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Hot Massage For A Hot Mom (Extended)

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My name is David and I am 14 years old and I live alone with my 30 year old Mom.  My Dad accidentally got my Mom pregnant so they decided to get married. From what my Mom tells me my Dad was a loving and proud father but he passed away in when I was 3 years old leaving my Mother as my sole parent.  She did the best she could but her job as an elementary school teacher didn’t provide much for us.  We made due though, we bought a one bedroom rancher out in the country, it was small but we liked to think of it as cozy.  What my Mom couldn’t provide for me in material possessions, she made up for with her love.  She never went out at night to parties or clubs since the day I was born because she didn’t want to leave me

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alone at the house.

 Just like her interior, her exterior was beautiful as well.  Although she had the personality of a nun, she had the looks of a porn star!  My Mom was RIDICULOUSLY good looking.  She was a woman straight out of a horny teenager’s wet dream.  My Mom was about 5’8” 135 lbs. She had voluptuous natural blonde hair, flawless slightly tanned white skin, sharp facial features, big innocent blue eyes, sleek neck, natural 36DD breasts that were as perky as A cups on a 17 year old, a skinny toned stomach and long sexy legs.  But her god like ass was by far her best feature.  By looking at it you would guess that my mom was 100% Latina. It was big but toned as well, you could squeeze it nicely but it could also stand its ground.  To add to her natural features, she was a fitness freak.  Every day after work she would jog 5 miles to the gym, work out her abs, legs and ass for a couple hours and then would jog another 5 miles until she reached home.  All of this exercise kept her in impeccable condition.

The nice thing about my Mom being a teacher was that we both got summer vacation and this allowed us to spend all of summer together.   Although I have always thought of my mother as beautiful, only this past summer had I begun to develop a sexual interest in her.  Maybe it was because she was home all of the time or maybe it was because I had just entered that age.  Either way, my desire to have sex with her was growing with each long hot summer day. 

When my Mom went to the gym one day, I developed a plan to maybe get a little closer to my Mom.  As I mentioned before we only had one bedroom, but my Mom bought two small beds so we wouldn’t be “sleeping together”.  So I went to the bedroom and broke the bed by jumping on it and snipping some of the wires that supported it.  Now I would have to sleep with my mom!  She came home very tired as she always did.

“hey mom I accidentally broke my bed.” I said

“How did you do that sweetie?”

“I don’t know I just lied on it and it snapped.” I lied

“oh that’s alright, it was a really old bed anyways, are you alright though honey?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Well we don’t have the money to replace it at the moment so I guess we are gonna have to  be bunk buddies.” She said looking kind of ashamed.

“That’s fine with me Mom, and don’t worry about replacing it, we can use the money on something more important.”

She cheered up “oh thank you Davie you are so understanding.”

“No problem Mom, by the way, you look really tired do you want me to give you a massage?”

“Wow that would be great honey, just let me take a shower, I don’t want to be all sweaty for you.”

I went to the bedroom, sat on the now only bed and turned on the TV.  I turned it on really for no reason, the only vision I could see was me and my Mom sleeping together after the hot massage I was about to give her.  I became instantly hard.  A little while later my mom came in wearing a bathrobe.  She looked stunning. 

“Just lie down on the bed mom; I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Oh you are so sweet for doing this, Thank you it means a lot.” She said as she lied down on the bed with her back facing me.

“No problem Mom, it’s the least I could do.”

I got on top of her and slipped her robe beneath her shoulders.  To my delight there were no bra straps!! My mom was completely naked under her robe!! I slid it down a little more than gently started rubbing her shoulders and back.

“oh that feels good baby.” She said dreamily

  After a few minutes I slipped her robe down to her waist and started stroking the small of her slender back.  I could see the sides of her big round breasts squished against the bed.  I wanted to grab them so badly.  I put my arms around her and started stroking her sleek stomach.  I slid my hand further and further up her stomach until the side of my hands was touching her breasts.   She sat up abruptly.

“Thank you sweetie but that’s enough for today, I’m going to go get changed and ready for bed.” She quickly got up and left the room.

“DAMN IT” I thought to myself “You had to get greedy David.”

She came in a few minutes later in a t shirt and sweat pants and we went to bed.  I didn’t dare try sneaking in any inappropriate touches after I had almost been caught.  We went to bed with our backs towards each other.  I stayed awake for hours, after all how could I sleep when there was a sex goddess sleeping 2 feet next to me!  When I knew my Mom was asleep I worked up my courage.  I turned my body around so it was facing my Mom’s backside.  I slowly reached out and slid her sweat pants down a little. 

“DAMN” I thought to myself as she was wearing big granny panties.  I tried sliding them down but they were stuck to her butt.  I gave it another effort and jolted the down.  To my relief my Mom was still peacefully sleeping.  Cautiously I gently poked one of her sexy ass cheeks with my finger to see if my Mom would notice.  I did this a few times before I worked up the courage to start squeezing her big sexy ass globes.  I was so hard.  My cock started thinking for me as it persuaded me to squeeze harder and harder.  This made my Mom groan.  I gasped as I noticed her hands start to move.  I didn’t move my hands from her ass, I pretended to be asleep, and maybe she would think it was an accident.  To my surprise she pulled her tight underwear over my hands, then pulled her sweatpants over them and then she went back to sleep.  Wow she must have been in those half awake half asleep modes and must have only noticed that her ass was uncovered.  I counted my blessings and then went back to work on my Mom’s god like ass.  I squeezed her globes even more vividly.  Then I split her ass cheeks apart and stroked my finger down the crease of her ass.  I slowly made my way up to her anus and I slowly circled it with my finger. 

“MMMMMMmmm” she moaned loudly but she started to stir.

I panicked and quickly pulled my hands and lied down. She sat up and said

“David was that you?”

I didn’t answer as I pretended I was asleep.

“Did I imagine that?” she asked herself “damn I really need to be fucked” then she went back to sleep this time she was facing me.

These words coming from my Mom’s mouth was so shocking to me.  I never heard her swear or talk about sex before.  It made me so horny.  When I was sure she was asleep I slid my arms under her shirt and went straight to her big boobs only to find out that this time she was indeed wearing a bra.  I was bolder now; hearing her say those words sent me into frenzy.  I slid my hands to my mom’s back and searched for the bra hook.  I found it and quickly unclipped it.  I slid it off and threw it to the side of the bed.  Then I started squeezing her bare breasts.  I was in ecstasy.  My Mom woke again.  This time I had no chance to get my hands out of there, but I closed my eyes and pretended to quietly snore.

“hmm, poor kid must be having a wet dream about some girl he likes.  I don’t wanna embarrass him, I’ll just pretend like I was asleep the whole time.”

She went to sleep with her back facing me; she left my hands on her breasts and continued to let me squeeze them. 

The next morning I woke up and found a note on the fridge. It read

“hey honey I gotta go to school to help close the school for summer vacation, after I’m going to go to the gym like always, there’s pizza in the fridge.  I’ll be home around 8 love Mom.”

I ran through the events of last night, it was the greatest night of my life.  The best thing wasn’t how I got to touch my Mom wherever I wanted; it was that she didn’t stop me.  Either she was just really trusting, or deep down she wanted it too.  I wanted to test my theory.  When she got home I would convince her to let me give her a long full body massage and see if I could get her hot. 

I spent the rest of the day watching tv, eating and doing some chores but all I could think of was having sex with my Mom.  I didn’t want to masturbate because I wanted to save it in case my Mom was down for sex.  The day went agonizingly slow as I was counting down the hours before my Mom came home.  The door finally opened at about 8:30 as my Mom came home. 

“Mom you’ve had a really long day let me give you a massage.” I said before realizing that this sounded really desperate.

“Uhmm okay honey.” She said, much more cautiously than yesterday

I tried calming myself down a bit but then this slipped out “Mom you don’t have to wear anything, just come into the room naked it would be easier for me to operate.”

“David that is inappropriate.” She said in a very stern voice “I’m starting to think that you are getting a little too excited about this massage business, forget the massage I will be fine.”

“NO, no please Mom, let me give you a massage.” I said desperately before I finally gathered myself “sorry I just thought that it might be more comfortable for you.  Wear whatever you want but I feel like I should massage you because you do so much for me, I owe it to you.”

This softened her up “okay honey, I’m gonna grab a shower I will be right there.”

After about 15 minutes she entered the room with her robe on.  I wanted to ask her if she had underwear on underneath but I quickly thought better of it. 

“Ok lie down Mom, I am going to give you a long massage, I need to do your legs too because you run so much, I don’t want you getting cramps.”

“Uhm ok, but your not allowed to go any higher than my quads.” She said sternly

She lied down and I once again rolled her robe down to her waist.

“Fuck” I whispered to myself as I her wearing a very conservative bra.

I massaged her shoulders for a while to get her relaxed before I asked

“Mom your bra is really getting in the way do you mind if unhook the straps?”

“Sure honey.” She said in a dream like way, my massage was really lowering her defenses.  I unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor.  This brought her back to her senses and she asked

“Why did you take it all off I thought only the straps were getting in your way?”

“Uhmm, I don’t know what I was thinking mom, but let’s just leave it there I don’t really feel like getting up to get it right now.”

She didn’t say anything, I took this as a yea and continued.  Now I started massaging her feet and slowly working my way up.  I rapidly moved past her calves, slid her robe up and promptly started massaging her toned upper leg.  I took her robe off completely now and tossed it aside.  She once again said nothing.  This time she wasn’t wearing her granny underwear, she was wearing a sexy little black thong that was almost entirely sunk in her beautiful ass.  I couldn’t help myself I started heavily massaging her baby-smooth ass cheeks. 

“No not there honey.” She said dreamily, not in the stern tone as before.

I listened to her; I moved up her body once again and started stroking the small of her back.  This made her purr.  I took my shirt off and pressed my athletic body gently on top of hers.  I waved my nose through her voluptuous hair and  I moved my lips down and started softly kissing her neck.  She purred again.  We both now knew that this was no longer a massage.  I kissed her down her back until I got to her ass.  I kissed each cheek then went fishing for her thong string.  I corralled it with my mouth and tore it off.  I started licking her anal, she moaned just like she did the night before.  This time she knew that she wasn’t imagining it.

“Oh david. Keep Going.” She moaned.

I left her ass and went back to kissing her neck.  She turned around and I started kissing her throat and worked my way up to her lips.  After softly kissing her lips she opened them and we started passionately kissing.  While kissing her I started circling her beautiful nipples with my fingers making them even harder.  I moved my mouth on to her right nipple and I moved my hand down to her wet pussy and starting slowly fingering it.  With my other hand I found her ass hole and circled it gently.  I knew that this would get any woman wet.  My Mom was no exception.  She moaned

“ohhhh Davie, Daaaaavieeee.”

I freed my hand momentarily to slip my pants off to expose my nice 7 inch cock. 

“Oh yes fuck me david, I haven’t been fucked in sooo long.” She moaned

Hearing my Mom say this sent me into a lustful frenzy, but then a thought occurred.

“But Mom we don’t have any condoms.”

“DAVID FUCK ME!!” she screamed “I have some morning after pills that I will tomorrow.  SO FUCK ME PLEEEEAAASE!!”

She didn’t have to tell me twice I started slowly pumping my dick in and out of her pussy.  It was so tight and warm, this must be how being on ecstasy feels like.  I moved my mouth from her breast to her mouth and we once again started passionately making out.  I continued to circle her anus with one of my hands and I started squeezing her left breast with my other. 

“oooooooooooh that feels so gooooood!”

I started to fuck her faster and faster until I pushed her over the top.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH DAVIE.” She screamed as her juices flowed freely from her vagina. “even your father never made me cum like that.” She said as she lied down beside me.  She noticed my erect penis.

“OHHH I’m sorry honey, I didn’t wait for you.  Well I know how to make up for it, get up.”

I did as I was told and got up, my 7 inch dick was still hard.  She bent got down on her knees in front of me.  I knew what was coming and boy was I ecstatic.  She kissed the head of my dick with her lips and started enveloping my penis into her mouth.  I looked at her beautiful blue eyes which were looking up at me.  They had changed from wholesome and innocent to sexy and lustful; she wanted my body as much as I wanted hers.  Oh it felt so good, her warm mouth on my penis.  I only wish it lasted longer.  I soon blew up in my mom’s mouth.

“Shit sorry Mom”

“mmhh no problem honey.” She said as she gladly swallowed all of my cum.

“That didn’t last long did it.” She said

“I think I still owe you.”  She got down in front of me on all fours.   “Whenever you’re ready Sweetheart.”

I had to take some time to recover but the sight right in front of me sure did speed things up.  I was looking directly at my Mom’s ass which she was trying her best to push out as far as possible. Looking at her god like ass in this position made me almost instantly hard again.  My Mom looked so hot on all fours that I had to admire her beauty in awe before I could fuck her.  But fuck her I did.  I moved my hard dick into her pussy.  This time felt even better than before because her luscious ass cheeks were cushioning my every blow to her pussy.  I slid my hands down to her stomach and slid them up to her breasts.  I grabbed them hard for leverage.  My Mom winced in pain.  This wasn’t as pleasure filled as the first position for her but she felt like she owed me for making her cum.  I took the favor gladly.  I pounded her faster and faster, her breasts were rocking like crazy.  But they weren’t going anywhere because I was gripping them so tightly.  They were so big and soft and malleable, I couldn’t believe that they were so naturally perky.  I fucked her for much longer than the first time, it seemed like forever before I finally exploded in her pussy, but boy did I ever cum.  My mom collapsed and I fell right on top of her.

“ohhhh your amazing honey.” She whispered, she was clearly tired.

“thanks mom, so does this mean we can do this every night.”

“oh baby, all night and all day.  Who needs the gym when you can get workouts like this right at home.”

We both laughed

“Mom, then you are going to need A LOT more morning after pills eh”

We laughed again

“yeahhh” she said dreamily

And before I knew it my dick was slowly sliding into her pussy again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part 2

“OHHHHHHHHH Baaaabby.  IM ABOUUUTT TOOO CUUUUUM.” My Mom screamed as I was pumping my 7 inch dick into her tight pussy.

“Hold on Mom, wait for me.” I told her

After about a minute more of fucking we both exploded, our juices were everywhere.  We couldn’t care less about the mess; we peacefully lied down on the bed.

“We are getting pretty good at this double orgasm thing eh David?”

“haha, well we should be getting good Mom, we’ve been fucking all summer.” I said as I calmly stroked her big supple breasts. 

“Yeah I guess your right baby, and to think on that fateful day 2 months ago I was almost not going to let you massage me, that would have been the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Well things have a way of working out for the best.”

She smiled “Ready to go again?” she asked as she got on top of me.

“Am I ever!” I said as I watched her start hopping up and down on my cock with her pussy.

 

Over the summer my Mom and I had been fucking like rabbits.  We fucked in every which way possible, we would watch porn on the internet and try imitating the various ways that porn stars fucked.  We did everything including oral sex, hand jobs, finger fucking, fucking doggy style, anal, tittie fucks, 69 and fucking in the shower.  We must have had sex on nearly every square foot of our house!  Mine and my Mom’s stamina had increased a lot over the summer; we could fuck for as long as it took for the other to cum.  Also my recovery time had decreased as well, I would unleash my load in her and within a short matter of time I would be ready to go at it again.  You would think that after so much sex it would start to get dull but each time we would fuck would be better than the last!  We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.  There would be no point of even getting dressed in the morning because soon we would just be shedding off our clothes to make love.  We got used to walking around naked all the time and fucking whenever we wanted.

However sadly this time was coming to a close because there was only a week left of summer vacation, soon I would have to go back to school and my Mom would have to go back to teaching.  I don’t know how I could survive being away from my Mom for 7 hours, away from her sleek stomach and long smooth legs, away from those big beautiful supple breasts, away from that luscious god like ass, away from that warm tight  pussy, away from those beautiful blue eyes that screamed “fuck me.”  The thought of going 7 hours without having sex with my Mom made me cringe.  It made her cringe too.  She was addicted to my cock like a junkie to crack.  She even applied for a job at my school in the hopes that she could teach my class, but she was rejected because she didn’t have enough experience. 

 

I woke up one morning and my Mom was fully dressed in a short skirt and white blouse.

“Mom why are you dressed?”  I asked

“Oh honey there is only a week left until school, I know we did your back to school shopping but I need some new clothes too.” She said.

“Oh ok, can I come too?” I asked

“I don’t know David, we will be too tempted to have sex, I know its fine in our house, but a Mother and Son fucking seems wrong to other people.”

“Don’t worry, I will be on my best behavior. I promise.”

“Ok, get dressed then, hurry I want to beat the rush.”

 

I got dressed and we left the house and went to Macy’s so my Mom could get some new clothes.  We walked in and went to the ladies section.

“Help me pick out some clothes sweetie.”

“Ok, I will make sure you look hot and sexy for those kindergartners.”

She laughed “haha fine, it’s not like they will care.”

I went to the blouse section and picked out 5 or 6 blouses that would look very hot on my Mom.  I picked a few sizes smaller than what my Mom wears so it would look extra sexy.  The thought of my Mom in these clothes made me hard.  I turned around and quickly walked towards my Mom.  She was looking for some new skirts.  I didn’t care that we were in a public place, I wanted my Mom.  I walked up to her and put my hand up her skirt, like usual she wasn’t wearing any panties so I started fingering her pussy.

“David Stop!” she said sternly “Behave yourself; we can fuck all you want when we get home.”

“I can’t Mom, I’m hard and I can’t get it down.”

There weren’t many people in the store since it was early but my hand up my Mom’s skirt had caught the attention of a couple of middle aged women who were looking awkwardly.  My Mom pulled my hand from her pussy.

“Ok, go to the dressing room and I will meet you there in a few minutes.” She said

I walked very fast to the dressing room and sat down on the bench, my dick was throbbing.  After what seemed like an eternity my Mom walked in.  She took off her blouse revealing her magnificent 36DD breasts.  She threw her blouse on the floor and got on her knees. 

“Damn it David!  Can’t you control yourself?  Those ladies that saw us probably think we are freaks.  Now take out your dick and I’ll give it a quick suck.”

“Sorry Mom.” I said as I took out my rock hard cock.

She put her warm lips around it and starting bobbing her head up and down.

“Ohhh baby.” I said.

“Excuse me is somebody in there.” I heard a voice outside.

My Mom was still on my cock so I answered “Yes, it’s occupied.”

“Oh sorry young man, well I guess this isn’t yours then, I will go hang it up.” He picked up my Mom’s blouse which had managed to slide outside the stall and left!

My Mom was about to tell him it was hers before she remembered that only I was supposed to be in here. 

“Fuck.” She said “Now I am going to have to walk out there with my boobs hanging out for everyone to see.”

I was angrier at the guy for causing my Mom to stop sucking my dick than anything else.

“David, we are right by the bra section, grab me any bra and bring it back in here.” My Mom instructed.

“But Mom I can’t go out there like this, my dick is harder than ever.”

“Oh for fucks sakes.” She said

She quickly went back to sucking my dick in order to get me to cum. 

“Wow this is taking a long time.” She said “Okay I’ll give you a tittie fuck that always gets you oozing.”

She put her big soft tits around my dick and started stroking my shaft with them.  She was right, this was getting the job done much faster. 

“Ohhh, I’m about to cuummm MOM!”

“No not on my tits, cum in my mouth!!”

Too late I exploded my gunk all over my Mom’s boobs. 

“Okay Mom I will get you a bra.”

I pulled my pants back on and ran to the bra section.  Nobody was there so I took my time.  Instead of searching for a 36DD bra which was my Mom’s size, I looked for a small A cup bra with thin white material.  I don’t know why but the thought of my hot Mom so scantily clad in public really turned me on.  I found a small white push up A cup bra with a really thin cloth and I brought it back to my Mom.  She out it on

“This was all you found? I can barely get the hooks attached.” She said. 

She finally got it on, wow what I sight this was.  This small push up bra was on the verge of exploding.  It barely came up to her nipples, in fact you could see the upper half of her nipples, and since it was so thing, you could see my Mom’s cum covered breasts. 

“I am not going to stand in line looking like this, on our way out I’m going to grab the blouses you picked out and the skirts I picked and we will make a run for it.” She said.

We left the dressing room, I went to where the blouses were and I quickly picked up the pile I had selected earlier and I rushed to my Mom. 

“Damn they are gone!” she said “Whatever, I’m just going to take a handful of new ones” she grabbed 6 or 7 skirts.  Unfortunately for her the store was beginning to get more crowded.  All the men in the store were simply gawking at my Mom’s marvelous chest, I couldn’t blame them her breasts looked beautiful.  Mothers were shielding their children’s eyes, and they themselves looked at my Mom with a look of disgust but also envy.  My mom realized that a crowd of people were looking at her, she blushed. 

“Fuck let’s get out of here David.” As she grabbed the clothes, took my hand and started to dash for the door.  This was too much for her poor bra to take; it quickly tore and fell, leaving my Mom’s cum covered boobs exposed for all to see.  Now there wasn’t just a crowd of people looking, the whole freaking store was.  My Mom was running with all of her might, this was causing her breasts to bounce all over the place.  We finally reached the doors, left the store, entered the car and started driving.

“Wow Mom thanks to your boobs, I think the guards were too stunned to chase after us.” I laughed

“This isn’t a laughing matter David, do you have any idea how embarrassed I was.  However everyone seeing my breasts was pretty exhilarating.  It did get me pretty hot.  I put my finger in her pussy.

“Yeah your right Mom, your pussy is really wet.”

We got home and my Mom inspected the clothes that we took from the store.

She laughed

“David, these blouses are way too small, and these skirts I snatched barely cover my butt.”

“haha well I guess we can’t return them Mom.”

“Guess not.” She laughed “oh well, I’m just teaching kindergartners, they wouldn’t even know what to do with it.”

“Mom I was thinking, since we only have a few days left let’s make them count.”

“Oh definitely honey, let’s get started right now.” She said as she took off her skirt and led me into the bedroom where we have fucked so many times before.

Over the next few days all we did was make love, we occasionally got out of bed to eat and go to the bathroom but we tried to keep distractions from sex at a minimum.  After we made love for the last time, we went to sleep.  It was the eve before the school year started. 

“Ring, Ring.” The phone rang.  I looked at the time it was only 4:00 am!  My Mom groaned and got up to answer it.

“Hello.”

“Oh hey.”

“REALLY!”

“Oh no, no problem I would LOVE too.”

“Thank you very much.” She said as she hung up the phone. 

“Who was it Mom?” I asked

“It was your school!” she answered enthusiastically.

“My school? What did they want?”

“They said that your teacher decided to retire at the last moment, and they decided to give me the job!!!  I am going to be your teacher!!!”

“MOM THAT’S GREAT!!!!”

 

 

I was so excited that I couldn’t go back to sleep, my sexy ass mom would be my new teacher!!! School would be just as good as home now!!! I counted down the minutes until 7:00 and I excitedly woke my Mom up.  We got up and took a shower together like we usually do.  I scrubbed her breasts and ass clean while she scrubbed my cock.  Usually these showers turn into more than just showers but today we couldn’t risk being late.  I got out and put on a set of jeans and a nice t shirt.  My Mom put on a matching blouse and skirt that we bought at the store.  This is when I remembered that for kindergartners, a scantily clad sexy woman barely gets noticed, but with horny 8th graders it would be much different.

I looked at her and my jaws dropped.  She was wearing a white blouse that didn’t even cover her belly button.  Her massive breasts were too much for it to cover fully, it covered her nipples but about half of each breast was clearly visible, and the other half was somewhat visible too because her breasts were presses against the thin cloth so tightly, her nipple were extremely easy to detect.  Then there was her short white skirt which barely covered her ass.  Also it was so small that it clung to her luscious ass cheeks, they looked so juicy I wanted to start fucking her from behind right now.  

“Mom are you comfortable wearing that in front of 8th graders?” I asked

“Hell yes I am honey, that day at the store really turned me on, and that will be nothing compared to seeing the looks on the faces of all the horny boys in your class.  Oh I’m so excited!”

We walked out the door, got into the car and started driving to school as mom and son, teacher and student.

 

Sorry not a lot of sex in this part.  Don’t worry though the school parts gonna be HOT.  I haven’t written it yet.  Write down stuff you want to see happen in the next part.  I’m open to suggestions and I will try to incorporate them into the story.  Thank You for reading.

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I had really started to grow now and I was developing a bust and was quit tall, I had been getting wolf whistles as I walked to school from passing work men and I liked the attention, I particularly enjoyed Peter and Jacks little games, although I was not to sure about Jack, and he was quit a bit older than me, never the less I recognised the stirring in my knickers as my pussy got a little wet walking to the den.

I had been fondling my pussy for quit a while now and I could bring myself to orgasm by rubbing my little pink clit hard as I imagined Peter and Jack making me do naughty things for them! I had also had orgasms while riding my pony bare back, but that is another story!

My pussy was tingling as I pulled up my skirt for Peter, his eyes were on storks, I loved it, I could see his cock was bulging in his pants, I wanted to see it so I asked him to show me it? Peter could not wait to un do his pants and pull them down, he sat there with his very large (I thought) cock sticking up Ok he said pull your knickers down! I did, they had a damp patch in them, hell I thought, Peter had noticed and said don’t worry about that, it’s a good thing! Peter was pulling his fore skin back over his cock as he watched me pull my knickers down, that made me wetter, I could feel the warm juice running from me! Peter reached up with one hand as he stroked his cock with the other, then gently parted my pussy with his finger’s, this I liked, then slid one in there, this I loved, both Peter and Jack had fingered me before many times in my pussy  and Jack ones in my bottom, I didn’t really like that but Jack did, I remember when he made me bend over and as I felt his big rough hands and fingers in me he would pull his fore skin back, this one time though he pushed his finger in my bum hole hard and when I said; no it hurts, his cock spurted all over my bum.

Peter was about to do the same as he rubbed and fingered my wet pussy, and I wanted to see it, I had made both of them pull there cocks and cum as I sat with my legs open and no knickers on ones and it felt good to see them exited! Just as I thought Peter was going to spurt his cum out, the door opened and in came Jack, he made us both jump and he laughed, great he said! Have you made her kiss your cock yet? No Peter replied, well go on then, make her kiss it! I could see that they had been talking about what they would do to me, and I never really liked Jack that much, Cindy Peter wants you to kiss his cock! OK I said, I had often thought about doing some thing like that as I played with myself.

Peter stood up from the couch, I bent down and kissed his eager cock, I liked the taste of it, and I wanted it to spurt cum as I kissed it more! Jack could not wait to get behind me, he lifted my skirt and I could feel his tong lapping at my pussy, it was different though, he licked and sucked and moaned and I could see he was taking his pants down, I liked the feeling though, it was nice, Peter was telling me to keep kissing the end of his cock so I did, Jacks finger was right in my pussy, he had big hands and his finger felt big in there, he was wanking hard now as he slid in and out, then he moved to my bum hole and before I could say NO, he had rammed it in, I yelped and as I did Peter grabbed my head and held it tight! He had always been gentle but this time there was a change, they were both so exited I was a little scared.

Jacks finger was hurting my bum! Stop I said! It hurts, OK he said if you open your legs wider I will not do it, he pulled his finger from my bum, then with my legs apart I felt him get very close, then the pain! I squealed out, Jack had put his cock in my pussy, he was pounding me like the farm dogs did and it hurt, Peter was no help, he to had grabbed my head and was pushing his cock in my mouth, come on Cind, its OK! For who I said, the funny thing was, that I sort of liked it, Jacks cock was huge and hurt, but it felt good to.

Jack had pumped into me about 8 or 9 times then I felt him pull his cock out and then the wet cum on my bottom, as he moved away, Peter stood up grabbed my waist and was into me the same as Jack had dome, Jack held on to me encase I objected, his hands in my bra now and squeezing my little tits hard! It was to late by then! And I liked it to much also, Peter banged into me hard, I could feel him thrusting and banging off my bum, he was moaning and Jack was telling him to give her a good fucking! They were fucking me, and even though they were rough, I enjoyed it, Peter pulled out his cock and wanked it over my bum, I felt his sticky cum mixed with Jacks! I had been fucked now, had proper sex! It all changed from that day!

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It was the day of my 15th birthday and my mom and dad were taking me and my brother and a few friends out for a meal.I was so excited because my brother had come all the way fro univercity just to be with me.

We had a great night out and when we got home mo and dad said that seeing as Ian was home for a week they were going to have a few days away as it was soon their anniversary. I don't mind babysitting katy Ian said we will spend soe tie together before I have to go back.

Mom and dad left early next morning and after breakfast I started up the stairs to have my shower as I passed my brothers roo I could hear his t.v on and decided to nosy at what he was watching but i didn't have time to look at the telly cos

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Ian was on his bed naked with his eyes closed stroking his cock which looked huge and really hard.

I walked over slowly to be nearer him and soon found that between my legs was getting wet I had felt this way before when my boyfriend had touched me down there but we hadn't went any further I had never even seen an erect cock before moving closer I was near enough to touch when Ian opened his eyes he shouted out in embarressment but i said I wasn't going anywhere.

He asked me to sit next to him and I could touch his cock but I couldn't tell anyone because it was wrong so I sat down an put my hand over his cock now rub it up and down slowly and I started to wank my brother soon his hand was reaching down to my pussy and he slowly began to rub it, it felt different from when my boyfriend did iit somehow it seemed different.

I reached down and took the tip of his cock into my mouth he was so astounded he didnt know what to do where did you learn this he asked, I sometimes sneek in when mom and dad are fucking I so want someone to fuck me will you do it Ian please. If you havent done it before it can be painful, I know I heard that !!

Lets go take a shower before we do anything so off we went to the shower and while we were in I stroked his cock and soon he was fingering my pussy bend over he said and when i was bent over the bath I felt his hard cock at my pussy opening his finger was inside my clit the next minute he was thrusting his cock inside me and I cried out in pain sorry he said but it only lasts a minute then you will really enjoy it he thrust in and out me until i felt he was going to explode out my mouth he was so far in.

His cock began to throb and soon I could feel his hot cum spurt up into y pussy after he finished he asked if i was on the pill and I told him no but not to worry. We had sex every day till mom and dad came home and Ian went off back to uni I cried and cried when he went but he told e he would be home every second weekend and we can have sex when ever he's home cant wait  

 

Brie's story pt 3

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Month six

 

One night, during family night, we all had dinner and watched a movie in the family room. I was able to really enjoy it now that my first semester was finally over. We decided I would not go back to school until after the baby was born and I was settled. Mom and dad were on the big couch while I was on the loveseat. We

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were actually watching a slightly old comedy called Joe Dirt. It was one of those movies that was funny because it was so stupid!

 

They were over on their couch teasing each other, making fun, laughing, joking, and tickling each other. It was actually kinda sickening to watch. They were like teenagers. They were like that a lot. It sometimes made me wonder about him and me. He was clearly very happy with his marriage to mom. I don’t always understand where I fit in regarding our ‘sexual’ relationship.

 

When the movie ended mom got up. “Okay. I need to straighten up this mess before we go to bed. I made some pudding. It’s in the fridge. Why don’t you get some and go away so I can clean.”

 

“Are you saying we get in your way?”

 

“Yep. Bye.”

 

Daddy faked a look of heartbreak and slowly walked into the kitchen with his head down. Mom just rolled her eyes and began picking up the loose popcorn on the floor. I followed daddy as he was filling up a cup with chocolate pudding.

 

“What’s your poison?”

 

“I’ll take the vanilla.” I grabbed the cup he had waiting for me and began filling it up. The bowl was cold.

 

“Want to eat it out on the back pouch? It’s nice out.”

 

“Sure honey. I’ll put this back in the refrigerator and meet you out there.”

 

I headed back through the family room. Mom was turning off the DVD player and I opened the door leading outside. I leaned against the rail, stirring the creamy goop and looked out across the long back yard. Dad came out a few minutes later, laughing at some insult mom had given him and settled beside me against the rail, chuckling quietly. Must have been funny as hell.   

 

“You love mom, don’t you?”

 

“Undeniably. She’s my life. I don’t think I could exist without your mother.”

 

I simply stared at him. He had such a content look on his face. A happiness, a radiance that was so pure and so strong. I found myself whispering, softly, ever so softly. I was almost afraid that my words could freeze the very air around us, turning it to hard glass that would shatter, causing our world to fall apart, cutting us to pieces in the process. I have a flair for drama sometimes, but I had to know.

 

“Then, why me?” I asked, ever so softly.

 

He froze and I flinched slightly, expecting, waiting…

 

Then as if someone flipped a switch he resumed swirling his pudding, looking into it deeply as if the answer was somehow hidden inside of it. He didn’t say anything for a long while, but I knew he would answer. I knew he was thinking. He probably never bothered to ask himself why, preferring not to dwell on it, to bring forth guilt.

 

After several minutes and several spoonfuls of pudding he spoke. “I don’t know. It certainly wasn’t planned, at least not at first. It was completely unexpected. It was…the wonder…the magic of you…” He looked at me then and I saw in his eyes the awe, the love, the joy, the…pain.

 

“I never had seen a little girl. I never knew the wonder, the beauty of seeing a little girl slowly blossom and become the exquisiteness of a woman. I watched you grow and develop into what you were meant to be — a woman, a beautiful, desirable woman made for one primary purpose.”

 

I slowly began to understand. Kind of. As he has told it, my father didn’t have a typical childhood. He was raised primarily by men. His mother died giving birth to his sister. Jessie was going to be his first female sibling, but she died too. Grandma and grandpa had seven boys in all, including my father. My father was the youngest of the children. They all lived in the same house, on a farm, believe it or not. All he knew was men. His brothers and father shaped his world. Eventually some of his brothers married and moved away and started their own families, but once they moved he rarely saw them or his cousins, female and male alike. He did see girls, and interacted with them, but not very much.

 

He saw them at school, but at school you studied. The only time you socialized was at recess. He didn’t really understand girls. They were strange to him and being raised by men, my father was actually a very rough type of individual. You know the type — the jock and the sexist. One thing about my father though, he was very smart. Very smart. He liked to learn and any and every bit of knowledge he gained he kept. As a result he received a full academic scholarship to NYU in New York, far away from his little hometown in Kansas. He went there and studied medicine.

 

It was that move that changed daddy. Up until college, and really most of it, women had no place in his world, other than for one purpose—sex. And when it came to sex he’ll be the first to admit he loved women then. Sexually wise, a woman was and is flawless. But, during that time that was the only value he credited them for. That is until he continued his medical education. There were women beside him — few, but there — who were also pursuing careers in medicine, all at various levels and all that required a fair amount of intelligence.

He began to see women in a whole new light, particularly after meeting one in particular whom he considered to be the most brilliant neurologist in existence — Mrs. Pamela Goldstein. Being the smart man that he was, he began to realize he was a sexist and his viewpoints of women were wrong, so he changed. Well, somewhat. There still are some things that come out of his mouth that makes even my mother want to smack him, but for the most part he’s a decent guy.

 

So I guess what my father was saying was: having a little girl, seeing one ‘develop’ for the first time intrigued him?

 

He laughed. “Yes. Intrigue is one word for it and surprisingly I found myself,” he sighed, “aroused by it. I never saw or experienced anything like it. Oh, I know how it happens. I’ve treated women of all ages at hospitals but I never saw it up close and personal on a day to day basis with a girl — woman — that I already loved. So I found myself sexually excited.”

 

I put my empty cup on a table and turned to look back into the house. I could see my mother in the living room, cleaning up the mess daddy and I always seem to leave behind despite our best efforts.

 

“You knew it was wrong.”

 

Even though I wasn’t looking directly at him I saw him move. He leaned lower on the rail, resting his weight on his elbows.

 

“Yes.” He said it as if it were a matter of fact. No denial. Simply fact. I wonder if he even felt guilty, if he ever did or had he simply learned to accept his actions.

 

“And that didn’t bother you?”

 

“Of course it did! You are my baby girl, the idea of hurting you… ”

 

“Then what? What was it that made you continue? God, Dad, have there been others? Are you a pedophile?”  I turned to him, shocked for a moment, that idea never having occurred to me before.

 

“Oh god. I…shit.” He turned away from the yard and like me faced the house window and then he saw mom. “Oh, god!” He turned back toward the yard. “There’s only you. Only you. I never felt that way toward anyone else. It was only you.”

 

I relaxed. I felt a little better.

 

“Because we have love.”

 

“Yes. And…”

 

“And…?”

 

“And I knew you…wanted…it.”

 

He turned to me then, looking me full in the eyes, almost asking me to deny it, but I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. He was right. I did want it. From the moment I was old enough to understand the looks, I wanted it. I may not have been considered old enough to know what I wanted or completely understand the urges that were coursing through my body but I did want it and I did tease him with the new power I quickly learned to master—my femininity. I liked his touches and his attentions. I craved it. I encouraged it.

 

“Yes. I did.” There was a flash of something there — relief. Perhaps some part of him had doubts.

 

“So now that I’m older — now that I’m no longer innocent and ‘developing into what I was made for’ — is it over?”

 

He looked away again, off into the night. The night always seems to offer false hope that the answers we seek are hidden just beyond it. Another thought occurred. “Daddy? Is my baby safe with you?”

 

He laughed, a short, quick bitter laugh. “Yes, baby girl, your daughter will be safe with me, that I promise. The idea of reliving those experiences I had with you doesn’t even appeal to me. To be honest, I don’t think anyone could take your place, like no one could take your mother’s. The feelings I feel for you…”

 

“Damn it, stop being so damn dramatic and complete your sentences! What? What? What feelings, they what?”

 

He laughed and turned to me. “Sorry. Didn’t realize. My feelings for you, my attraction for you, is purely for you, only you. I do know that, even if the rest of it is crazy.”

 

I smiled. I liked that. “Then why? Why haven’t you touched me in so long? You stopped right after I told you I was pregnant. You just — changed.”

 

He sighed again. He looked down at the slight swell in my tummy and reached out his hands. “You are so beautiful like this. Your mother was beautiful too when she was like this, but with you for some reason it’s different. It’s always been different with you. Again, you are changing, growing, become more of what you were made for — a mother. And the idea is driving me crazy, Brie. You have no fucking idea.”

 

His hands pushed harder against my skin and moved, circling my hips, feeling their curves, down, around my ass, squeezing, molding, and pulling my body closer to his. I quickly looked back into the house. Mother was gone, probably in the kitchen. He saw my look and paused, following my lead, but seeing it all clear, he continued, he moved me to him. Our bodies touched, his hardness, and mine — my tummy, but despite that I was still soft, a soft curvy woman.

 

“Daddy? I’ve missed you.”

 

He growled, that deep, sexy growl at the back of his throat and I felt his hardness rise up as he buried his face in my neck. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. Pain. My pussy went straight to pain. That only happens when arousal hit me hard and fast, when my pussy becomes ready for fucking faster than the rest of my body, but it was quickly catching up. My heart began to pound, my nipples harden, my skin began to tingle and waves of desire began coursing through my body uncontrollably.

 

“I want you so bad. More than I ever thought possible. There are times when I look at you now, seeing you like this, watching the curves grow — it’s all I could do from raping you. You are so fucking sexy. My cock is constantly hard. I’m afraid sometimes it’s going to fall off cause he never rests. I need you so much. I need you so much.”

 

He was moving against me, hard, sure, grinding, biting my neck, sucking on my skin, finding my mouth and we kissed. He kept pulling me closer, lifting me so our bodies would fit better, despite the baby. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, opening myself to him. His dick found my panty-covered puss and he began rubbing, up and down, grinding against her, my pussy, making the moisture flood the fabric. Grinding, grinding, up against my clit. Oh, god, I was so horny. I was losing my damn mind. Our tongues clashed. Devouring, sucking, mating. His whole mouth surrounded mine. He invaded my moist cave with such force and desire I thought I would faint. He grabbed the hair on my head and slowly began to pull.

 

“Ah.”

 

I reached one hand back, wrapping around his as he bent me backwards against the rail and forcibly pushed against my clit. Waves of pleasure surrounded me so intensely I was crying. He reached up and carefully unbuttoned my top, revealing my body to him.

 

“They are growing again. You know that, don’t you? I’ve seen them. They are becoming fuller and they will continue to do so and they’ll become harder, and juicier, and filled with milk and when they do. I’ll be ready. I’ll be there.”

 

“Oh Daddy, you can’t. The baby. I have to feed the baby.”

 

“And you will. She’ll get some, but I’ll have the rest. She’ll have formula too; I’ll buy the best. Don’t worry. Your baby will be taken care of, but this…”

 

He pushed my bra aside. My nipples tightened in the cool air. He growled some more. He grabbed on, hard. I whimpered. It hurt. It hurt but…

 

“Good. Yes. The nipple, the nipple.”

 

He cupped my breast in his hand, giving it a cone shape as he twisted my nipple. Playing it like a violin, making me produce pussy cream on demand, like a cow producing milk.

 

“Daddyyyyyyyyyyy.” I wanted to scream, but mom — I couldn’t because of mom. I couldn’t see anything; he kept me bent back, away. I looked up at the stars in the sky and felt so small in comparison to their vastness. I felt tied into existence and the natural order of things. He was right; this was what I was made for. I felt him slowly apply his thumbnail to the tip of my nipple. Sweet agony. An annoying itch I didn’t know how to scratch. God, my pussy. I was so wet, so wet my panties were a mess. I tried humping up against him, but it was no use. There was so much moisture that there was no friction, not the kind I needed and my panties just slid and he just slid, completely unstable. I needed it there at my clit.  And then the nail was gone and my nipple was pounding. It was on fire, that one nipple. My back was beginning to ache. My head hurt from the pressure of his hand. He wouldn’t let up. I gave up trying to do whatever it was I was trying to do and slid my hand down to rest on the arms holding me close. His scent surrounded me as he leaned closer. Hmmmmm. I loved his cologne.

 

I jumped. Moisture. Warm, soft, slimy heat swirled around my nipple. Covering it, sucking it. Daddy. ‘Suck me, Daddy. Suck me. Suck me, Daddy…suck, suck, suck.’ He released my hair and his right hand found my left breast, circling, engulfing it. It felt so good, that warmth. He squeezed slowly, sensually, loving my mounds with smooth solid pressure. I loved the soft sucking sounds. It drove me crazy. Reaching down, I fought against the pressure of our bodies and found my panties. I pulled them down, despite the pressure of his weight against mine. I lowered my leg and let the panties fall naturally to the ground. 

 

He gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the rail, never releasing my nipple as he lashed it with his moist tongue, licking my skin, my curves, squeezing it periodically, licking against the bulges he created.

 

“Hmmmmmmmm,” he moaned. His hot breath bathed my skin.

 

“Daddy. Please.” I was out of my ever-loving, cotton-picking mind. He released my nipple with a pop. I shuddered. It was cold — cold without his heat. I couldn’t take it. I was so close.

 

“Daddy, please,” I begged, but he just stood there, inhaling deeply, trying to breathe, squeezing my breasts over and over, like they were dough. He just loved the feel of their fullness in his hand.

 

“Daddddddddddyyyy,” I said in a gutteral plea. I even scared myself. I began to rock, nearly falling back until he caught me. I wrapped my arms around his neck again for support. He leaned down and took my right breast in his mouth and reclaimed the wet one for his palm. His free hand lowered itself to the heat between my legs.

 

“Yesssssssssss,” I hissed.

 

He found my button, covered it with his fingers and squeezed.

 

“Uhhhhhh,” I grunted, that deep-gutted grunt that made me sound like some huge animal. My world exploded and I was left jerking uncontrollably in his arms.

 

“Uh uh uh uh uh.”

 

My body was no longer mine. I cried. Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I was barely aware of them. I fell against his hard frame, trying to breathe, still making those strange sounds.

 

I felt him move against me. Somewhere along the line he stop sucking on my tit, perhaps when I fell. He was slightly jerking himself, toward me, I felt myself slightly bouncing to his rhythm. Something was hitting me in my stomach repetitively, against the baby. Not hard, but it did make me look down. I rested my forehead on his shoulder and looked between us, still breathing kinda hard.

 

His dick. He had his dick in his hand and he was jerking off between us. His hands were stroking his cock much like in the bedroom and then I heard him bellow a hard breath, like all the air exploded from his lungs and he growled again and then...

 

Splat!

 

I was hit with a wave of cum shooting out of his dick in high spurts, some landing on my tits, most finding my stomach and still he stroked, less intense, but still strong. I heard him groan as if he was in slight pain. Now he was leaning on me just as much as I was leaning on him and still he pumped, even though there were only a few drops finding their way to my thigh. Then he released his cock and his dick fell on my leg, hot, moist and red.

 

He reached behind me and gripped the rail to support himself. If he leaned on me anymore we both would fall over. I looked back up over his shoulder and into the house. I moved closer to him, pressing more of my body against his, forming a sort of loose hug. It was quiet now. I could hear his heartbeat. I turned my head and rested it against his shoulder, staring at nothing in particular. I was at total peace. Not a single thought had entered my head. I just absorbed his warmth.

 

After a few more minutes in each other’s arms he began to pull away. I let him. I sat up on my own and looked at him. He smiled and kissed me on the nose. I watched him readjust and tuck himself away. I sighed and began following his lead, pushing my sore breasts back into their home and buttoning my shirt.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Yes, baby?”

 

“Will you be my Lamaze coach?”

 

He smiled. He reached for my face and slowly kissed my lips. “I’d be honored.” He helped me off the rail and picked up my panty. I tucked half of it in the waist of my skirt, under my shirt. I didn’t feel like putting it back on.

 

“You’re wet.” I looked up and saw him staring at me. My blouse was sticking to me because of the cum and there was a small amount of cum trailing down my thigh that hadn’t dried. I reached for my thigh and began rubbing the white stuff into my skin like lotion (fastest way to get rid of it).  Then catching a particularly thick glob I paused and looked up at him. Our eyes met.

 

I looked back down and lifted my skirt. We watched as I leaned back on the rail and lifted my leg again for a better view. For the first time ever I rubbed his cum into my pussy. We watched as my pussy sucked it up, swallowing it deep. I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.

 

I looked back up and daddy was staring at me. He looked like he wanted to attack. Lust so intense gripped me hard and I felt the tears start again. But he didn’t touch me; instead, he moved further back. I put my leg down and we continued to stare, fighting for control. We both wanted more but knew it wouldn’t be smart. Not now. Not again.

 

“I don’t think I can anyway.”

 

He slowly began to relax. My words gave him the strength to regain composure.

 

“I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed. If I pass her and she asks, I’ll say you made me laugh and I spilled my pudding. Good thing I chose vanilla.”

 

“Good thing.”

 

And just like all the nights that have come before…

 

“Night, Daddy.”

 

“Night, baby girl.”

 

I went into the house and up to my room. Mom was nowhere in sight.

 

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Months seven through eleven

 

The next few months went by extremely fast. We decided to make the guestroom the baby room. Daddy bought these really expensive baby monitors so we could have a receiver in every room of the house if we needed. They were like walkie talkies. The base, or sender would always be with the baby and turns on automatically with any noise, sending the noise to all the receivers throughout the house so we could hear if she starts crying. So, if the baby cried in her room, and mom was in the kitchen and heard her, mom could pick up a receiver, press a button and we would all hear her confirm that she’d look in on Jessica.  Jessica is the name I had chosen, after daddy’s little sister.

 

I also started Lamaze classes.  Daddy was there with me every step of the way. He was also going to be there when I gave birth. He was going to help me raise this child and he’ll probably be the only true father little Jessie will ever know. Not necessarily a bad thing. The holidays came and went. I got a lot of mother-to-be stuff, but some cool stuff, too, for when I started college again, like a new computer and palm pilot. I was happy.

 

I never did run across that cute guy who knocked me up. I guessed that he may have been a mechanic and for a while I did drive around to shops surrounding the area where we met. I even went to the little park were Jessie was conceived. Not a thing. Oh well, I doubt he would have been much help anyway.

 

When the day arrived it was actually a week earlier than predicted by Dr. Pearlmen. At the time, I was eating a tub of ice cream, which rested on the baby, when I first felt a contraction. At first I didn’t know what the hell it was. I figured it was a muscle cramp from sitting in the same position for so long and it took a while before another occurred. But another did occur, as did another, and about two hours after the first contraction my water broke. Both my parents were actually at work. I paged my dad and my mom and my dad got back to me first. I told him my water broke and we started to time the contractions. Soon after mom called and it was decided that mom would come pick me up to take me to the hospital. I had time, the contractions were about 40 minutes or so apart and the hospital where they worked at and I was going to use to deliver wasn’t that far.

 

Fifteen minutes later mom was at the front door and I had my pre-packed delivery bag with me. Dad got hold of Dr. Pearlmen and she said she would meet us at the hospital. When the time came for actual delivery I was scared as hell and in so much pain. I never want to go through anything like that again. I agreed to have a natural birth, but about two hours into labor I was screaming, practically begging, for them to knock me out and cut Jessie out of me, but they didn’t and forty-five minutes later I delivered a healthy beautiful baby girl, seven-and-a-half-pounds.

 

They kept me for about a week. I would have been out sooner, but daddy wanted to make sure I was okay. The most interesting thing I had to get used to with the new baby was the breast-feeding. I expected relief, because having my breasts fill up with milk three or four times a day was actually very painful, and having it taken out was longed for. What I didn’t expect was the desire I felt when that little girl latched on with strength I would have never have expected from one so tiny. By the time I was through with each session I was screaming for the chance to cum. My body was a four-alarm fire, but there was nothing I could do. I had to wait six whole weeks.

 

When I came home my family was wonderful. Daddy and mom each took a week off, first mom and then dad. It was dad who was the most interesting to have with me. Mom had all the little knowledge on baby care that they don’t tell you about in books — the stuff you just learn through trial and error — and she was very helpful and cool in that aspect, but dad… it was almost like when I was younger and he would come in my room to watch me move. He did it again. He loved watching my body. I was nearly the same size I was before I had her, except my hips were a little fuller and my breasts were a lot bigger. I went from a 36D to a 36E-F. I was big before, well not really that big, more like, right for my frame, but now…I was huge. I could tell he liked it.

 

When his week came, he would make me walk around naked in the house. The most I would be allowed to wear was my panties. He would watch me move and watch my breasts move with me. Sometimes he would let me wear my nursing bra, the one where the flaps came down so you can breastfeed the baby, but he wanted the flaps down all the time, which provided me with next to no support, but I didn’t mind too much. I missed his eyes on me. At first he would just watch me feed the baby, his eyes never missing a beat. Sometimes he would ask me to sit in his lap and he would cup my breasts up at just the right angle so the baby would be comfortable as she nursed.

 

What I liked the most was the time when he held me because he would often be naked too, and I would sit on his thighs, with his cock cradled in my ass cheeks and he would rock himself back and forth in my crevice while the baby sucked on my nipples and he sucked on my neck. I was in a constant state of arousal during his week off.

 

It wasn’t until the fourth week that he started filling his promise. I would usually keep the baby with me, right up until I would go to bed. Daddy would start coming in my room after work to visit me and Jessica and watch her feed and when she was finished, we would put her in crib for her nap and daddy would take her place in my arms, sucking on my hard dark tips.

 

There wasn’t much but when he took me in his hands he stimulated me, squeezed me, played with my nipples and the sweet liquid would flow from barely noticeable little holes. He would attach himself on my breasts, moaning and rocking up against my body, heaving over me with his big strong body, licking and biting my nipples, stroking and squeezing my ass, as I would wrap my arms and legs around him and enjoy the pleasure coursing through my body. Sometimes as he fed from me and rocked against me I would slide my fingers down the crack of his ass and find that puckered hole and slip my finger in deep and massage that magic spot I knew he loved so much, me and daddy, sucking and ass fucking. It was almost perfect…almost.

 

*****


 

 

Month twelve

 

It was actually on the same day (a year later) that I had met Jessie’s father and conceived her that I decided to make my move. I was in much the same state that I was back then: happy, free, about to start school again in a week. Life was good. We found a nanny to help me out with the baby, mostly when I had to go to school and such. Mom and dad helped out a lot. Dad actually cut back on his hours and things were going well. I met with Dr. Pearlmen and she declared me healthy. Not needing her services anymore, I went back to my regular family doctor and we finally got me on birth control. Well, actually it has been a year and one day to the day I conceived that I made the move on daddy. He was very busy with his staff evaluations and was up a lot lately writing boring behavioral reports.

 

He was in the dining area and it was late, around one or two in the morning. Mom had long ago gone to bed and I had taken a nap earlier in the day with the baby so I was up and Jessie was out like a light, thank god. He had papers everywhere covering almost every inch of the table. He was hunched over some forms, wearing his reading glasses, which somehow made him look like the grandpa he is. There was a laptop beside him, glowing an eerie bright blue.

 

I decided to go simple and wore a wife beater shirt, a.k.a, a Fruit of the Loom’s men’s white undershirt. On a woman that type of shirt was pretty sexy. It clung to curves and the thin material made it damn near transparent. It was long enough to wrap around the curve of my hips and stop right above my thighs. The house was a nice toasty temperature so I didn’t mind walking around in next-to-nothing. My red painted toes dug into the carpet as I made my way to his side. I leaned against the edge of the dark hard wood and slid onto the top, pushing papers out the way with my behind. Daddy turned toward me and took in my shirt; pausing and peering over his Ben Franklin like glasses.

 

“Hi, Daddy.”

 

His eyes of course were at my breasts. They began to harden beneath the cloth and I felt a bit of moisture leak from the tip as if the contraction pushed it out and it blended with the white fibers, making a small wet spot over the hard bump, which became more defined.

 

“Hey, baby girl. You’re up late.”

 

“I couldn’t sleep.”

 

He looked up from my milk sacks for a moment and looked into my eyes. I smiled. He continued to stare at me as he moved away from the table and leaned back in his chair. Leaning to his right, away from me, he rested his face on his fingers, watching me with a look of speculation. My smile got wider and I slid from the table.  My shirt rose with my movement, gliding further up my thighs reveling my fluffy little bush. His eyes darted down, never missing a beat.  I stepped closer to him and lifted a leg. I straddled his lap, trapping him between my thighs and sank down on his legs, using the table as a backrest. I was already wet. Just before I came down here I had lain on my bed with my hands between my legs, fantasizing, well, more like reminiscing back to the days he would come into my room for our little ‘talks.’

 

He didn’t say anything, just looked at me, with his head resting on his fingers, waiting for what I was going to do next. I lifted my arms and rested my hands directly onto his shoulders. His eyes were so watchful, taking me completely in. I reached up and took off his glasses putting them behind me.

 

“Daddy? It has been over two months.”

 

“I know.”

 

I begin to move. My hips slid back and forth on his pants; over the bulge that developed the moment I entered the room. I rocked against him slowly, seductively, teasingly.

 

“The doctor said I’m okay.”

 

“I know that, too.”

 

He was looking down now. The moisture of my pussy began seeping through his kaki pants. He watched the medium tan color darken dramatically as I rubbed and humped my pussy against him, loving the roughness against my sensitive clit.

 

“Good.” I rose higher, closer. My breasts began to tingle. Wetness was everywhere. My shirt, soaked in milk, clung to my breasts as the tension began to build in my body.

 

“Now lets stop fucking around…”

 

His hands moved and wrapped around my rising ass as I moved over him. I dipped my head, stopping centimeters from his lips.

 

“…and finally start fucking around.”

 

My mouth dove for his. We met and we embraced, kissing, biting, sucking, bonding as my tongue invaded his mouth, taking control, demanding that he meet me and he did. He pulled me closer, hugging me so tight I nearly lost my breath. The shirts between us were becoming wetter from my leaking breasts. He moaned and pushed me back. I watched as he lifted the shirt off my body, sticky wetness everywhere: juice from my pussy, milk from my breasts, and drool from my lips. And still I continued to rock, that slow, intoxicating rock, moving my body against his. He watched me move, mesmerized. His hands reached up and circled my breasts. My nipples pressed up against his palms, seeping slowly. He lightly stroked my skin, sliding with ease as the light reflected off me. I had to concentrate on breathing. Sometimes, I would actually forget how when I was like this — when the arousal was so strong it seemed to reach my core.

 

He leaned forward and nuzzled them; making his face wet as well, until he closed his eyes and he latched on to my breasts and began to suck.

 

I stopped.

 

Everything within me went still. He looked…different. He looked peaceful as he rested against me, sucking from my breasts, pulling on my nipple, rolling it in his mouth as his tongue danced around it, driving me fucking nuts with all the little thrills he was sending through my body, yet still I stopped. He looked like he had come home. My right breast remained in his right palm as he slightly stroked it, preparing it while he sucked on my left. He reminded me of Jessie. His face was innocently content. Well…not that innocent. His cock was still hard beneath me. He almost looked like he was napping and that he was sucking on instinct.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Hmmmm,” he groaned and pulled me closer, sucking hard, his throat moving as he swallowed the milk. “Hmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm,” he moaned as sucking noises filled the air. I watched him drink, my pussy raging on fire. My body began to shake with chills and I continued to hump him, riding his cock through his pants. Then he let me go, licking and kissing my nipple before discarding it. He moved to my other breast. Latching on, his teeth grazed the tight nub. Slight contractions started in my womb and slowly spread a euphoric haze over my body as I came in small waves, still rocking, flooding him with more pussy juice as he sucked.

 

He groaned some more and reached behind me with both hands and wrapped his palms around the cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer against his body. Releasing my nipple briefly he said, “Release me.” Then he clamped back on. I tried to reach down between us, but it was hard. He held me so close. He squeezed and pulled my ass cheeks, opening and closing them, wider and wider, until I felt the pull on my pussy lips as they began to spread and close also, rubbing against my clit, stroking my clit with my own pussy. Pleasure engulfed me, while at the same time that achy little itch nearly drove me mad.

 

He let my breast go and reached back up, squeezing both of them harder. Milk shot out from the tips, directly onto his face, landing on his nose and mouth. He opened his mouth and aimed and caught the remaining milk. I began to regain control and began moving again, against him. He squeezed me, causing milk to splash all over us. What milk he missed he reached down and licked off my skin and rubbed his face in until he began to need something additional.

 

He reached behind me and began to push everything within reach off the table and onto the floor. Finding room, he stood up from his chair and lifted me by my hips and set me on the table. Our bodies pulled free and his dick bounced back against his stomach. He picked up the laptop and gently tossed it in a side chair and pushed off as much paper as he could.

 

“Don’t you need that? What if your papers get mixed up?”

 

“I’ll figure it out.”

 

I looked around behind me, making sure nothing was in the way and then I noticed it. He wasn’t moving. Looking back up I saw him staring at me. He had this soft sweet smile. There was love in his eyes.

 

“I’m not always the best father and I don’t always do or say the right things, but I do love you. Very much.”

 

My heart filled with so much emotion I couldn’t speak. Instead, I pushed back tears, reached up and smoothed out his eyebrows. They were a mess.

 

“Me too.”

 

Then he slightly lifted me up again and sort of threw me back against the table, closer to the center. My ass vibrated in pain from the sudden impact, but I didn’t have time to respond. I was too busy watching my father climb on top of the dining room table and begin crawling his way over my body. He looked like a panther, stalking his prey and he was getting ready to attack.

 

“Daddy?”

 

Heat surrounded my pinky toe as he pulled it in his mouth and sucked it like it was a little clit. ‘Oh Daddy.’ He kissed his way to my knee, licking the underside. It tickled. I laughed. I turned my head to the left and I saw him move over me in the reflection of the large mirror centered on the wall. I saw his dark head dip again and felt the swipe of that tongue as it crawled again on my pussy flesh, moving along my thigh, biting again, licking, sucking little hickeys along my knee…my foot…my toes.

 

I watched him move over me and totally worship my body. He looked so sexy, so in control. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous. My hair was a mess. Dried tear trails lined my face. My lips looked sore and red from our kissing and my biting when I tried not to cry out. My breasts, depleted of milk, no longer stood firm and high but rather began to sink to the side of my body, victims of gravity and my daddy’s feasting. My skin was tight from the dried milk that he hadn’t gotten. Then I looked back and watched him, watched and felt as his tongue bathed my flesh, washing away the excess pussy juice from my thigh, only to be replaced with new, fresh pussy juice, just as heavy, just as salty, slipping down the tunnels of my body, onto the table, which he promptly licked clean.

 

He reached up and cupped that fatty part of my mound, molding it in his palm. Releasing it and dipping low again, he sank his teeth in my puss. Biting hard. I cried out and arched my back. The world went black as I closed my eyes, lost. I knew that by morning I would have teeth-like bruises all over my body. Again he licked away the pain, moving up, floating over me. So hard, so strong, so sure. I opened my eyes again and could see his dick between our bodies, sticking out from the top of his briefs. His pants were trapped around his ankles.

 

He continued his assault, his tongue licking over the curve of my tummy, dipping into my navel and off to the side, leaving me wet in his wake. His tongue softly outlined the tiny stretch marks that developed from the baby. Not many, barely noticeable, but there.  He kissed each mark, showing it love and I watched it all in the mirror. Up and up he moved, up the valley of my chest, licking past the mountains of my breasts, kissing and hugging me. His hands reached up and covered mine, still resting on my nipples, all but forgotten. And he squeezed them close, trapping his face in their cushiony softness.

 

“One of theses day I am going to have to fuck these with my dick.” He moved to the left and kissed a nipple, he moved to the right and did the same. He kissed along my jaw and along my cheekbone. Our faces rested on each other. The room was quiet except for our breathing. His moist breath bathed the side of my face as we rested cheek to cheek. I could no longer see the mirror. His face blocked the image.

 

“Ready?”

 

“Yes, from the moment I was born.”

 

He lifted his hips; the pressure of his face on mine became unbearable as he used me for leverage. Quick jerky moments followed and then suddenly, at my cooling moist center I felt the head of his cock waiting at my entrance.

 

“Spread wider for me.”

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

I opened my thighs, lifting my puss higher and making myself ready to be taken. He was going to do it. He was going to fuck me. ‘In a moment he’s going to push his hips forward, his cock is going to part my folds like Moses parted the Red Sea and juice will leave me, slide down, free from its prison as his cock works its way into my channel, displacing pussy juice. He will slide deeply into my mushy flesh and fuck my cotton-pink insides until they turn a raw, well-used, well-fucked red. I wonder if they make that color lipstick.’

 

Anyway. Never mind. My mind goes weird places sometimes.

 

And then it happened. He slid inside, like butter. No restrictions. He slid inside and I felt every inch of my father’s cock entering my body, filling it, making it whole. He went as deep in as he could go until meeting the back of my pussy, in balls deep. My pussy reshaped itself, forming around him, taking shape, and hugging him. My daddy’s dick was up in my pussy. Deep inside; all up in my shit. His body covered mine completely.  My thighs wrapped around his hips.  His hands moved from my breasts and reached out along my arms until he found my hands. He moved them up, over my head and held them together. I was completely his.

 

I expected him to move and kiss me, but he didn’t. He turned his head more to the wall. His hair was in my face. His head was pressing against my nose. I turned away and then I realized he too saw the mirror. He was watching. My pussy involuntarily tightened around him and he groaned. I turned my head in the opposite direction to the other wall and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to watch. I just wanted to feel.

 

He, on the other hand, couldn’t look away. He watched as his ass contracted and released as he slid his cock in and out of the wet fuck hole that was his daughter. He watched as her thighs gripped him in a death-like embrace almost preventing him from the movements he truly wanted to make. He watched his dick move in and out of her, her lips wrapped around him, fat and juicy as he rammed inside of her repeatedly. It was unreal almost, the image of his dick in his daughter, fucking her. He pushed harder and harder until he heard the slapping sounds of the their flesh when his dick slammed home and his hips beat against her ass. He heard Brie moan and groan and saw her hips attempt to rise up and meet him. He knew she was reaching another climax, so he doubled his efforts.

 

My pussy was on fire. Sweated poured from me as I felt him slam, slam, slam into me. The fit was so tight, his hips felt like they barely moved in between my thighs but they moved, they moved and they fucked me with such force. His body engulfed me completely. His scent was everywhere and he held me down, using my body for his cock to fuck. Slamming against my clit, almost pushing it back against my body as our skins slammed against each other in sharp, stinging little slaps. My clit was so sore and raw I didn’t think I could cum again. I felt numb there, but the sensations — the wanting — the desire was running all through me as I felt him fuck me so hard, so intensely, almost mindlessly. There was no gentleness in how he did it. No emotion, no kissing, no hugging, just fucking as he watched from the mirror, as if he was analyzing the situation, watching his dick molest my achy gaping hole.

 

I was so close. I was so close but I couldn’t get there. I couldn’t find the edge so I jerked under him, bucked almost, pushing my body up against his as he came down, slamming, slamming. He pushed back harder. I cried out in pain, but the pain meant nothing. The pain disappeared. The waves took over, swallowed it, crushing it as I worked harder and harder. I needed to cum. I had to cum. Damn where was it when I wanted it? I lifted my hips, fucking him back, riding the wave that wouldn’t reach its peak. I struggled against his hands. I had to be free. I needed to be free. I fought him. He held on tighter but I needed more.

 

“Daddy, Daddy, please. I need to touch you, I need to move.”

 

He released me. His hands left mine. He stopped fucking me. He lifted himself up, his breathing was fast but still in control. He reached beneath my body and wrapped his hands around my ass and lifted me closer to him. I repeated the movement. I lifted my thighs up higher on his back and that seemed to open up more space than I knew I had and he sunk deeper. He groaned and I cried. My nails bit into his ass and I got ready. His thrusts began again, deeper this time, higher, ‘yes higher that was it.’ It was angled differently. Contact with my clit wasn’t as constant and the little achy button pulsed to the beat of my crazy heart as he fucked me again, ramming, thrusting. He was no longer looking at the mirror. He was looking at us, watching as his cock pushed deeper and deeper inside me, in and out, out and in, and wet and raw all at once. My pussy opened and made more room and he moved faster, fucking so fast and hard the table began to bounce, began to rock. I spread my thighs wider feeling him dominate me over and over. My daddy, my big, strong daddy with his big strong cock fucked me on the table hard, into the table, taking me higher, yes higher, that’s it — that’s what I need — that’s what I want.

 

“Fuck me more, fuck me more, Daddy fuck me more.”

 

And he fucked and pushed and rammed. Our breathing was harsh. He was pouring sweat. It was leaking from all over him. Drops fell from his head, from his nose from his lips, splashing on me as he jerked and rocked above me. He was grunting, grunting these deep animal-like grunts and he pushed himself harder and harder. One time he stopped, trying to regain control but I got pissed and punched him in his chest. He grunted again and kept fucking me.

 

I didn’t want to cum. I needed to cum, but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to last and last and last forever — my daddy fucking me on the table like we were animals.

 

“Fuck me Daddy, fuck me more. Fuck me.”

 

By then I had no choice. It was coming. It was becoming more than anything I ever felt. My tired body tensed, preparing for the assault. I began to pant.

 

“Yesyesyes… uh uh oh uh oh yes ahhh. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy…”

 

He heard me. He knew I was there and redoubled his efforts.  He released my thighs from his waist and folded my legs toward my chest, closing my calves around his ears as he pushed up and up and in until I released a hoarse scream. Cumming so hard against his cock, his fucking cock.

 

“Oh thank God!” he bellowed, and his body jerked hard against me. My body arched with tension and my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt warm wetness bathing my body. It was almost as if someone had poured warm water all over me and it pooled under me, around my ass.

 

My breathing was shallow. There wasn’t enough air. I needed more air. The world around me became fuzzy and I felt my daddy release my legs. They fell down in a thump, like rubber. He slowly pulled away from me as if the movement caused him pain and just as the world went from fuzzy to black, I felt his crushing body fall on top of me. I grunted at the impact. So much for me receiving more air. I think I passed out.

 

When I woke up, there was something heavy on top of me. My body was unbelievably sore and I felt itchy. My skin felt like it did when you came from swimming out in the sea. The smell of urine surrounded me. I turned toward the weight on my body, it was daddy, and he was snoring. I felt dehydrated. I lifted my arms and pushed at him.

 

“Daddy? Daddy? DADDY!”

 

He snorted and came awake.

 

“Oh shit.”

 

“I know. I know. Please. I can’t breath.”

 

He rose up over me.

 

“Move over.” I slid to the edge of the table, making room. He slid on his back and lay beside me. “What’s that smell?”

 

I began to laugh. “I think I peed on myself.”

 

“Oh…. Happens a lot, does it?”

 

“No never. What time is it?”

 

He raised his arm and looked at his wristwatch. “Oh, shit! It’s 5:12 in the morning. Your mom will be up soon. We’ve got to clean this up.”

 

I groaned in despair. “I can’t. I can’t move.”

 

He sat up and slid off the table.

 

“You’d better move, young lady. I will not run the risk of your mother seeing this. I’ll clean up. You just get out of here and wash up.”

 

I moaned as he proceeded to straighten his clothes and pick up papers. I slid off the table and slowly bent over to pick up my shirt. ‘I am so out of shape.’

 

“What about the pee?”

 

He laughed, “I’ll get it. Come here.”

 

I walked around to his side just as he was putting a stack of papers on a side chair. He reached out and pulled me into his arms and kissed me, long and deep. My pussy began to tingle and my nipples hardened.

 

“You know Daddy loves you, right?”

 

I smiled. “I love you too, Daddy.”

 

He growled and bit my lip. Smacking me on the ass he said, “Go on.”

 

I took my pitiful ass out of the dining room and up the stairs. I snuck past mom and dad’s room and found mine. I just turned on the shower when I heard the first cry.

 

“Waaaaaaaa. Waaaaaaa.”

 

“Oh damn.” The baby was awake and wouldn’t you know it? It’s feeding time. I don’t think there is any milk left.