac, and talking. Somewhere in between talking and listening to music, he started pulling me closer to him and telling me that he had always wanted me since the day he met me. He started kissing on my neck and my ears and then before I knew what was happening I was being led to his king sized bed.

The next morning, when my brain was clear from it’s drunken haze I thought about what I had just did. I thought it was just one of those drunk-night flings. But he woke up and we started going at it again.

I have taken a few other trips to his base to visit him. And while I always questioned myself as to what I was doing, I simply could not help myself.

Since both of us left Korea, he has IM’ed me out of the blue…telling me that he missed feeling my ass and tits and how he still thought about all the things we did to each other. All the while, I still keep in touch with his wife….his wife who wants to come visit me in Guam where I now am.

He ended up pulling he fingers out and shoving his 7 inch dick into me as hard as he could and it never felt so good. i went to sleep that night in his bed with his left hand on my tits and right fingers in my slit.

He would pick fuck me in the most passionate manner possible, then take me home. I couldnt help my self at 19 much like the sex i was falling hard and fast he was in his mid 20′s. He knew what say what to do were to touch. i have a weakness for great massages and he definately had the midas touch. After two months of the best sex ever he asked me to move in with him. i dint understand we had never officially agreed to the whole boyfrind girlfriend deal. I mean thats what i wanted but that would have been just to damn good to be true. he’s got his own money own house own car he showers everyday and he has brains. i thought it was a trick question. I thought i had enough bad experiences to know the differences between love and lust, and this was definitely love. eventually i packed my shit and went for it. I couldnt stand the thought of a broken heart again so i told my self that no matter what i was gonna do what ever it took to make this work. i cold have never prepared my self for what was next.

he had never mentioned her before and didnt say very much that day besides “oh yeah, this is old girls room” as if I was supposed to have known who the fuck “old girl” was. i applied at the gentlemans club the day before i moved in with them. the next day when he picked me up for work i trid to open the back door to put my things in the car when the window cracked and a pettite nicely manicured hand popped out. she was pretty and cool as shit. I didnt know what to do besides smile and smoke til i was to high to care about the thousand questions running through my mind . that was 4years ago. my parents love him. My grandmother even has a picture of him in her liveing room. I actually love the thought of knowing that hes fucking other girls and i know all about them rather than past relatonships when i found out about other girls the hards way. i dont think i could breath without him but how will i ever tell the people who care about me the most that I dance at a topless bar making almost 1000 dollars a day and go home and gives it all up to this pimp who i fell madly in love with way to hard & way to fast they think is simply my boyfriend. where will i start? help me please

Well, when I visited my Grandma’s home for Christmas break, my aunt and uncle where living there also. I never met my aunt until the day I visited Grandma. She was hotter than I expected, but she also had hot feet too. Now, I couldn’t just ask her for a foot rub or maybe even worship, so I did the next best thing. At night when everyone was sleeping, I would sniff her shoes and socks endlessly. The stronger the odor the better. Even after she wore them after the family went out sometimes. I feel dirty, but aroused and confused. She’s my aunt, I find her pretty attractive too. I’m kinda sickened by it too, but I fantasize sometimes about rubbing her feet, licking her soles gently, sucking her beautiful toes, and smelling those odors. She’s family and I’m really confused by it. I try to sneak a sniff whenever I visit and it sure turns me on!

So ne wayz we sexored for 14 hours. at the end of it i was shitting out dickskin cause he must have rubbed off in me.

now i’m all aroused and i’m eating chocolate pretending i’m a girl outta 2 girls 1 cup.

Thats all i have to say about that

By Brad Innes.

I only think about her about 10% of the time when I masturbate, and I like to talk dirty to girls I meet on myspace and send them naked pictures (they love those).

Anyway, I managed to seduce a girl who lives in my building and I think I might have a chance to fuck her. The problem is she doesn’t know I have a girlfriend, so if my girlfriend comes for a visit, then I’m afraid she’s going to find out!

If I AM going to get caught by my GF, I won’t cheat on her, but if I won’t, then I think I would love to!

2 months ago i hired a hooker because i felt lonely. My girlfriend is on another country and we haven’t seen each other for at least 8 months. I didn’t want to get emotionally involved with anyone so i decided to pay a prostitute just to let my inner beast loose.

The day i fucked this slut she felt abnormally attached to me, we exchange numbers and became friends.
One day we talked over the phone and decided to meet to have some drinks and talk. That evening we had sex again and spent the whole night together. Of course without any money involved.

We have been talking periodically over the phone, I know I’m not supposed to fell for a whore, i don’t want to have any feelings for this girl but my fucking brain is giving me a hard time.

The past Saturday we talked and agree to see each other that same night… when i called her she was with a “costumer” and i felt really bad….she told me to call her one hour later…..so i did but she never picked up the phone or return my calls.

Today is Tuesday and i decided to give her a call to check if she was alright…. she didn’t picked up again….i checked online on her website to see if something was wrong and her pictures were gone and when i tried to book her again they pimp told me that she was out of town. I call her from another cell phone and surprisingly she picked up….i asked her what was wrong….and she told me that her mom was in town and that she is not going to work anymore. I ask her whether i could call her and she say no…i will call u…
She only work as a hooker for less than 3 months…or at least that is what i know.

I got feelings for this girl….i know i can do much better…..i have a lot of female friends that i could fuck anytime i want…..i tried not to get involved with anyone but i ended up so much worse.

I’m not going to call her again, but i know i will take some time to recover from this. My girlfriend is coming next month and i don’t feel the same way about her anymore…..after meeting this girl the chemistry on my brain changed and i cant do anything about it.

so we’re at her place, and we’ve polished off like…3, maybe 4 bottles of wine…and i’m to the point that i’m spinning drunk, most likely because i drank most of those bottles…and she’s pretty well buzzed too.

she starts to get a little crazy. like going to emotional extreems in conversation, and we’ll be talking and she’ll slap me right across the face. which i’ll admit, i’m all for a little rough-house…but not in the middle of completely irrelevant conversation, yano?

she starts to crawl on me on the couch, and i just pretty much let her, dont try to push it at all, then she makes out with me as i’m in the middle of conversation, and as soon as she pulls away i start right back where i got cut off. and she starts crying about how she’s not sexy enough for me, *i used to date a few strippers, and she knows it, and i’m pretty sure is very insecure about that fact*

so then she turns up the music and starts dancing for me, and as i’m slightly starting to get turned on, she cuts off and goes and smokes a cigarette. by the time she gets back i’ve already halfway passed out-did i mention i drank like 3 bottles of wine? and she tells me if i’m tired to just go lay down, so i strip down and crawl into her bed, and she comes in like 10 minutes later and strips and says she wants to fuck. normally i would have…except by then i was really starting to get the spins, and the only thing on my mind was holding onto the bed so i wouldnt fall off.

i politely turn her down, and tell her i’m waaay to fucked up and would puke on her…ask me again in the morning, and she starts to freak out. then goes on about how no guy has ever turned her down, about how she’s not sexy enough for me just because she dosent have big fake tits, and is throwing a general fit like a kid who’s parents wont give him candy.

she then lies down next to me, back to me and i try to pull her in close to calm her down, and she lets out a big sigh of disgust and storms off to the kitchen. i dont know how long she was gone, because i passed the hell out…but she wakes me up yelling at me again. i tell her to calm down, and this goes on back and forth for about 20 minutes, then she finally turns off the lights and crawls in bed. then starts crying, or more like sobbing uncontrollably. i try to calm her down, but then have to leave for a minute to ralf, and come back and she’s still sobbing, then goes on to start cussing me out and talking shit, not really to me..but about me like i’m not even there. then more sobbing, and finally i calm her down and we go to sleep.

next morning she apologizes repeatedly for the incident, and has for the last couple nights, and says that she’s really an alcoholic and shouldnt drink anymore, bad shit happens, blah blah blah.
anyways…i still really like her…she’s a great girl, except when she’s drunk, and i only witnessed the one night. and we have great sparks as a couple so far, except that one incident.

any advice please?!? should i cut my losses and kick her to the curb…or try to give her another chance?

Clark and I had a history a while ago, i fucked it up to say the least.
then he moved down the street into a duplex with his buddy.
we agreed not to date but he just can’t be my friend and my good time.
I’m too attached and I’d really like to be single for now, so I think I have to break it off.
problem: he’s the only guy to actually get me off.
I’m hoping that it was just luck and not because I love him or something.
i don’t mean to sound promiscuous but he’s not the only boy to ever touch me.
he talks to me about his ex and then wants to come get me and cuddle. I’m totally being used, but I honestly don’t want him to be out of my life.

Every since i lost my virginity and broke up, my best friend has been my vibrating toothbrush.

I was adopted a few months ago by 2 very awesome people..i love them very much! they have a 10 year old son and 16 year old daughter..the trouble is, ever since the first time i saw the daughter (ill call her “Katie”) i’ve been very physically attracted to her and she’s shown interest in me too.

the other night our parents went out for their 20th anniversary dinner and left us 3 kids alone in the house for the night. “Katie” and i dropped “Nick” (the 10 year old) off at a friends house for a sleepover at 9 o’clock. then “Katie” and i started watching the movie Wedding Crashers in our parents room. When it got to the “hand job scene” at the dinner table, “Katie” noticed that i was aroused and asked if i’d ever gotten one. i said no because i hadn’t. she asked if i wanted one and i said yes. she started just to rub my jeans jokingly and then slid her hand down my boxers and was surprised at my size and then i could tell she was turned on. she unbuttoned my jeans and ripped them off. she had this look in her eyes that kinda scared me but it made me feel really good too. so she started rubbing and sucking me. i didn’t know what to think but then i really started enjoying it. and we made out and had oral sex from about 11 to 1. she then asked if i wanted to go farther and i said not right now. she was fine with that and then we went to sleep in our parents bed.

i woke up at 9 the next morning to find “Katie” completely naked straddling my crotch area and we proceeded to make out more and then she gave me a quick blow job and rubbed her butt up against my penis and said “there’s more where that came from.” then we had breakfast together. she said if i wanted to we could keep having oral sex and maybe more for as long as i wanted to. i really want to because we’re attracted to her but i don’t because i don’t want our parents to find out. help!

one night we got pissed and i fondled my friend. i dont know if he remembers but it has been awkward between us lately. i dont want to bring it up incase he tells my friends and some how my brother finds out.

please help me.

As I got older I discovered bondage magazines and 8mm film to feed my fetish. As an adult I tried to induce my girlfriend to try it but was unsuccessful until finally I found a string of lovers who were willing subjects. I was startled to find that it was a common female fantasy and that I was not a “weirdo” for having it.

My favorite session was dressing up a lover as an ardent feminist along with a graphic t-shirt and tight mini-skirt then proceeding to bind her to a chair and gag her while I videotaped the proceedings. I had to mime what I wanted her to act like and what her facial expressions should be. I next hog-tied her and had an assistant videotape me and her struggling on a bed. Close up shots had me biting her ear and licking her neck. I then tied her to a footstool with her ass sticking out which I then spanked hard with a leather flogger.

Next I made her crawl on the floor to where I was sitting on a couch, un-gagged her and made her lick my black boots while I occasionally spit into her face as I pronounced her a “worthless cunt-whore”. I pulled her onto the couch and forced her to suck my cock as I spanked her ass.
I put a dog collar and leash on her neck as I bent over and force her to rim my anus and stick her tongue up it.

I then lay down on the bed, gagged her again and made her mount my cock and fuck. After I had a huge orgasm I dragged her like bad dog to the bathroom floor and pissed on her making sure most of my pee was aimed at her face.

I love binding willing females and making them service my desires. I hope this story will encourage fellow enthusiasts to share.

Clam

“I respect you as you are one in blood with me.. You see, I love you Bubbles, but not to the extent of seeing ourselves making it up to something.. I’m really sorry.. I don’t wanna hurt your feelings..”

At first I thought the scene has reached its conclusion. Well maybe not because she gave me a kiss that would make me forget being her as my sister. I felt kinda strange.. Her lips were damn soft and warm, with a loving passion. I couldn’t help myself but to kiss back.

I stopped kissing with Bubbles and I attempted to run towards my room. But my lil’ sis just keep on coming.

She inserted her silky smooth hand in my pants. She noticed me already having an hard-on, so she rubbed my briefs containing my member rapidly as if I was getting masturbated.!

At first I was preventing my psyche from thinking of my sister as if I was already making love to her, and have my dick come to life. But my animal instinct didn’t stand the sizzling body waiting to be banged.

“Hihi! You can run from me right now, but you can’t resist me.. I see it in your eyes, Brotha’ Luv!Haha!”

The tension heats up and I got sweaty as my penis is stimulated for a possible.. (Forgive me moralists) SEX..

“Alright Bubbles, you got me, but please don’t ever ever tell anyone about this.. Okay?!”

“Hmm.. Okay. No one will ever know Just you and I.. ” she softly replied.

So she took me to the bathroom. She said that she wants to lose her virginity there.

So at first, we kissed using our lips and tongue, exchanging saliva with one another. Damn! It was really great! I felt how Bubbles needed me to come into her.

I took all of her clothes off except for her bra and lingerie because I get horny when I see girls wearing such revealing suits.

I wanted Bubbles to be like that. I felt the carnal lust of heeding for sex with my own kin. She wore a black tight bra, a T-back lingerie and stockings.
While she wanted me totally naked so I gave it..!

I was like kissing her lips while my one hand was busy mashing her boobs and the other in her still tight pussy.

Then she went down and kneel to suck my penis. My sis was already a great cocksucker. I feel like my cum rushing out of my ‘seminal vesicle’ and towards her innocent face. She was sucking it like crazy!I can’t believe my eyes of what I was witnessing.

Then she asked me to sit in the toilet bowl. Bubbles grabbed my dick and sandwiched it with her cute boobs!
Wow! She was stroking forward and back and I couldn’t help but to watch her doing me a boobjob. I felt really great! My cute sister has really grown up to be one of my secret fucking marionettes!

(continued in part 3)

This is where the story goes:
My parents had their divorce because of their so-called “differences”. My dad migrated somewhere in the US with his new woman. All of my siblings, (including me) are living with my mom in our rented apartment. It’s me with my mom, my elder sister (21), my identical sister (17), and my youngest sister (14).

Since then, it was my mom who took in charge of all the duties my dad left behind. She, by the way, is a doctor, only 36 yrs. old, (I think she was just 15 when she got pregnant with my elder sister). She is now one of the new acquisitions for public hospital surgeons, and practicing her profession in a public hospital.

My elder sister now works as a Nursing clinical instructor in a well-renowned University here in our place. She graduated ‘Magna Cum Laude’ and she got a spot in the top 10 during the Nursing board exams.

Meanwhile, me and my twin sister (both 17, although she was a few hours older) are currently studying in college, also Nursing, where our eldest use to work.

She is far more better than me, academically. A dean’s lister, a candidate for our U’s outstanding students, and also candidate for Miss University. And I’m so jealous with her academic prowess, up until now. She usually beats me up in all of our subjects.. Never did I have a chance to take the lead bet. the 2 of us..

The youngest of the siblings, my ever-so-cute cuddly-wuddly sis. She’s the sweetest and the most thoughtful, esp. to me. Everytime she sees me, she always gives me a lovely hug. She, by the way, got the genes that I never had from my mom: being a ‘brainiac’. All of the are academically excellent except for me.. I felt like I was just a thorn among the bunch of roses. I even once started to think that I was just an adopted sibling. But my mom proved me wrong by showing me the scar that the surgery left in me and my twin sister. I was convinced.

Almost all of them, including my mom, have graduated elementary with a ‘Valedictorian’ in their names. The fact that I can never be like them is what I’m jelling about.

I call my sisters ‘THE POWERPUFF GIRLS’ because of their traits as persons. My older sister being the leader of the siblings, the one closest to mom and being the ‘Blossom’ of the trio.

The boyish image of ‘Buttercup’ lies on my twin sister. She, I think, is more like a ‘boy’ than me. She is more aggressive, more gutsy and more smarter bet. the 2 of us. I’m more like of a ‘shyboy’ type, the ever-silent and the one who is very limited in speaking. She uses to wear black dresses to tell the world her ‘EMO’ side. Nevertheless, underneath that very loose and thick black garment is a one hot, sexy chick that’s waiting to be revealed, I tell ya!

And there was my ever-sweet, loving little sister. The one who’s giving me hugs almost many times a day. Its kinda strange on my side as her older brother for her being too close, but nevertheless fine. She’s currently in high school. We have our everyday heart-to-heart talk where she confesses to me all of what happened, the latest showbiz gossips and more! Hehe!

She had a lot of admirers, from friends, classmates, even teachers bec. of her beauty. I was wondering why she doesn’t go out with even one of the guys who courts her, so I asked. She said to me that she has no time for them. She spends more time in their dance practices (she’s also in their school’s performing arts club).

I always wonder why she gets to have very excellent grades despite of all of their daily practices, and still having the time to study. She is the closest to me amongst of us. She tells me almost everything, except for that one thing that can make our relationship as brother-sister go on nuts: the secret that she has kept, but unnoticeably obvious, her desire of having me as her lover, as in.

One day, I arrived home form school and I’ve noticed her watching TV all by herself. As in nobody’s home bec. my mom and my older sis went shopping. She quickly grabbed my bag and hugged me so tight. I had many things that I have noticed about her that instance.

She wore a sando shirt together with a very short skirt., and seemed she was so sexy. Her tight bra gave her not-so-big but seemingly large boobs a lift for that long clevage effect. She does’nt actually wears such clothes ever since. This is just too revealing for me to see and I didn’t stand the possible lust and sin I may commit form looking with sinful intent.So I asked her, “Why are you wearing such sexy clothes..?”

She answered back and said,

“There’s nothing to be worried about, big bro. I’ts just you and me..! Hihi!”.

“What?! Are you going crazy?! I know you don’t wear such revealing dresses. Are you sick or something?!

“I just wanted to tell you a secret. Come here quickly!”

Bec. of my confusion, we sat on the sofa and she starts to cry. I don’t know what she was trying to say. Then she said,

“Bro, its been a while and I can’t take this anymore. I will tell you my secret but pls, keep it bet. us only.. Sniff.. The real reason why I restrain myself form having a BF is bec. of… YOU..”

“Why me..? I don’t restrict you from having a boyfriend.. It’s okay with me as long as he will never hurt you and your feelings..”

“No.. I mean, you.. Sniff.. I LOVE YOU.”

“Huh?.. Well I love you too, sis. Don’t mention it.”

I felt like it was not what she really meant, so I distanced myself from her. But when I was about to go to my room, she pushed and brought me down, and she tried to strip off my pants..!

“No, that’s not what you meant by that, isn’t it..? Hehe.. Isn’t it..?!”

She moved closer to me, and told me:

“Bro, I wanna make love to you now. Could you..?please..?”
As she makes a cutie smile effect on her face, as if she was only making a joke or she wad just making a fool of me. But she suddenly removed her sando and exposed her cuddly boobs on my sight.

I warned her, “Don’t nake a fool of me, lil’ sis. I love you too, but not to this extent..”

She answered me with a teasing facial expression and said, “Would you mind if you take all of my clothes off..?”

(continued in part 2)

The thing is, this dream mirrors how I really feel. I’m in love with my girlfriend, who is always beside me when I wake up from that dream. But I am in total lust with her sister. It’s to the point now where I think about the dream during the day and get excited. So… so… hot!!! I suppose I’ll be thinking of that dream the next time I see her, too. I wish I could tell her about it or even act on it, because I think she is attracted to me. I don’t want to hurt my girlfriend, though.

Last Summer my wife and I went to a Nude Beach in Malibu Ca. My wife knew that I had always fantasized about her going topless at a beach. I think we got a little more than we bargained for… in a good way. After about an hour or two, my beautiful, shy, conservative wife finally agreed to take off her bikini top. I think she only really agreed because there were about a dozen nude men(mostly gay)all around us. She leaned back on her elbows, because she knows this positions her perfectly shaped C-cup tits. Keep in mind, she escaped stretch marks after our two kids. It all just went back in place… thank God!

Any ways, as she lay there with he tits on display a tall black fellow walked up to us to chat. Though he was wearing swim trunks, the obvious shape and length of his penis was clearly visible. He asked us the time and if we come here often.. small bullshit, I know it was just to get a better look. My heart was racing because I wasnt sure how my wife was feeling or how she would react. All of a sudden, the man sits down on the sand next to my wife as he contuned to talk about the beach and the police and other banter that I cant remember.

As he sat there, kinda leaning back on his side, our view of my wifes tits were at eye level as she remained frozen sitting up knowing it was the best position for her tits. Both me and the the man continued our conversation each about 2 feet from my wife, just looking across her chest as to pretend to be looking at eachother. Her tits glowed from the sun. The glisten of the tanning butter on her dark chocolaty nipples made them look like candy. We watched and talked as she shook a fly off her hand, making her tits jiggle like jello!!

After a few minutes of this very subtle yet erotic moment, the guy decides that he is going to take off his shorts because “he doesnt want my wife to feel uncomfortable being the only one naked”. We both laughed becuase we didnt think he was serious. Sure enough he did as he said, and now we see why! As he slides down his shorts, his penis bounces out as the elastic of the shorts clear the tip of his semi erect cock! My wifes eyes were glued to the sight,we both gasped. I had to comment to break the ice. WOW I said.. we all laughed.

He then sits back down and asks if he can use our spray tan lotion. My wife leans over and hands it to him. He sprays a few on his chest and legs … then his cock. he hands the bottle back to my wife and rubs the lotion in, stroking his cock a few times as to rub the lotion in. We both were quiet and watched as he did it… It was like in slow motion.

I said as a joke be carefull with that thing.. as it quickly grew to its full length.. standing straight up. He said to my wife, “go a head give it a couple tugs” … mywife looked at me and said “Im sure!!” in half insulted half giggly way. I knew deep down she wanted to beacuse she couldnt keep her eyes off of it. I said ” go ahead honey” “Its not gonna bite”.. “just a few strokes wont kill anybody”!!! She gave me a strange smirk and leans ovr to her left and strokes him with her right hand. I was soo turned on , already hard, I rubbed my cock though my shorts almost coming dowm my leg.

She stroked away as to be going for the gold. What I thought was to be just a quick couple of tugs, turned out to be this lucky bastards day!!! he leaned back looked up to the sky, rolled his head back and lets out this loud progressive moan as he shot this massive load all over his chest….almost clearly up to his shoulders. It was amazing……. She then leans over and say “ok come on your turn” as in lets get this over with… she reaches in my shorts jerks on it like four times and I explode….. We all lay back on the sand in silence… me and the guy just totally drained.

I am attractive, but I am not a model. I think I need to get in the best shape of my life and model and then still I won’t be enough. Plus I will get older every year and there are always new young models coming out for men to look at and love and want more than me. I want to die. Thinking about it makes me cry and feel so bad about myself. Why does that have to matter to men so much? I wish I was good enough for a man so he would fall in love with me.

Are all guys obsessed with looking up new girls photos and videos? I don’t look for guys to drool over very often at all. I want a real man.

I am thinking of stripping and being extremely strict with my diet and exercise. I don’t know what to do to feel better about myself. I feel I will never be as good as hot models my boyfriend (and probably all men) really wants. What can I do?

There were a lot of thongs & g-strings in there, but one pair stood out (a very skimpy black lace thong with tie’s at the side). I knew there & then that i just had to sniff them. I sat on the toilet seat and took out my long hard cock & put the gusset of the panties near my nose. The smell of her wet gusset from her moist pussy & the fact that her fanny lips with white discharge on was rubbing where my nose was, was just a massive turn on. I wanked so fast and hard that i shot my load all over another pair of her knickers inside the gusset.

I cleaned myself up and put both pairs of panties back into the basket & went downstairs. Now evertime i see her face, i know that i have come in a pair of her panties, if only it was her pussy.

I personally think we need to stop but we always go back to the same routine and I know for a fact that we both picture it in our heads. I even pictured us naked and in each others arms, calling each other a whore and bitch.

We started dancing VERY dirty, catching the attention of most of the club. Her hands were all over me up my shirt and shit. I was like “Im in there”, yeah RIIIIGHT! After all that I tried to get the digits and she was like “I have a boyfriend” I was like “I have a girlfriend, we have something in common. I dont wanna take you from him.” She says “I’m here just to have fun, thats all.” Now I’m pissed not because she didn’t want to give me her number but I felt like she was being a cock tease. I didn’t show my anger so I put on a fake smile and when it was time for me to leave I told her it was nice meeting her and when I hugged her I smudged CHEWING GUM in her hair. I made sure it was nice and high so that she couldn’t cut it. AH HA.

She got dressed and we left. On the ride home she was absolutely giddy but never even mentioned what she had just done. That was 3 years ago and we’ve been back many times though she’s never been with that many men again. We always have fun whether its just me and her or its 4 to 6 guys, me and her. Now its just part of our sex life. We go “play” once or twice a month, sometimes more sometimes less. Sometimes we just watch the movie and go home to “finish” and sometimes she plays with other men. We’ve even played with other couples and she’s discovered women can be fun too!

I can’t believe how our sex life has changed and we’ve never been happier.

She asked me what I wanted now so I explained how I would like her to be totally nude in front of a stranger. She wasn’t too sure about this, or how we would go about it. Mostly it seemed like she was concerned about safety reasons. I finally figured out that I would order some food from a nearby cafe and she could lay on the bed and pretend she was asleep. She still wasn’t too sure about this idea, and never did agree to do it, but while I was calling for delivery she knew she didn’t have a choice. At that point I was determined to show her nude body to someone and this seemed the least threatening way for her to do it.

The wait was terrible for both of us. I was anxious to make this happen and she was nervous about it happening. I was dressed and she was naked as we waited for the delivery man’s arrival. The front desk called and told us the delivery man was on the way up so she quickly got into bed, under the covers. When she had settled in, with her left arm across her eyes, I pulled back the covers to expose her nude body. She gave a little jerk as I pulled her knees open a bit to expose her pussy but didn’t move when the knock came on the door.

The delivery guy was young, maybe still in college, and as I opened the door I motioned for him to be quiet that Kiran was sleeping. He tried to peek around me, but I stepped aside and walked across the room to get money for him. He was quite surprised and looked like he wanted to say something. Again I motioned for him to be quiet and gave him the money. As soon as the door closed Kiran opened her eyes and sat up. She asked if I was satisfied, to which I replied, for now. I wanted to jump on her right then but she told me she was too hungry so I had to wait. I figured it was the least I could do since I’d just displayed her nude body to a stranger. Later that night she had me explain what had happened, what the guy looked like and what was his expression when he saw her. She finally said that it wasn’t so bad as long as she didn’t have to look at them and would do it again if I needed her to.

The easiest way for her to get used to being nude, and being seen was to get in my Datsun pick up and go for a ride. Since the vehicle was higher off the ground than most cars, and she is short, she felt reasonably comfortable and hidden sitting in it without her clothes. Whenever I would say “let’s go for a ride” she knew that she needed to show up in something that could easily be taken off, and not to wear any underwear. Most of the time I waited until we were out of the city, on the open highway, before I asked her to take off her clothes and this time was no different. She pulled off her top and shorts and handed them to me so I could put them out of her reach so she wouldn’t be tempted to grab them and try to cover up. We’d been driving for about 30 minutes enjoying the sunny day when we came upon an area of construction. All traffic was slowed to one lane, taking turns to drive through as a bridge was being repaired. Even though we were moving slowly it didn’t seem to be much of a problem but just as we got to the front of the line the “flagman” turned his sign around from SLOW to STOP. I don’t know if he suspected he might see something, or if he just got lucky but his timing was perfect because as we stopped he stood at the front bumper staring into the cab.

Kiran was starting to get nervous about this guy and reached up to lock the door. Although plenty of truck drivers and others had seen her nude body before as we’d ride around she usually would choose to ignore them unless they honked, or I asked her to acknowledge them in some way. But this guy was closer and slowly walking up to her door. He walked right up to the window and looked in at her nude body. By now he was only a few inches away from her and was staring so hard that he could have been counting her pubic hair. Kiran was getting nervous and started to blush quite a bit. She turned so red that even her breasts started to turn pink. This guy was something else, dirty, with a big belly and from what little I could hear was talking very vulgar language to himself describing her body and what he was seeing. I was beginning to think that he would press up against the glass and drool but just about then I noticed the traffic was finished from the other direction. Since it was now our turn to drive through I quickly reached over and tweaked her left nipple which immediately went into a hard little point. Then I honked the horn at him and took off across the bridge.

After we cleared the area we talked about the event and about how this was the first time somebody had seen nude body at such close range. She said it was humiliating and degrading to have him study every part of her body and stare at her pussy so long. Evidently she was able to hear much more of what he’d said about her body to himself than I had. She ended by saying what a creepy looking guy he was and if it would have been a nicer looking guy, she wouldn’t have minded as much as she did. I really thought that things were going great now, I?d finally exposed my wife?s nude body to people without any barriers or distance between them. She seemed to be resigned to the fact that I was going to do my best to parade her around naked when ever I got the chance, and had expressed a willingness to try it out to make me happy. I was ready for this next big jump in showing her off. Because I was so much looking forward to showing her off, and she?d accepted the idea, that?s what made these next 2 1/2 years all the more frustrating. Nothing I tried seemed to work out. Even when she willingly went along with my ideas something always seemed to get in the way of my plans.

The next real attempt was in a movie theater. As usual I had convinced her to go without a bra, and since she was wearing a shirt with buttons it would be easy to open her shirt to expose her tits once we were settled and the movie had started. We went to kind of an out of the way theater, and since she didn’t want any kids to see her, went to an A-rated movie. It was quite empty, and soon after it started I began to unbutton her shirt. She wouldn’t let me go to fast, but after about 30 minutes I had all the buttons undone, her shirt wide open and began to rub her bare breasts.

Although she has hard nipples, they get even stiffer with some pulling and tweaking, so I did my best to bring them to nice hard points. Everything seemed to be going great so I eased her shirt open and finally had both breasts out in the open. She didn’t seem to mind, and since the movie was terrible, was enjoying the attention I was giving her nipples. There was another couple not too far from us, and it seemed like he was trying to look over our way but his wife kept directing him toward the screen and her. If only somebody would walk in, or out, then they would have a nice view of Kiran’s tits. To my disappointment the movie ended and she quickly buttoned up as the lights came on. All the way home she told me that she’d done her part, and couldn’t help it if nobody saw her. Just because she was willing didn’t help my attitude much.

During this same time of frustration I began to share some of the nude photos I had taken of her with others. I showed them to some of the guys at work that she didn’t know. I found that at least this way I could get some satisfaction that a few people were seeing her nude body. One day she found a couple of the letters that were written to me by some of the men that had received the nude photos of her. In the letters they described how much they enjoyed the photos and what they would like to do with her body. They talked about how they had jacked off looking at her photos while they thought about having sex with her. She told me that I was ‘prostituting her’ by selling her body to these men for sex while they enjoyed the photos of her nude body. During one of these discussions I finally agreed with her, but suggested that maybe we should try it out for real instead. That pretty much ended the argument as she realized that maybe I wouldn’t actually mind doing that. It was just a few days later that she said it didn?t matter any more, and I could do as I wanted with the photos. I was smart enough to let it drop with that comment. One evening as we were sitting on the couch watching TV, and since it was nice and warm the front door was wide open to let in some fresh air through the screen door. I had it all arranged for a couple of guys from work to drop by that night. I had told them that maybe they’d get to see something special, but that was about all they knew. They hadn’t ever been over to the house before, so Kiran didn’t know them. They also were a couple of the guys that had seen her nude photos so they were very interested in meeting her. I had hoped that more than that would happen this night.

Anyhow it was about 9:30 and we’d been watching a movie while I played with her tits and rubbed her pussy. She was getting quite cozy, comfortable, and turned on by then. She was wearing a little slutty outfit that was really sheer lace in the back, but covered up the “essentials” on the front side with little strips of pink satin, of course I had unbuttoned it to play with her tits. When the knock came on the door came I simply said ?come in? and in walked a couple of guys that she didn’t know. Since the front door was between where we were on the couch, and the safety of running to the bedroom all she could do was quickly button up and try not to be too embarrassed. She didn’t want to get up because then she’d show her “almost” bare ass to them, so she put a pillow in her lap and stayed on the corner of the couch trying not to blush too much. I jumped up and offered them something to drink and asked them to sit down, which they did right across from Kiran. I could tell that they were somewhat surprised and embarrassed but also very curious. Kiran was also embarrassed by this as it was the first time strangers had seen her up close dressed in such sheer lingerie. She decided to stay sitting on the couch, under the pillow, as it almost covered her up. I think it helped that we’d already been playing on the couch as she was quite relaxed and a bit turned on by the time they arrived.

Anyhow, after I’d brought them all a drink we all sat down and chatted a little bit while watching TV like nothing was out of the ordinary. Kiran didn’t know these guys at all, which I think helped things a little bit. After about 15-20 minutes I offered them another drink and grabbing Kiran by the hand basically said “let’s go get it.” when we walked to the kitchen they had a nice view of her sheer lace covered ass. I could tell she was getting upset, because she usually doesn’t say much during those times. While we were in the kitchen I rubbed her body some and asked if I could “show her off” to them a little bit. She responded with “you’re already doing that aren’t you?” I took that as an agreement to go ahead, and began telling her how sexy she looked and how much I appreciated what she was going to do for me.

We got them something to drink; went back in the living room, and after we were sitting back on the couch a few minutes I took her pillow away from her and tossed it on the floor. By now they’d been in the house almost an hour so I decided that it was now or never and I began to unbutton her top. She was sitting beside me, so it was easy to undo the three buttons. I left it like that for awhile, so she was showing the inner curve of each breast in the open part, and the satin strips had moved aside so her nipples were visible through the lace. Eventually I opened it up to show them her titties. One of the guys was getting embarrassed, but it looked like both of them were getting turned on as I rubbed her tits and pulled on her nipples. Her tits were completely exposed now to two men she didn’t know that were sitting jut a few feet away in our own living room. By now she’d resigned herself to whatever was going on, and as she often does she just shuts her eyes and tilts her head back to let me do whatever I want. I kept on rubbing her tits and pulling her nipples and even though she felt uncomfortable about being exposed her nipples still got quite hard. After a few more minutes I thought that I might as well try my luck so I reached under her and slid her panties off. I really didn?t think that she would let me do that, but she must have decided to let me have whatever I wanted, as she quietly just lifted her hips off the couch. Now she was sitting completely nude, totally exposed, just a few feet from a couple of strange men. I tried to play with her pussy a little but she didn’t want to spread her legs right away. After a few more minutes I did manage to open them up a little bit and get a couple fingers in her cunt. I rubbed her clit for a while and fingered her cunt while they watched intently. Since she had her eyes tightly closed she couldn’t really tell what was happening in the room. But they were eagerly trying to see all they could. I think they would have jumped across the room, and jumped on her, if I would have waved them over. But I didn’t want to press my luck any farther than I already had so after a few more minutes I told them it was time to leave.

Kiran was pretty quiet after they left, but not mad enough to keep me from fucking her. As we talked about it she agreed that she hadn’t said no to anything that I had asked or done, but then she added that she didn’t think it would matter if she had. She finally told me that had she thought I was going to make her ?have sex? with them so that had made her more uncomfortable. Once again I told her how beautiful she looked, thanked her for her willingness to make me happy, and remarked about how happy she?d made these two guys also. Just so she wouldn’t think that this would be the end of our showing off I asked her how soon she’d be willing to try it again, but she didn’t really answer. The idea was so strong about the possibility that she’d have gone through with fucking them if I would have asked that I couldn’t get it out of my mind. It was at that point if life that I decided I really wanted to see getting fucked by another man. I knew it would be a while for it to work out, but I was sure it would happen sometime.

It wasn’t too long after this ‘home show’ that I got another chance to show her off in public, it was after we had gone out for dinner and a concert. When she was getting dressed I was watching and as I often do altered her choices somewhat. She was putting on a jacket that was like a suit jacket, she usually wears a blouse under it, but sometimes not, it’s held closed by just two buttons. This time I asked – her to go without the blouse, and bra also. She gave me “that look” but did what I wanted anyhow and put the jacket on over her bare breasts. All through dinner the waiter kept trying to look down the front of her jacket. She didn’t seem to notice that he was always standing above her filling her water glass or whatever. I’m sure hoping that he got a good look at her tits. After the concert we went out for a couple of drinks at a rather quiet, darkened disco. This time we were sitting in a booth, and she was on the inside. While we were waiting I reached over and undid one of the buttons of her jacket. I don’t think she realized what I had done as I was also squeezing and rubbing her a little at the same time. This opened up her jacket even more, and when the waiter brought our drinks I know he could see her tits because I could also. Since she was sitting down the jacket was bunched up, and popped open down to the one button that was holding her jacket together, and that was well below her nipple level! This time she caught him looking and when she looked down he quickly looked away. She blushed and quickly closed herself up. She gave me one of those what do you want now looks and in a sarcastic tone asked me if I wanted her to ‘take off the jacket.’ I answered her in the same way that she could at least unbutton it for awhile, and to my shock she actually did.

It was pretty dark in there, and we were sitting so we didn’t face most of the bar, so she wouldn’t really be directly exposed to anyone, unless the waiter came back.. She leaned her head back against the booth and as she often does at these times just closes her eyes and ignores the situation. Doing this was my go ahead signal so I pushed her jacket open so that her tits were completely exposed. Since she was on the inside, I was shielding her from other men’s view as I rubbed her tits and pulled them for a little while. She looked like she had gone to sleep so left her exposed like that and sat back and had the rest of my drink. By then a few people had noticed, and one guy had even moved closer so he could see her better. When the waiter came back, and he asked if we wanted something more, I could feel her twitch, but she didn’t open her eyes, or move to cover herself. I think she often believes that if she doesn’t see them they don’t exist. I asked for another round and when he left she opened her eyes and gave me a look that questioned if that was enough. She could see him coming back with the drinks so closed her eyes again and just stayed still. After he left she opened her eyes long enough to grab her drink and down it, normally she doesn’t drink much, but was nervous. She said she wanted to go, so I left some cash on the table and she pulled her jacket together as we got up to leave. She acted quite upset by it all, especially when a couple of men gave her applause as she walked by. The whole time we were in there couldn’t have been more that 15-20 minutes; and to my surprise she hadn’t buttoned her jacket when we left, but only held it together. She let it fall open when we got into the car and leaned back into the seat with her tits still exposed during the drive home. Maybe it was the combination of a couple drinks and the exposure but she seemed to be quite excited at the moment. I believe that she actually gets turned on by showing off but would never admit it as that would be improper behavior.

The next night we discussed what had happened and how we felt about it all. She hinted that it wasn’t too bad, I actually believe that she enjoyed it since she was starting to get close to 40 and liked to be found attractive, particularly by younger men. She once again expressed the discomfort she felt by being exposed in public, and worried about what could happen as a result. I reassured her that I could take care of that problem and could easily set up another private home viewing as Both of the guys, Ravi and Vishwas, had been asking for a repeat performance almost daily since that first night. It got so bad that I had to threaten to fire them, they work for me, if they didn’t shut up. Even though it had been many weeks since our ‘home show’ hardly a day went by that they didn’t make some kind of remark about it. Finally one day when they were whining I called Kiran and handed the phone to Ravi to talk to her. He started to fumble and could hardly talk. He said something like ‘thanks for letting us come over, and can we come and see you again?’ He was so flustered I could hear her laughing over the phone. Vishwas then took the phone and much clearer told her how he wanted to see her nude body and how he’d been thinking about her almost everyday since then. That surprised me since he’s married and has a good looking wife. I took the phone back and after little bit said goodbye to Kiran and told them I’d try to set something up.

I’m a older guy in my 30′s and can’t stop dreaming about those tight little preteens, I see them everywhere, the mall, walking around, in the stores, when I see one I can’t stop looking at there soft round assess, and perk tits, mmmm I’m hard just thinking about sticking my big dick in a tight young preteen pussy and watching her suck my dick, man that would be so nice. so again if anyone have any idea’s as to go about picking up a underage preteen or have any story of fucking a preteen I would love to here about. please help me and if there are any preteens reading this hit me up and well talk and meet and fuck. don’t worry no one will ever know. can’t wait reply soon….

The first time I really noticed my Mother as a “woman” and not as my Mom, was when I was only thirteen and Mom was twenty nine. I had been getting spontaneous erections for the past year and a half, but I wasn’t about to embarrass myself by telling anybody about them, especially my Mother.

One night we were getting ready for bed. I had already undressed, turned off the light and got in bed. Mom usually went into the bathroom, closed the door, took a shower and changed into a long t-shirt for bed. This time she did not close the door completely when she went in. I looked across the bed and saw that I could see her in the mirror. She took her dress and slip off and laid them down on the side of the tub. She stood there looking at herself in the mirror, running her hand up and down on her stomach. She took both hands and lifted her breasts in her brassiere, kind of “fluffing” them. That was when I noticed I was getting an erection and it was a big one.

Up until that moment in my young life she had always been just “Mom”. Mom looked hot. She wasn’t overweight like most of my friend’s moms. She was hot. She was around 5’ 6” and I would guess, and maybe 110 lbs. I was about to look away when she reached behind her to take off her bra. I felt funny watching but I could not take my eyes off of her. Once her bra was off she dropped it on top of her dress and then reached down and took off her panties. I had never seen pubic hair before, at least not that much of it and not in person. I didn’t think my friend Jimmy’s Playboy magazine should count.

Mom’s pubic hair was dark blond and formed a very large, thick bushy triangle. I pulled my eyes away and looked back up to her breasts. They were just a bit on the small side but she had very large nipples. My erection was not only big, it was getting downright painful, so I slipped off my briefs and kicked them down to the foot of the bed. I knew I was staring at my own naked mother and should stop before she turned and caught me. Mom then reached over, closed the door and started the shower she took each night before bed. When she was finished she came back into the bedroom wearing her night t-shirt over her panties and got into bed. My cock was still hard with the memory of how she looked naked, and I was in lust!

Even at my age I knew that most sons didn’t sleep in the same bed with their mothers. You see, it started right after my dad died. I was just six. We had to move from the house we rented to a small one bedroom apartment. Mom had the bedroom and I slept on the sofa in the front room. I was so sad with dad gone that I would wake up crying at night. After a couple of nights of this Mom had me come in and sleep with her. That helped and after a few days the crying stopped. For whatever reason, year after year, we just never changed and I continued to sleep with my Mom. In fact, for several years, starting at that time, I would periodically climb between her legs and up on top of Mom and fall asleep on her.

Now, as I lay there with that erection, the more I thought about seeing Mom naked in the bathroom, the more I wanted that closeness of lying on top of her. I did not know much about sex at the time and didn’t realize it was my too-hard dick thinking for me. I turned over and put one arm across mom’s body. At first she thought I was just going to kiss her goodnight. But I continued turning over. I put one knee between hers and she automatically spread her legs apart for me.

Mom put one hand on my shoulder to stop me, asking, “What are you doing Bobby”?

I continued moving over on top of her, “Mom, I just felt the need to be close to you. You know, like we used to do after Dad died when I was little”.

By that point I was on top of her with both of my legs between hers. As I positioned myself between my Mother’s legs she sighed and spread her legs a little bit more for me and lifted her knees up along my thighs and then dropped them down towards the bed with her knees splayed out. That was something she had not done before. Usually I just laid there with my legs on top of hers. This was much more comfortable. I liked it. My hard cock liked it too!

Mom seemed a little bit alarmed. “Honey, you are really too old for this”.

Pleading in my “little boy” voice I replied, “Oh, please Mommy? We havn’t done this in a long time. I don’t see you much any more and I just wanted to be close to you”.

“Well okay, for a little while. Then we should get some sleep. I have a long day tomorrow”.

“It sure feels good, Mom”, I whispered to her.

“Yes, Son, it sure does. It sure does feel good”, she sighed, and wrapped her arms around me.

I laid my head on her shoulder. I could feel one of her nipples getting harder against my neck. I squirmed around like I was trying to get comfortable on her just so I could feel it better. And that had the effect of making my cock even harder. I tried to relax to make it go away before my Mother noticed but it was too late. I could feel the head of my cock pushing up between Mom’s legs against the loose crotch of her panties. I thought if I don’t move maybe she won’t know.

My problem was that Mom was not as new to this as I was. As I pushed up against her I could feel her try to move away from me. “Mom, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. It just got hard. I saw you all naked in the bathroom and you looked so good that you made me get all hard”.

But the feeling was so electric I could not help myself. I began moving my hips against her, thrusting quickly, ernestly driving the head of my cock against her crotch right at her pussy. It only took a few seconds for my thirteen year old overly-excited sperm-filled balls to erupt all over her panties.

“Oh Mom, I’m so sorry. It just came out of me. I couldn’t stop it”. I was so upset at it I was starting to cry. Remember, I was only a thirteen year old boy at the time.

Mom had her arms around me and hugged me tighter. “Don’t worry Bobby. It was my fault for letting you see me completely naked when I undressed in front of you and gave you an erection”.

I could feel her panties and the bed below us was wet with my sperm, “But I think I made a mess on you”.

Mom just patted my head and said, “You certainly did, Son, you most certainly did. But it’s nothing to worry about. It’s the most natural thing for a healthy young teenage boy to do”.

Since she didn’t yell at me, reproach me, or push me away, I felt a bit encouraged. My cock was still hard so I pushed it against the vertical indentation of her panty-covered crotch again and held it there.

Mom took me by the shoulders saying, “Bobby, it was an accident and enough is enough. I think you should get off your Mother now”, and turned on her side so I fell back to my side of the bed.

“Mom, you’re not mad at me are you, for what I did”?

“No, Honey, I’m not mad at you. Just a little surprised that’s all. I know boys your age start getting uncontrolable sexual feelings like that, and I’m a little flattered that I was the cause of it, but we probably shouldn’t do that again”.

Mom lay back on her back and a little squeal escaped her lips. With a slight smile she said, “You’re just like your father. You left a big wet spot of semen on my side of the bed for me to sleep in”.

I scooted over farther on my side, “Here, move this way”.

As Mom moved to my side of the bed, she turned over so her back was to me. I moved up against her in the “spoon” position. Having my cock pressed up against my Mother’s ass felt so good and I really wanted to do something to make it feel even better, but I figured I’d better not press my luck. So I just put my arm around her so my hand was on her stomach just above the waistband of her panties. She put her hand over mine and we both drifted off to sleep.

The entire next day I kept thinking about what happened the previous night and those pesky spontaneous erections kept popping up repeatedly all day. In English class I had to stay in my seat for a few minutes after the end of class, pretending to write some notes, because I was too hard to get up and walk to my next class.

The next night I made sure I was in bed before mom came in. I pulled down my underwear and kicked them to the foot of the bed like I done before. I didn’t want them coming between me and my Mother. I was hoping she would leave the door open again, but no such luck. Mom went into the bathroom, closed the door, took her shower and then came to bed. After our goodnights and a quick kiss on the check she went to sleep. I had a more difficult time waiting for my cock to go down.

The following night I thought I would give it one last try. I made sure I was in bed first. My briefs were kicked down to the foot of the bed and my cock was hard. I was ready. When Mom came in she was humming a little as she walked slowly to the bathroom door. She closed it but it didn,t quite latch. I could hear her humming to herself and brushing her hair. Then she must have brushed against the door because it opened several inches. Mom was again standing in front of the mirror completely naked. She “fluffed” up both of her slightly sagging itty-bitty titties, turning first one way then the other while she looked at herself in the mirror. She slowly caressed herself all over, even slipping her hand down to her thick bush of pubic hair several times. It was quite a “show” and I loved it. She seemed to take a much longer time than normal doing this before she took her shower and then came into the bedroom.

When my Mother got into bed I was undecided as to what to do. I wanted to get on top of her again and get between her legs but I was sure that if I asked she would say no. Then my hard cock made up my mind for me! I just turned over and quickly moved on top of her without saying anything. As I moved my legs between hers she spread them like she had the two nights before. Only this time, my Mother spread them even wider with her knees up higher. As I got comfortable on her I could feel my erection already pushing against her panties. I was right where I wanted to be: On top of my sexy Mother, between her spread open legs, and my raging hard cock right up against her cunt!

Mom put her arms around me and gave me a hug and said teasingly, “It’s nice to have a teenage Son who finds his Mother desirable, but you really should say ‘please’ first”.

“Please, Mom”? Then another thought hit me. “Do you think you could take off your panties? Please”?

“No. I don’t think that would be a good idea right now. I havn’t been on The Pill in years. You might accidently push your hard penis right up inside of me and ejaculate in there, and get me pregnant with your child”.

“Ah, gee, Mom…”, I started to whine in my “little boy” voice.

She cut my whining off with, “Now Bobby, you like being on top of Mommy and you like being between her legs, don’t you”?

“Sure, Mom! There’s no other place I’d rather be!”, I assured her.

“Well, then, that’s settled. We’ll just take care of your little ‘problem’ the same way we did the other night”.

I didn’t move as I lay there between my Mother’s legs with my hard cock against her crotch. I was disappointed and I sighed to let her know about it.

She tousled my hair a little bit, then with a little smile in her voice said, “OK, cowboy! You’re in the saddle now, so start humping your Mother!”

As I began moving my hips against Mom, she sighed a little and began gently rubbing my back. Then, with me rhythmically humping her, she moved both of her hands down to my clenching ass. When she reached my ass cheeks she cupped them in her hands, got a firm grip on them, and then pulled me up tightly against her. I could feel the head of my cock push against her panties. Her panties were really wet by then, so as I pushed I could feel the head of my cock sinking in a bit. So close! It was like something was grabbing just the head.

I know a man is supposed to last longer for a women but this was all so new to me. I could not hold it any more. As my hips began to buck and fuck frantically against her, Mom lifted me up a bit and then pulled me higher so my cock was laying on her stomach when I exploded on her. I just kept humping against her bare belly as spurt after spurt after spurt of sperm kept shooting out of my throbbing cock. Then she rolled over on her side and I cuddled up against her back.

When I woke up in the middle of the night we were still in that position except my cock was painfully hard again and it was trapped between my mother’s upper thighs and up against the crotch of her panties. I slowly gave her a couple of short little cock thrusts and it felt good, so I gave her a few more. I was afraid that I might wake her up and that she’d get mad, so I stopped. She was still breathing slowly with a slight snoring sound, so I started slowly humping her crotch again. I didn’t last very long this time either. I felt that familiar tingle and my balls tightened up as I was humping my Mom and then I exploded. I tried to pull back so as not to leave another mess, but I was way too slow. I spermed the front of my mother’s panties, I spermed her entire crotch area and upper thighs, and thoroughly soaked her backside as well before my incestuous orgasm subsided. She stirred a little bit and whispered something real quiet.

I think my mother said, “Thank you”.

And that became our routine. Not every night, mind you, but most of the nights. Sometimes Mom would say she was tired and needed to go to sleep, and I’d lie there with the most disappointed hard-on in the whole world. Mostly, she would go through her entire night-time shower “routine” with the bathroom door opened just enough so that I wouldn’t miss a thing. Then she’d come to bed and have me climb up “in the saddle whenever you’re ready” as she called it. At 13, I was ready at any time, every time, all the time!

After a couple of months (and a couple of gallons of my expended sperm), summer arrived. We didn’t have much in the way of AC and it could get pretty hot in apartment. One hot night when my Mother came “bouncing” out of the bathroom after her “routine”, she wasn’t wearing her t-shirt!

“It’s just too hot for that old t-shirt tonight”, she explained.

I couldn’t help but stare at my Mother’s tits. With hope in my heart (and my groin), “And your panties, too?” I suggested.

“Sorry, Sport. This’ll have to do for now”.

I was sure that Mom was doing that for me. When I got on top of her, instead of putting my head on her shoulder as I usually did, I held myself up on my arms and looked at her breasts. I moved my head down and ran a tongue around one nipple. When I did that Mom let loose a long pent-up sigh and moved her hands to my ass and pulled my hard cock up against her panty crotch. I then went from one breast to the other and back again. Mom had a death grip on my ass and kept rhythmically pulling me tight against her, then rocking me back away and to her again. This resulted in my cock pushing the crotch of her panties in and out of the entrance to her hairy cunt.

My Mother’s cunt and panties were very wet at this point and I could clearly smell her sex which got me even hotter. As my Mother continued “helping” me hump her, I could feel the head of my cock pushing the wet crotch of her panties even deeper into her, giving her hairy cunt a nice big wedgie. By now I was able to last much longer than I used to and we typically did this to each other for around thirty minutes and this was no exception. My balls had grown to be about twice as big as when we first started, so when the inevitible happened, I shot twice as much sperm, twice as far as I did those first few times. I’m proud to say that I shot my incestuous seed all the way up to Mom’s face and in her hair, but most of it landed on her tits and belly. After shooting my big load of sperm all over her, I collapsed on her, and after laying on her for a few minutes to catch my breath, I rolled onto my side of the bed. I then watched Mom take a finger and trace it through my sperm on her stomach like she was finger-painting. And then she surprised my by putting her cum-covered fingers in her mouth, sucking on them, and making a quiet “mmm-mmm” sound.

My Mother and I got closer as we continued this new routine over the next few months but I was getting more and more frustrated. I wanted to be IN my Mother not just ON her. I wanted to be INSIDE of Mom’s cunt and not just butting up against her panties.

My Mother was obviously enjoying having me on top of her and humping her like crazy, so what was the problem? If she loves having my cock on her, wouldn’t she love having it INSIDE of her even more? Was she doing this deliberately to frustrate me? She must be. She knows what this does to a guy. She just lets me dry-fuck her when she knows that we should be doing a LOT more.

After another week of panty-frustration I finally thought of a plan. It seemed very simple and should work. It is what she would want me to do. My Mother wants it and needs it, but she is just saying “no” because I’m her son. It’s up to me to help her say, “Yes!”.

The next day I went to the store and bought a back of razors. That night when Mom came to bed I could tell that she was in the mood for it, because I could smell the scent of her sex eminating from between her legs. I didn’t move to get on top of her as usual, because that wasn’t part of my plan.
After a few minutes she reached over to encourage me to mount her. I just sighed and replied, “I’m not in the mood right now”.

“Are you sure Honey”?, she asked, with what seemed to be a little disappoinment in her voice.

“Yes, maybe after while”. Sometimes we would wake up in the middle of the night and I’d get “In The Saddle” then go at it.

OK, Son. Whenever you’re ready, you just let me know”.

“I will, Mom. I sure will!”

I laid there feigning sleep until I was sure Mom was asleep. Then I opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out one of the razors I had bought. With it being summer, we just had a sheet on us so it was easy to move it aside so I could see her panties. I pulled one side out from her hip and used the razor to slice through it. She didn’t stir. Leaning over I reached the other side, pulled it out and sliced through it also.

By the time I put the razor away I was rock hard. I turned over and began rubbing my hand over her nipples. Then I reached down and rubbed my Mother’s cunt like I’d seen her do during her bathroom “shower time” shows. She was already wet and wide open down there. After only a few finger strokes Mom began a low moan. I used two, then three fingers to finger-fuck her cunt so that it was sopping wet and as wide open as I could get it. As she began to stir awake I reached for her hands and pulled them up over her head. It would not do for her to find her panties in tatters at this point.

Mom kept her eyes closed but moved her torso up off the bed to meet my hands rubbing her breasts. “I see Mommy’s little man is in a better mood now” she whispered sleepily. “Climb in the saddle, cowboy”.

That’s right where I intended to be, IN the saddle, not just “on” it!

As I moved over to get on top of my Mother, she spread her legs wide for me just like she always did. Good! I put one hand on her hip to disguise the moment I grabbed the cut flap of her panties and then dropped it down on the bed between her legs. I had a clear view of her thick dense pubic hair and the wide-open, swollen lips of her juicy cunt. Oh God! I could actually see my Mother’s cunt up close! I didn’t get to look at her cunt very long because Mom was pulling me to get on top of her. So far so good!

She had moved her legs nice and wide and pulled her knees up to her usual position. My cock was fully erect and just an inch away, poised to plunge into her. She doesn’t suspect a thing! I reached up for her hands. With one of her hands in each of mine I stretched my arms out until I had her spread-eagled on the bed. I could feel her lifting her hips up trying to find my cock. My Mother wants me! Mom wants my cock! I moved my cock closer until the head was touching her wet, fully wide-open pussy. This time the was nothing there to keep my cock from fully entering her! Mom took a deep breath and lay back on the bed. She knew I was finally not teasing her anymore and was finally going to mount her. Was I!

I knew this is what my Mother really wanted. She wanted me to mount her. She wanted her Son’s cock! She wanted me deep in her. I put my head down and looked down between our bodies. I could see my cock pointed right at her wide-open, hairy wet pussy. With a deep breath I thrust forward.

My cock slid halfway into my Mother’s unprotected cunt on the first stroke!

Mom gasped and held her breath. Did she know that my cock was in her? With that I pulled back an inch or so and thrust all the way back in again. I was as deep as I could go into her. I pulled back a little and shoved my cock all the way back into her again and held myself tight against her with the head of my cock wedged against her cervix! I was in Heaven!

Mom found her voice, “Bobby, Stop! What are you doing? Are you trying to fuck me?

I answered Mom’s questions by pounding her cervix with five hard, rapid-fire thrusts.

“Bobby! Stop that! Get your penis out of me! Stop it! You’re fucking your Mother!

Mom KNEW my cock was in her! YES!!!

“How did you get your cock in me and where’s my panties? Oh God, my Son is fucking me! My Son is fucking me!!!”

Hearing my Mother say, “My Son Is fucking me”, caused me to start rapidly moving my cock in and out of her cunt. By now she was frantic and desparately trying to dislodge me. I let go of her hands and wrapped my arms around her and under her body squeezing her to me and continued fucking her. At that point I don’t even think I heard what she was saying because I was fucking my Mother so hard that the bedsprings were screaming.

As I pounded my cock in and out of my Mom, I heard her voice but not the words. I just kept fiercely thrusting into Mom’s hairy wet cunt just as fast and as hard as I could. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was going to stop me from finally fucking my own Mother.

Mom moved her hands down until they were on my back, almost in a caressing way. I continued my mindless fucking of my Mother’s cunt!

In an unconvincing voice she pleaded, “Please Bobby. I’m your Mother. You have to stop”.

I just kept fucking her. She then wrapped her arms around my back hugging me and in a low, moaning voice, I heard her say, “Oh Bobby. Please, Bobby”.

Did that mean “please stop” or “please fuck me”?

Without missing a beat I kept pounding my 13 year old manhood into my Mom. Fucking her. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Mindlessly fucking my own Mother with an animal passion I didn’t know I had. After a few minutes I could feel Mom’s pelvis tilting and pushing back against me on each thrust. My Mother was now forcefully fucking me back, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her breathing had gotten very ragged when I heard her let loose with a little cry. She hugged me very tightly and then squeezed her thighs against my hips. I turned to look at her face and she had a look that was almost a grimace on it.

As she jammed her hips against me and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist she shouted, “Oh Bobby! Fuck me! Fuck me Son! Fuck your mother! Fuck me harder! Mommy’s going to cum!”

With that she let out a long low cry that quickly turned into an obscenity-laced scream that drowned out the sound of the tortured bedsprings and I could feel her pussy fiercely squeezing my cock with a pulsating beat. The feeling of being buried to the hilt in her and her pussy grabbing me was it for me and I began cumming in her. I was ejaculating in my mother’s cunt like a machinegun on steroids! As each powerful stream of my incestuous seed shot out of me, I pulled slightly back and then slammed deep into her. Injecting my potent baby-making sperm directly into her unprotected and fertile womb!!!

My plan worked! I got what I wanted and gave my Mother what she needed!

Once we were finished we laid there with our arms wrapped around each other trying to catch our breath.

Mom finally let go with, “Wow! If I had known my own Son could fuck that good, I wouldn’t have waited so damn long”.

With my half-hard cock still buried inside of her, I gave my Mother a little peck on the cheek and said, “Thank you, Mom. Thank you for making me a man”!

She giggled a little, then murmered, “Well, I guess that officially makes you the Man Of The House”!

Proud of my victory, I gave her herd right nipple a good squeeze and a sharp twist and grunted, “That’s right, and don’t you ever forget it”!!!

I rolled off Mom to my side and she turned and came with me. Just in time I reached down with my hand searching the bed for the remnants of her panties. Once I found them I reached up to the top of the bed and dropped them over the mattress. I stretched out my arm and pushed it under Mom’s head. She laid her head on my shoulder and one hand on my chest.

Mom just laid there with her eyes closed. After a while she softly asked, “What happened to my panties”?

“Are you sure you wore them to bed”?

“I think so. I always wear them to bed now”.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I did not rip them off you”. Well, it is the truth.

Mom didn’t say anything more. She moved her hand around my stomach in a caressing motion and on one downward pass bumped into my cock as it was responding to the touch.

Mom wrapped her hand around my cock, “What do we have here, Mr. Man-Of-The-House? Didn’t you get enough”?

“I can never get enough of you Mom. You know that”.

Mom responded to the compliment by giving my now-hard cock a squeeze and lifted her left leg up onto my thigh. I took my right arm and reached around her back and with both hands pulled her up onto me. She still had me in her hand and was rubbing me against her sloppy wet pussy. I thought she was really wet until I remembered I had just deposited all that sperm in her.

Thinking of our future together I said, “One more thing, Mom. As the Man Of The House, I’m telling you, NO MORE PANTIES!”

She raised her hand up and saluted me and laughingly replied, “Yes SIR! I swear that I will never, ever wear panties again for as long as I live!”

Mom let go with her hand and pushed her body down so I slid right into her again. “You have been on top of me for way too long. Now it’s my turn to get in the saddle”.

And my Mother was right………….

FOCKER OUT!!