Like Father, Like….

 

 Dave’s e-mail had been short and terse, “Friday 2pm. My Place” nothing more, it had aroused my curiosity and my passion. My last visit had evolved into one of the best orgies I had ever participated in. Dave and I had always shared a special relationship and neither of us was growing any younger. All these thoughts ran through my mind on the long drive to his place. The circular drive made of in laid brick and manicured lawn gave testament to the thought and care behind its quiet graciousness. The front door was ajar with a note taped to it that read quite simply, “Come in.”  I pushed the door open and entered slowly calling his name and got no reply. I took down his note as I entered the foyer closing the door behind me. The house was quiet and it appeared no one was home as I strode into the main hallway. On the banister to the stairway leading to the second floor was another note which simply said, “Turn left at the top of the stairs, door at the end of hallway.” As I climbed the stairs to the second floor I collected the second note and thought of it as I trail of breadcrumbs leading me to him and smiled as I thought of it as a game. As I reached the top of the stairs I remembered my last journey up them I turned to the right, following his son’s path to the his sister’s bedroom where I witnessed their coupling. I remembered how his father had introduced his sisters and I to the joy of unleashing our passions that fateful Christmas season decades earlier and smiled. In anxious anticipation I strode down the hallway to a set of double doors, of which one was ajar. I let myself in and gasped at the majestic sight before me, the master bedroom was larger than my whole house. Its high vaulted ceilings were punctuated by large skylights and spanned by massive oak beams. Like a small child entering a large cathedral I walked, with measured steps, into this hedonist temple. A red carpet laid a path across the polished marble floor to a large raised dais on which sat a huge four-poster bed that abutted a wall of glass overlooking the lake beyond. To my left the gleaming marble floor led to a walk-in cobblestone fireplace fronted on either side two high back wooden chairs with lamped side-boys. A single bottle of champagne sat in an iced silver bucket beside one chair. When I reached the bed I could see it had been turned down and a negligee was draped on one of its posts. Again a simple note, which read, “Put this on.” I wondered at the feel of the negligee’s material as I picked it up. It was made of a sheer material soft to the touch and light as air. The wall to the right of me was punctuated by one set of french doors and two regular doors. Instinctively I walked toward the french doors with my newly acquired garment over my arm. I opened the doors to reveal a master bathroom unlike any I had ever seen. To call this a bathroom is to liken Saint Peter’s Basilica to a chapel. It was more like a roman spa. Beyond the standard toilet and sink area was glass cubicle eight by ten feet in size dotted with showerheads at every conceivable angle strategically placed to turn the mundane shower into an experience. In the corner a large walk-in Jacuzzi tub with enough room to seat twelve comfortably surrounded by sliding glass walls which opened unto a balcony overlooking the manicured garden below and with the forest at its edge. Skylights above brought natural light into the room. To the right of that large oak doors leading into a sauna of like size to the shower. On the opposite wall a large pair of louver doors opened onto a long walk-in linen closet its shelves stacked high with plush towels. To the left as I walked into the closet was another louvered door which led to a long hallway with two doors along its right side. The first led to the backside of Dave’s closet and the second to Jan’s. Each closet had it’s own dressing area with mirrors. Dave’s was tiny when compared to Jan’s. Eight suits of the same color hung side by side with matching shoes beneath. A closed wardrobe held his formal attire (tuxedo’s for various times of day and occasion with matching shoes). His clothing drawers were built into the wall and held his socks, underpants and casual clothing. Jan’s closet had a large vanity table with lighted mirror and accompanying stool. She had many beautiful outfits and an assortment of shoes to die for. Her wardrobe held a variety of playful garments to amuse and titillate Dave’s carnal desires.

 I had dawdled long enough exploring these rooms and stripped out of my clothing pausing to stare at the aging naked form reflected in the mirrors that surrounded me. I worked hard to keep my figure close to the 34-24-36 I had been in college but time and two pregnancies had taken their toll on my once sleek figure. My breasts had begun to sag; my ass and tummy was no longer firm. I than remembered it was Dave who had requested this rendezvous, so my shortcomings had not deterred his lust for me nor that of the other men who mattered to me. I smiled as I pulled on the negligee noting it denied the observers eye a teasing view of the object of desire. I checked my make-up in the mirror one last time and dabbed my perfume near the areas of attention before using the door at the other end of the closet to reenter the bedroom. A naked form stepped from behind the open door to press itself against my back as arms encircled me to firmly hold my body against his, one arm encircled my chest to cup a breast as the other sank to firmly grasp my pussy pulling my body firmly against his. His hard cock pressed against my butt. I groaned my approval as I turned in his arms to kiss him. I closed my eyes and kissed him, one hand grasping the nape of his neck as the other sank to grasp his cock. His lips parted and the taste of his tongue on mine was familiar as was the cock I grasped.  I pushed away from this wondrous man to see David’s smiling face leering at me. He said, “Your as sexy as always, my first love.”

 “David, as are you” I sighed. Grasping my hand he pulled it towards him placing it around his turgid cock. Smiling with a leering wink he said, “Something to make you fell really good.” His hands than reached out and gently grasped my breasts tweaking their outstretched nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He stepped forward and kissed my forehead as his hand traveled down my body to my crotch. My legs spread to welcome his touch as his fingers spread the petals of my labia seeking out my hooded pleasure pearl. I groaned my approval as his fingers found their mark causing my hips to swivel to his touch. He asked, “Are you feeling warm? Let me help you out of that.” as he untied the single string holding my negligee on and slid it from my body. My hand grasped his cock more firmly and began to stroke its length. His head sank to my breasts to suckle first one and than the other. My breasts swelled with arousal at his touch and my nipples leapt at the swipe of his tongue. An all to familiar warmth began to radiate from deep within my body as my pussy juices saturated his hand. My grasp on his cock was broken as he knelt before me to lift my willing leg that he might insert his tongue in my already damp pussy. My hands grasped his head to steady my quivering body as his tongue circled but did not touch my now blood engorged clit. This male before me may have made love to me many times before but his caress was better than that of many men I had been with. I urged him to his feet as I sank to my knees before him. My nostrils filled with the musky odor of his crotch as my tongue traced the circumference of his cock’s ridged crown before sucking the length of his passion enflamed tool deep in my throat. His hands grasped my head as he groaned, ”Suck It!” I eagerly complied as my hands traveled around his hips to grab his muscled ass to swivel his hips into my face. I could feel the head of his cock swelling in my mouth as he pummeled my face, drops of pre-cum splashed in my throat. His hands grasped my shoulders urging me to stand. He helped me to my feet, sweeping me up in his arms to carry me to the bed depositing me on my back. He instructed me to close my eyes as he climbed on the bed. I felt the bed shift under his weight as he positioned himself between my legs lifting and spreading them to place his rock hard cock at the entrance to my womanhood. His thick dick plowed into my well-lubricated passage, “Open your eyes” he instructed. I was greeted with the sight of his still youthful cock protruding from my body. I groaned my approval as he drove its length into my yielding pussy his curly matt of pubic hair entangling with mine as our pelvis’s bumped. His piston strokes were short but slow. I lost track of time as I surrendered to the always-welcome feelings of sexual tension Dave aroused in me until he finally came muttering as he fell on the bed beside me, “That was great!” An odd sense of déjà vu became a clear memory as I realized how closely his words and actions had mirrored those of decades earlier. I rolled on my side and lifted myself on one elbow to look down on his smiling face and marveled at how alike we were.

 Dave opened his eyes and smiled back at me as an all to familiar glint came into his eyes, the same one he would always get when he wanted something, “What?” I asked as I stared into his face. “I was wondering if you could teach Kelly? Like you did Candy.” A startled look crossed my face as it became abundantly clear that he wanted a lot more of me than he should. Puzzled by his apparent knowledge of intimate details I had seen I asked, “What do you think you know?” “All of it,” he shot back. I couldn’t believe Dave would discuss such intimate details with his son and I had never told Dave about Kelly and Kyle. It was plain Dave was bursting with something to tell and I wanted to know, “How?” I asked. Dave smiled and leapt from the bed motioning for me to follow him. I followed him to the chairs before the fireplace. Dave offered me a seat and opened the chilled bottle of Asti filling and two long necked glasses of the bubbly and offering me one. Smiling, I took the glass from him as he turned and seated his naked form in the opposing chair. I turned to Dave to find him to find that twinkle in his eye as he stared at me, “What is this?” I demanded. “All in good time,” he replied as he pointed his remote at the fireplace, in response to this action heavy drapes drew across the windows and skylights darkening the room as a screen dropped from the ceiling and a hidden projector flicked to life showing me walking down the hallway to Kelly’s room and my peeking in. The camera angle changed to show the interior of the room as Kyle enticed than deflowered his sister, a time and date punctuated the bottom of the screen. “So, he did the same thing as you. Why should I help you with this?” Again he pointed the remote at the screen showing a view from behind them as they watched the five of us going at it, than running away back to Kelly’s room. As the two entered the room Kyle closed the door as his sister remarking, “Watching Aunt Debbie eat out Mom made me hot! Did you see the size of Daddy’s cock?” She stepped toward her brother allowing her robe to fall to the floor than tearing the robe from his shoulders. She grabbed his hardened cock and kissed him deeply her passion clearly evident by her sweat streaked body and straining nipples. She drew Kyle to her bed spreading her legs as she fell back onto saying, “Stick you cock into me Bro! I got to have you now.” She groaned loudly as he entered her and as he pile drove her toward an orgasm she kept muttering, “Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me hard!” Dave than flicked to a new camera angle of his daughter entering the front door. “You help me and I’ll help you,” he stated. I was tempted to wring his neck but realized that would get me nowhere. “What do you want?” I sighed. Smiling he sank back into his chair and again pointed his remote at the screen Candy’s maiden name appeared on the screen and a series of dates appeared and he clicked on the third one. Again the screen flickered to life as I saw my naked younger self, step into the shower with Candy, in a series of short clips I watched as our backlit forms merged on the shower curtain. Dave pointed the remote at the now split-screen where I saw his half naked daughter bend to step out of her panties and turn to enter the shower. The clear shower door afforded no privacy. Immediately I understood and nodded my approval. With a satisfied grin Dave rose from the chair and proceeded through the door as the screen behind us blinked out and the drapes slid open. We strode out of the bedroom and down the hallway to Kelly’s room. Dave opened the door to her room and I could hear the shower running through the open doorway to her bathroom. Dave led me to the door and urged me enter. I knew he was using me but shrugged it off as I entered the room and stepped into the shower with Kelly asking, “Mind if I join you?” as I closed the door behind me. Kelly smiled as her eye lit with desire. Her arms encircled me as mine encircled hers, her mouth opened as our lips met and our tongues took turns as they encircled the interior each other’s mouth. As my hand sank to her crotch to seek out her love pearl her hand sank to my pussy to be rewarded with a slick coating of her Daddy’s cream. She drew back to stare at and looked from her hand to my face saying, “Is this Daddy’s?” I slowed nodded my head yes and she giggled licking it from her hand savoring each morsel. Dave watched from the doorway as I lit the match of Kelly’s passion. Taking my hand she led me from the shower to seat me on her toilet. Kelly spread my legs as she knelt between my thighs, her eyes met mine and we kissed again. She begged me softly as her head trailed kisses down my neck over my taught nipples to my dripping pussy, “Please! I want more.” I slid forward slightly arching my back and lifting my legs to allow her head to more easily access my orifice. She swiped her tongue along my gash a few times before locking her lips around my love canal and began to suck so hard I thought she might pull my heart from my body. I could feel Dave’s recently deposited cream flow from my body filling her mouth as she groaned her approval. She looked almost disappointed as she sank back on her knees using her fingers of scoop back into her mouth that which had dribbled down it’s sides I saw Dave enter the bathroom placing his hand on his daughter’s shoulder saying, “There is more where that came from.” as Dave jabbed his jutting cock in Kelly’s face. Kelly eagerly grabbed it wrapping her stretched lips around its still glistening girth. Her eyes opened wide as she unwrapped her mouth from her Dad’s now straining cock she licked slowly while muttering to me, “I can taste your wonderful pussy juice, Aunt Debbie.” While grasping his cock she looked up at him saying, “Daddy I feel so hot, please stick you cock in me!” Dave smiled as he picked his daughter up and carried her to her bed placing her on the edge; she leaned back on her elbows spreading her legs pleading again. Dave rubbed his cock along her vaginal gash gently probing her still small orifice until its saliva-coated head wedged into tight pussy. I crawled on the bed beside her kissing her naked form careful not to block her view. Slowly he slowed pressed about half its length into he red distended cervix. Kelly’s eyes were glazed over with lust as she screamed, “Daddy, it feels so wonderful. Please! Don’t stop!” Obligingly Dave withdrew his cock twice more than he rammed its length into her pussy, messing their Daddy- daughter pubic hair together. Tears ran down Kelly’s face as her Dad stroked his cock mightily in and out of her pussy causing our breasts to rock.  As with Candy and Sherri before Kelly welcomed Dave’s cock into her pussy and howled her approval. I envied Kelly’s position and was surprised when I felt hands grasp my ankles to spread my legs and a cock head sink into my all to willing pussy. We had lost track of time and Kyle arrived home to hear his sister’s groans and entered the room to stumble on our ménage a tois. Kyle had eagerly stripped his clothes and joined us on the bed his hands groping for my breasts as he drove his cock in and out of me. Kyle came quickly and Dave drove his daughter to two orgasms before he filled her body with his cream. Kelly wrapped her arms around her Dad’s body as he began to withdraw pressing her tear-stained face onto his broad shoulder and between shuddering gasps muttered, “Please Daddy, don’t take it out just yet. Hold me a while.” Kyle, taking the hint crawled on the bed beside me as I turned on my back and held me in his arms, removing one to stroke my body. We lay there together for some time.

Suddenly the expression on her face turned into a cheeky look of lust, she smiled and asked "Do you want a hand with that?" I was speechless and just barely managed to get out a "yes". She walked over to me sitting on my chair and she got on her knees infront of me. She grabbed my hard penis into her palm and started rubbing up na ddown, i was in immense pleasure as i felt her place her lips over the head of my penis and start to suck, after a few minutes i felt my balls start to well up and i moaned as i grew to climax and blew my load all over her face and down her throat.

She then sttod up and i got down to my knees, i pulled her up to me and pushed my face hard into her crotch, i then pulled down her snoopy pajama bottoms and started licking at her already wet pussy which was now bare infront of me. Her sweet sent hit me and i grew instantly hard again, after about five minutes of me licking her wet cunt and fingering her she began to moan as she entered orgasm. Once she finished, i stood up and our lippes presses hard against one anothers, she pushed me down onto the chair and then she sat just so that the head of my dick was pressing lightly against the lips of her pussy. Slowly she lowered herself onto my penis, and then she stated to move her weight back and forth lifting herself 3" uo in every motion, after 5 minutes of this pumping action, she lifted herself off my and pulled me by my arm over to the bed, she lay down and i got ontop of her, i entered her agian with one hard thrust, i then rappidly moved in and out of her sweet warm cunt. 10 minutes later i felt her pussy tighten around my dick as she entered the first stages of climax, my fast pumping motions turned to slow hard thrusts as i released myself deep into her womb. I lay inside her for what seemed like ages before we smoked a fag and started all over again.

His mother didn´t looked at him and he thought that she avoinding him. Fear struk him: what if she regretted what she did? He didn´t and was just processing the information of what happened, but only then did he trully realised the problems that were arriving.

When the night settled and after they had dinner, all the familly was in the living room chatting. Aunt Daphne was the one who drank the most and, with Uncle Barry, led the party. Everybody was laughting. Well...everybody but Mike and his mother. There was only one time Mike´s thought were pushed back and that was when his Aunt bent for some reason and he just couldn´t resist looking at her ass. His Aunt caught his look and gave a little and sensual smile. Mike continued to drink not caring if he had already blood in his alcohol.

As the hours drifetted, one by one the guest left. For the first time after a familly dinner Jules didn´t cleaned the house and went straight to her room. Mike offered himself to clean it and so his father went to sleep. Mike headed to the kitchen and his heart almost died. He didn´t realised that his Aunt was still in the house and seeing her with her back to him was scare enought.´

- Aunt Daphne what are you doing here?

She turned around with that sensual smile.

- Oh, I asked Jules if I could sleep here tonight and she agreed. Tell me... where are forks?

Mike gave a few steps forward so he could point to a drawer right behind her. She oppened it bending a little, immediatly push her ass against the fabric of her skirt. Mike was simply mesmerised. Unwinlingly he stepped forward.

- You know, you could do better than just look.

Mike realised that his Aunt was looking at him and felt his face burn with shame. But then his Aunt´s words started to reform in his mind. Daphne aproached him stoping just a few milimiters from him.

- I know you have been dreaming about this ass for a long time. – She whispered. Her hand grabbed his cock trought his pants. – So here his your chance...

She turned around and brushed her ass against his cock. Without thinking, Mike grabed her hips and pushed her into the kitchen balcony. He drop his pants and took his cock out, already at it´s full 8 inch. He lifted his Aunt´s skirt and massaged her ass. It was so soft and firm. He kissed her neck from behind and was glad to know that she was already breathing hard. He parted her legs a little bit and, without warning, shoved his cock into her tight, even when wet, pussy. She gave a deep moan and then Mike began to start to fuck his Aunt. His rythm was getting fast and hard quicly.

- Yes baby, fuck me hard. I know you like that ass.

Mike didn´t need any encouragment and, blame it on the alcohol or the arousal, he took his cock out of her pussy and pointed it into her ass hole. His Aunt was about to say something but Mike shove his cock´s head into her ass. She let out a contained scream.

- Mike, baby... – She was about to ask him to get his cock out until she realised the pleasure of having his cock inside her ass. – go easy first.

Mike was a little sober and went inch by inch, with his Aunt groaning. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy, but his cock was weel lubrificated with his pre-cum and hers. Finally his had entered fully in her ass. The fealing was exquisit and he began to pump it.

Aunt Daphne bent down on the balcony trying to hold on to something. The pleasure was taking control over her and, like her sister, she started to scream in extasy. They were lucky that the kitchen was downstairs and Mike´s father room was upstairs and with the door closed.

- Yes Mike! Fuck me! Fuck meee!!

Mike was grunting and trusting with all his strenght left.

- I am cuming baby, dont dare to stop. – And then with a last scream the started to cum, her ass tightning in such a way that Mike couldn´t move his cock. When the first orgasm subsided he started to thrust again nearing his orgasm.

- I am cuming Aunt. - He managed to say. With that she took his cock out of her ass got on her knees and shoved his cock into her mouth, sucking and licking with such ferocity that Mike, with that sensual image, couldn´t hold and cumed in her mouth. His Aunt drinked every drop and cleaned his cock and when it was over, she sitted in a chair breathing hard.

- Mike...come here and lick your Aunt.

Submisive, Mike neared his Aunt and got on his knees. Jules spread her legs wide, putting one in her nephew´s shoulder. Mike then began to play with her clit and licking her pussy lips; he fingered her and fucked her with his tongue. With the combination of all of this he sent his Aunt over the edge again and, as she grabed his hair and wraped her legs around his head, she cumed in his mouth.

"Just leave Eileen ok, I just can’t talk to you right now," Mom scowled. I had never seen her so angry.

My sister Eileen slunk out of the room and I heard her bedroom door close shortly after.

"And you, you, I don’t know what to call you Mike, I just can’t talk to you either right now, I’ll just lose it!"

Mom turned away and slammed the door as she left, but even then I couldn’t help looking at where my mom’s skirt had rucked up to display her silken thighs.

I rolled over and started to whimper. I felt disgusted with myself, but at the same time so sexually sated that I was exhausted. I fell asleep that way, my mind spinning with what I had just done with my sister and what the consequences may.

I awoke the next morning surprised to find myself still fully dressed, and a pair of come stained pantyhose beside me on the bed; mom’s pantyhose. Then the events of last night all came flooding back to me; oh my god, what had I done?

I snuck out of my room to shower, hoping like hell not run into my mom or sister; I was so confused and apprehensive, I just couldn’t face either of them. I made a plan to stay in my room mom and sis left for work, it would be better that way, more time to think.

The minutes seemed like hours until Eileen left for work, I watched at the window until I saw her leave. Even though I knew my sister and I had committed the gravest of sins, as my sister walked down the path, head down, my eyes could not help focussing on her sexy pantyhosed legs on display beneath her short skirt. I knew I had caused her a terrible dilemma that could break our already fractured family apart, yet I still fanaticised about our sexual encounters last night. I started rationalising to myself. We hadn’t really committed incest (yes I was now admitting to myself the nature of our sin), as I hadn’t actually entered her with my naked penis; we hadn’t ‘fucked’ in the true sense of the word, had we?

The dreaded knock came on bedroom door about fifteen minutes after Eileen had left for work. I was in a cold sweat, hoping my mother would at least give me the day to prepare for our encounter. I had fantasised about leaving home, running away, and never coming back to face my mom and have to explain my perversions. I just felt so ashamed and unable to explain the lust that had lead to last night’s abhorrent behaviour. But deep inside I was still seething with the ecstasy that I had experienced; the exquisite feel of my cock on my mom’s nyloned legs and the aftermath of sexual frenzy that I had experienced with my sister as she at first resisted, then capitulated to my base desires.

"Mike, It’s mom, we really need to talk," she called to me through the door.

"Mom, I’m just so sorry, I can’t talk to you, I’m such a bad son and a worthless brother," I croaked.

"Let me in Mike, we need to talk son," my mom insisted.

I dragged myself away from the chair by the window on leaden feet, dreading this encounter. I unlatched and open the door. Mom was dressed for work, her pristine white nurse’s uniform complemented by her white nylons and white nurse’s shoes. Although her shoes were ‘flats’, they somehow helped define her thighs and the calves that were on display below the hem of the skirt that came to just above her knees. I couldn’t help but admire her, she was stunning in my eyes, her makeup as usual was heavier than expected of someone in her profession, but it accentuated her sexiness, almost making her a caricature of the nurses seen in porno magazines and movies.

"Mom, I’m so sorry," I whispered as she entered.

"I just, I just," I couldn’t finish the sentence.

"We need to talk Mike," she half whispered, she started to cry and led me to the chair that was next to my study table.

I sat down and I felt all of my energy drain from me. I felt depleted of all energy and will. I was determined however to take full responsibility for my actions and tell mom everything. I would not let my sister take any blame for what I had done. Sure she had become a willing participant in our deviant encounter, but only after I had forced her.

Mom remained standing in front of me, and still my eyes drifted to her silken nyloned calves and then up to her thighs. I felt a further disgust directed at my wanton lust. I cleared my head and began:

"It was all my fault mom,"

"I forced Eileen to do what you saw. It’s all my fault and I won’t blame you if throw me out on the street."

"I let you down," I sobbed.

"Dad is in jail, I’m the ‘man of the house’ and now I fucked it all up by doing what I did to my sister."

"I’m so sorry," I sobbed.

"But it wasn’t just your sister was it?" mom stated in a firm voice.

"Eileen told me what she saw when she came home," she said.

"You were doing things to me while I was asleep, weren’t you?"

"Oh mom I’m so sorry," I whispered, "I, I, I, Just couldn’t help myself."

"Well son, can you explain to me why you did what you did?" mom asked sounding genuinely concerned.

I told her, I let it all out. I went on to explain my sexual desires and fetish. How, for as long as I could remember, I have had a fetish for nylon stockings and pantyhose. How once she and my sister had damaged and discarded their nylons I would retrieve them from the trash and alone in my room I would enact my pantyhose fantasies. How I would wear them, sniff them, and wank in them, all of my panty and pantyhose perversions. I told my mom that I could not resist the sight, feel, and smell of nylons.

I then told my mother how I felt being constantly surrounded by two sexy women wearing sheer pantyhose and short dresses or skirts. That when they sat around the house with their skirts hiked up or legs akimbo that I just had to retire to my room to take my pleasure with a pair of their discarded pantyhose or nylon panties that I had stolen from the wash-basket.

"Oh Mike, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you had these feelings for your sister and me. I’ll talk to Eileen tonight and explain it all. I don’t know what I’m going to do about what happened between you and her though; you know what you did was not only morally wrong, It was illegal."

"There is only one thing for it. It will have to be our family secret; you must never tell anyone, ever, ok?"

"Of course mom, I promise," I whispered.

"And Eileen will have to be convinced of the same. That only leaves me, and of course I’m not going to say anything. I will not have my family split up"

"So there Mike, we can just put this nasty episode behind us ok?"

My mom smiled sweetly and I realised how much I loved her. But even then, with al this going on my eyes drifted to the hem of her skirt and her silken thighs. My mom’s eyes followed mine and I knew she had seen what I was looking at. She frowned.

"Take a shower Mike, get ready for college. I’ve a phone call to make then I’ll drive you, ok son?" she smiled.

"Ok mom," I said, and bounded off the bed and down the hall to the bathroom.

Everything was going to be ok, I thought to myself. We just won’t talk about what happened last night and things will return back to normal. I stripped off and got under a warm shower. As I soaped my cock and balls a tingle started and I couldn’t help but stroke my hardening cock I was thinking about how I had climbed on my sister and dry fucked her through her pantyhose and panties.

I couldn’t help myself I still had my fetish. I turned off the water and climbed out the shower, drying myself on the towel. Then I went exploring in the washing basket. Bingo! I found the pantyhose mom had been wearing last night. I pulled them out of the basket and put them to my face. I felt the sheer nylon caress my face and smelt the faint aroma of my mother’s vagina in the crotch of the hose.

My cock was now hard and I lowered the pantyhose down to it. I opened the hose and pulled one leg over my cock and started to wank slowly. The feeling of the sheer nylon of my mother’s pantyhose on the nerve endings of my erect member was exquisite. I forced myself not to speed up the slow, deliberate, movements of my right hand wanking my hardon. With my left hand I gathered up the rest of the silky garment and began to slowly massage my balls. My thoughts now were of the earlier part of last night, how I had slid my cock up and down my mother’s silken calves, clad in these very silken sheer pantyhose.

Then I heard my mother’s voice, distant but loud enough to bring me out of my reverie. She was on the phone in her bedroom, I decided I better stop my wanton pleasure and get ready for college or mom would be suspicious. That wouldn’t do now that It looked like I was going to get away with what was virtually the rape of my sister, and certainly incest with both her and mom, (even though mom didn’t know what I had done to her).

I threw my discarded clothes into the wash basket on top of the pantyhose I had been wanking into. After years of masturbating with my mom’s and sister’s nylon panties and pantyhose, I knew how to replace the garments so that they would not be suspicious. Although my sister Eileen had said she had noticed come stains in hers. I would have to be careful in future I though. I may have agreed not to engage in incest but I had no intention of giving up my fetish.

I left the bathroom doing up my shave coat, a ratty robe I only wore to and from the bathroom for the sake of modesty. As I passed mother’s room I overheard her talking softly into the phone,

"He’s only 18 doctor but he’s matured so fast. No I can’t tell you about it on the phone that’s why I want to make an appointment for me and him to see you as soon as possible!"

"Look you worked wonders with my depression when my husband went into prison, now I need you to help with a family crisis."

"No it’s mainly Mike and these depraved sexual urges he is having. I’ll explain it all to you before he goes in to see you, but you must keep it to yourself!"

"I know I have your word as my doctor, but what Mike’s been doing is pretty debauched. Ok then, we’ll be there in an hour, Mike thinks I’m taking him to college. Bye."

The fucking bitch! My mother the fucking bitch! My blood was boiling at this betrayal. I flung open the door just as my mom was hanging up. She was sitting on the bed next to the telephone on the nightstand. I stormed into the room and pushed her hard on her shoulders forcing her to fall back on the bed.

"You fucking bitch mom! You swore we would tell no one!"

She whimpered, I could see the fear in her face, "Mike its for the best. I have to get you some help if you are going to stay in same house with me and your sister."

"But you promised! We would all just say nothing, tell no one, and that would be it!"

"But Mike you need help!" she cried again.

Now I noticed how she had landed when I pushed her back on the bed. The hem of her white nurse’s uniform had ridden up and her legs were slightly parted. I could see her sexy sheer pantyhosed thighs tightly stretching the white cotton skirt. I felt my cock begin to harden and I looked into her face. Her makeup had started to smear because she was crying, the mascara darkening her eyes even more. My god she looked even sexier, sluttish in her pose, with her piled on makeup, dishevelled, and her skirt rucked up; she looked vulnerable. She looked fuckable !

"Oh I need help alright mom," I hissed.

"I need fucking help, the same kind of help sis gave me last night."

"So mommy are you going to help your son with this problem," I whispered harshly and opened my shave coat to reveal my hard throbbing cock to my mother.

"Mike! Son! No!" she screamed. "You can’t, please, cover yourself; I’m your mother for god sake!"

I was through talking; looking at her lying helpless on her bed only made me more aroused. As I leapt on her, my shave coat flew open, and I landed on top of her. I stretched her arms out and pinned her beneath me. I had landed directly on top of her with my legs between hers; my erect penis pushed against the cotton hem of her skirt and my face hovered over hers.

"Please Mike, stop this now, please have some respect for your mother," she whispered into my face only inches from hers.

Her breath was sweet, and looking into her sexy blue eyes and ruby lipsticked lips, I knew I couldn’t stop myself. I lowered my face onto hers and kissed her lips. She kept them tightly closed, but the taste of her lipstick and the feel of her fully clothed body against my almost naked body only inflamed my passions. I sighed and tried to force my tongue between her lips. My mother responded by squirming beneath me and wriggling to get free.

This was a disastrous mistake for my mother as her writhing caused her skirt to ride up further and my hard cock to come into contact with her pantyhosed thigh. I hung on to her, allowing her to move beneath me thus causing her nyloned leg to rub against my turgid penis. The feeling of her gossamer nylons on my cock was electrifying; along with the feel of her breasts inside her crisp white nurse’s uniform rubbing on my chest I was intoxicated with passion. The thought of finally consummating my deeply held secret passions for my mom in her uniform and pantyhose drove me to the peak of my desires.

"That’s it mommy, fight me if you want. You know my sister did at first, but she soon changed her mind," I whispered in her ear.

Then my mother realised what I was doing, holding on to her and allowing her struggle to inflame my passion. She lay still and looked me in the eyes.

"Well take what you want Mike. I won’t fight any more because I think that’s what you want. But remember you will have to live with consequences after," she whimpered.

I lowered my lips to hers and as they touched I whispered, "Fuck the consequences!"

I mashed my lips on hers and forced my tongue into her mouth. She didn’t respond but she didn’t fight either. Her lying prone and not offering any response at all only served to inflame me to greater passions. I put my hand between her legs and positioned my cock over her panty and pantyhose covered pussy and started to thrust slowly against her. I then eased my cock between the nylon gusset of her panties and the gossamer thin nylon of her sheer to the waist pantyhose covering her pussy. My cock was in a silken trap, caressed between her nylon panties and her hot cunt covered by her pantyhose.

I continued to kiss my mother as I humped her panty crotch, my cock was like a living thing, the sensation was so magnificent, better than anything I ever felt when masturbating, or even with my sister last night. I could feel the outline of my mom’s pussy lips through the hose and adjusted myself so my cock was between them. My precum was lubricating the nylon so I couldn’t tell if mom was aroused but she continued to lie there unresponsive.

I reached down with my hand and put a fingernail against the nylon covering her cunt and pushed until I felt the pantyhose tear. Still my mother didn’t move so I pushed forward with my hips. The tip of my cock forced its way through the hole in her pantyhose and was nestled in her pussy lips against the entrance to her cunt. I pushed forward again slowly but firmly and felt the head of my cock enter her. My mother grunted as my cock went inside her, but other than a flinch she made no effort to stop me. My mind was racing. I was fucking my mom! NO! I was raping my mom!

I pushed in further and found resistance. She was dry! It was obvious my mom was not going to capitulate and become a willing participant. I started a slow thrusting movement hardly moving my cock at all, just enough to get my precum lubricating my cock as I entered her further, millimetre by millimetre. We must have looked a sight, my mom lying on the bed her legs apart and her arms above her head held there by my free hand. Her skirt rucked up around her waist and her sheer nylon encased legs wide with me between them slowly humping and forcing my kisses on her, her heavy makeup smeared making her look like a whore.

Eventually I was fully inside her and my balls came to rest against the silken gusset of her panties that had been pushed aside to allow my entry. I was fighting off my orgasm; having to enter her slowly had helped. My precum had lubricated my mom’s cunt enough to enable my cock to fully penetrate her, but she was still very tight. My head was spinning with desire now and I knew the inevitable would happen soon, regardless of how slowly I fucked her.

I released the hold on her hands and lifted her silken pantyhosed legs up and around me. Mom didn’t fight; she hadn’t said a word other than the grunt as I entered her. She was just like a rag doll. Tears streamed slowly down her face and her eyes were closed. I shucked off the shave coat all the way so that I was fully naked and could feel the gauzy nylon of her pantyhose legs on my back and thighs. I pulled back my throbbing cock all the way and thrusted deeply into her, once, twice, three times. Each time I did, she grunted with the force of my thrusts. On the third thrust I pushed in as far as I could and rubbed my balls on her panty-ass and concentrated on the feel of her silken nylon legs against me. I exploded; torrents of come seemed to explode out my cock. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful.

I shuddered and groaned for what seemed like an eternity as I filled my mother with my hot seed. Eventually I came down from the plateaux of ecstasy and opened my eyes. I found myself looking at my mother’s icy blue eyes; they were devoid of emotion. She just stared up at me.

 

 

To be continued………………….

     a couple minutes later i made a decision in my head that i would touch my bros cock and see wht he did so i touched him cock and rubed it and then my bro started kissing me and i kissed back acouple minutes later we were making out naked then i got on top of him and slid his 8'' cock in my tight pussy then it came to my hymen and he said are u sure and i said yes so i went down quickly and it hurt so bad but it soon wore off and we fuck for a long long time then after this we laid down next to each other and kissed i told him i loved him and wanted to have his baby and he said that would be an honor.

plz be nice and leave comments this is my first story.

 

Chris’s husband is a dry drunk and does not go into the bars. Chris likes a drink now and again so she planed to take me out for a drink. Dale was happy to let us go out for a few. I had planed to meet Dreams at Big Al’s. Now that Chris was going along how could I explain meeting another woman.

 

Chris would get horny as hell when she had a few drinks.  After two drinks Chris started to tell me that Dale had lost his sex drive and she never got any cock anymore.  I kept looking for Dreams to walk in and Chris noticed. I told Chris that my wife was not very active also, and it had been three months since we had sex.  Chris asked me if I would be shocked if she had a boyfriend. I said no and asked if she would be shocked if I found a lover to night.

 

Chris excused herself to the lady’s room and I noticed how much she looked like what Dreams said she looked like. Everything was there but the red dress that she said she would be wearing and glasses. Midnight came and went and I lost hope in meeting my date. I asked Chris she was ready to leave, she asked me if I was not going to pick up a lady. I told Chris that I planed to meet a blind date but that she was in my Dreams Only. Chris grabbed my arm and said did you just say Dreams Only. I said yes that is her online handle. Chris said I’ll be back in a few minutes. Chris walked back in the door ten minutes later wearing a red dress and glasses. I about fell off my bar stool.

 

We took each other in our arms and kissed a lovers kiss. Chris asked me if I was still planning to spend the night at her house. I said no that I still had my motel rented.

 

We went to the motel and made love until 4am.

 

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“The little slut” he murmured.  “Your mother is far too lenient with you.”  He slipped out the front door and saw three young men jumping the back fence, two of them were black.  Carol should have been in school hours ago.  His assumptions changed to robbery.  Daren was no hero and had no thoughts of chasing them.  If anything was taken, the insurance companies would handle it.  He went back into the house.

 

In retrospect, he should have recognized the sounds of sobbing, despite the muffled nature.  It was not at all what he had expected when he opened the bedroom door.  In the center of the room with the sunlight highlighting her body she was naked on her knees and secured in a sort of restraint frame.  He should have rushed to her, covered her with a blanket from the bed, released her and held her and comforted her, but the scene was so strange, so erotic he froze and stared.

 

The frame that held her was a simple affair with small padded triangular pedestal forced up against pubic bone to keep her ass raised in position.  A wide strap around her waist held her in place.  She was sobbing almost silently. Another strap held her shoulders to a padded horizontal bar.  Her eyes were covered and her face was buried in a padded ring like one might see attached to a massage table.  Her shoulders were at least ten inches lower than her hips, but the face pad was tilted upward, holding her head back between her shoulder blades.  The arrangement forced her to keep her back arched.  Two more straps around her legs just above the knees pulled her legs forward and slightly apart.  The frame appeared to have been designed to keep its captive comfortable, and yet helpless.  With her back arched and knees forward, her pussy lips stood out proudly.  Like it or not, she was presenting herself.

 

He had not seen her naked since she was an infant.  Even changing her diapers her pussy had not caught his attention as it did now.  The smooth plump labia that the onset of puberty had not yet begun to cover with hair were parted slightly by the position of her legs.  They showed no signs of sexual arousal.  A stain on the carpet between he knees indicated that she had obviously been filled, probably several times.  He thought of the three boys he had seen running away when he had come home unexpectedly.  He tore his eyes away from his naked young daughter and looked around the room; a shirt, carelessly forgotten on the edge of the bed.  A tan ski mask and a bottle of Vaseline hand lotion and water standing on the hardwood floor leading from the bathroom. Slowly in his mind the events began to take shape.

 

He and his wife had both left for work early, leaving her alone to get ready for school.  It was the normal routine.  Somehow the boys had gotten in, probably set up their contraption and waited for her to step out of the shower.  They had grabbed her and drug her out of the bathroom.  She had probably struggled, but there were three of them, young men and much stronger than her.  They had forced her down onto the restraint frame.  With each strap that they secured her with, the fight had changed to pleading and sobbing.  Once they had her subdued, and her eyes covered they had stripped and gone to work on her.

 

Only now did he drop to his haunches and see the end of the rubber dildo sticking out of her mouth, held in place by a strap around the back of her head.  It had served two purposes:  It had silenced her screams and could be used during the intercourse to force a gag response.  Gagging, like coughing, sneezing or vomiting caused the vaginal muscles to spasm.  Forcing it into the back of her mouth possibly even down her throat would tighten her cunt enhancing their sensation during the intercourse.  It probably also caused her to buck violently against the straps that held her in position for fucking.  He had seen three of them.  Surely they had each used her at least once.  In this position, the semen could not have poured out of her.  The wetness on the floor was caused by overflow.

 

It was unlikely that they had intended to leave their equipment behind.  His unexpected arrival had interrupted their activities, but it was probable that they were almost finished with her anyway.  Most young boys can ejaculate twice.  A small young vagina would not hold sixty ccs of semen.

 

His attention turned again to the young body.  He noted the bruises on the budding breasts where the boys had been a little to rough with their groping.  He looked at her nipples that were still just candy kiss shaped cones and had not been sucked into shape by men attempting to arouse her and prepare her pussy.  Her hips were only slightly wider than her waist.  It had only been about seven mounts ago that his wife had told him that she had had her first period.  She was fertile, but obviously her body was not yet developed enough to handle pregnancy.  The thought caused him to wonder about the depth of her vagina.  They had appeared to be young boys, her age, possibly younger, certainly not much older.  Probably their penises had not done her any real damage.  He wondered if the first boy had even noticed when he ripped her hymen.

 

They had covered her eyes and strapped her down.  They had pumped the yellow liquid out of the bottle of hand lotion onto her lips; a reasonable substitute for a willing vagina.  Her hands were tied to the pedestal that held her knees a couple inches off the floor.  It was unnecessary.  In that position, her hands were of little use to prevent the penetrations, or free her self, but the restrains stopped her body from moving forward as they pumped her.

 

He could never have imagined himself doing it, but he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped around behind her.  He had been twenty two the first time he got his cock into a woman.  She had been several years older than him.  He had married at twenty seven.  He had never seen a piece of ass this young before.  If he had thought about it, he might have rationalized that it didn’t matter to her.  She had already been gang raped.  One penis more or less could hardly matter to her, but for him this was an opportunity that would never come again.  He didn’t think about it.  His penis had responded the instant he saw her.  He had known from the instant he walked into the room, what was an appropriate reaction for a father.  He didn’t think about that either.

 

She must have heard him undoing his belt, or perhaps the rustle of the denim as he pulled his pants down.  She began to struggle and her cries increased.  He smiled at what he was about to do.  His hands gripped her buttocks and spread them.

 

“Hmmm” she cried out as he moved one hand to the back of her neck and lined up his penis with the other.  She was struggling against the straps the held her hips, but she barely moved a half inch or so.

 

Slowly, deliberately, enjoying every movement, he pushed against her and felt the soft young lips part and engulf his rod.  Semen that the others had left in her squeezed out around his penis as went deeper.  God she was tight.  His wife hadn’t been this tight the first time he mounted her and after Carol was born, he had had to twist around insider to even get off.  His legs were trembling as he slowly began to pump his daughter.  He used her slowly deliberately, enjoying a sensation that he did not know could exist.

 

He bent over her and felt the tiny young breasts and the nipples that were so soft they surprised him.  He wanted to begin bucking violently, but he knew it would be over in seconds if he did and he wanted this to last.

 

The intensity of his arousal robbed him of any control he had left and his hand moved from her breast to her throat and then to the smooth round end of the rubber dong in her mouth.  Her reaction showed that she knew what was coming.  He pushed the full length of his cock into her and then gripping her by the hair with one hand and pushing on the vibrator with the other he forced it down her throat.

 

Her toes slipped across the carpet as she desperately tried to get leverage and her back slammed against the strap that held her.  Her whole body was trembling and her cunt gripped his cock like vice.  The contractions shot semen and cunt juice out all over his thighs. 

 

Her hands were shaking when he pulled the dildo out of her throat.  She was panting trying to make up for the lack of breath that she had missed and from the terror that he was not finished.  He kept his finger in her hair and his hand on the tool and but went back to fucking her.  He didn’t wait for her to completely return to normal respiration before he again made her swallow the large rubber cock shaped toy.

 

After the fourth session, the fight was gone out of her.  The gagging and lack of oxygen still had the desired effect on her cunt, but now she only sobbed between breaths.  He released her head and slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt.  It slapped hard against his abdomen, standing hard and angry for not being allowed to finish.  He reached across the floor for the bottle of hand lotion and unscrewed the pump top.  They had ruptured her hymen, but there are many forms of virginity.

 

She lay there relaxed, probably assuming he was finished, when she felt the cold hard threads of the plastic bottle pressed against her asshole.  A new wave of pain and fear washed over her as he twisted the bottle, literally screwing the opening into her.  It hurt, and when he squeezed the bottle, the thick greasy enema felt cold in her. He finished by pulling the bottle out of her and pouring the last of it contents between her cheeks.  There was no way a well lubricated hole could stop his hard rod.

 

She tried to flex her butt muscles to prevent him, but her legs were tied to far apart to be effective.  He bent over her positioning himself and forced his rock hard penis through her cheeks up to the tiny hole that had never had any larger than a rectal thermometer in it.  He pushed and he strained to force her open.  She fought him, but from the beginning she knew it was no use.

 

He had never sodomized a woman before.  He had seen it on videos, and they made it look easy.  The first woman he had ever fucked had told him that she had done it, but that his cock was too thick and had never opened her cheeks for him.  He had tried to broach the subject with his wife, but she would not consider it.  He knew it could be painful for the woman if the man did not move slowly.  He knew that he should apply a modest pressure, and then wait for the woman to relax her sphincter and allow him in.  Knowledge often gets swept away in the heat of passion.  Besides, he didn’t think that Carol was going to relax and open her asshole willingly.  His hands gripped her cheeks and forced them apart and slowly he felt the head of his penis winning the battle.

 

As the head cleared the gateway, the resistance vanished and he pushed four inches up her before he stopped.  She was screaming into the dildo that filled her mouth, but there was very little sound.  He knew he had hurt her, but that was noting compared to what he had planned.  Slowly he twisted and changed the angle of his penis until he found the path through her rectum into her bowels and then he pushed the rest of the way up.

 

Once deep inside of her, he bent over her, using his elbows to steady her hips and gripping her breasts with his hands.  He held her young body still and began to pump her hard.  He had not thoughts of gentleness he pistonned in and out of her violently.  He tried to stall his orgasm, but when he knew it was over he jammed himself as deeply into her as he could.  His cock throbbed and he emptied himself into her and then collapsed against her back.

 

Now that it was over, the guilt washed over him like a tidal wave.  He was not a stranger to the feeling.  He had been raised in a strict religious household and he had had the feeling every time he had masturbated beginning when he was ten.  He knew the shame and he knew its course.  He knew in time it would burn away and he would be left with an experience that he would cherish.

 

He pushed himself up off her and yanked his softening penis out of her.  He stared down at the gaping hole he had left between her cheeks.  He stared at her until finally the muscles that had been forced to submit again took charge and closed her ass.

 

He stood and pulled up his pants and retrieved his shirt.  Mentally he went through the logistics of what had just happened.  His daughter had been raped and sodomized by a gang of young thugs.  She probably had not seen and could not identify any of them.  He hadn’t said anything out loud.  There was no way she guess that one of them was her father.  He would slip away now and come back in an hour or so.  He hated leaving her strapped down like that, but she would survive for another hour.  Then he would arrive and go through all of the comforting things that he had expected himself to do when he first saw her.  She would have to live with the memory of being raped, but his actions could not affect that.  His comforting her would be a positive thing in her life and their relationship.  That much he could offer.

 

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“Oh my God” he cried.  “What happened?”  She was still shaking from the sobs though her eyes had run out of tears.  He rushed to her and knelt beside her.  She cringed when his hands touched her shoulder.  “It’s alright baby.  It’s me; I’ll get you out of this.”  He reached for the bed and with a firm motion pulled the comforter free to cover her.  Slowly he fumbled with the straps that held her, making a show of not being familiar with the mechanism and seemingly accidentally touching her intimately.

 

When he finally got her hands free and the straps across her back and hips undone, she rolled off the frame twisting her legs in the restraints that still held her thighs.  Daren pulled the blanket aside to release the remaining buckles.  It gave him a last good look at her pussy.  She didn’t seem to care that her loving daddy saw her.  He wrapped her in the blanket and lifted her off the floor and laid her on the bed and stepped back, not certain what to do next.

 

“Please don’t go.”  Her voice was weak; hoarse from crying and having a horse sized rubber penis shoved down between her vocal cords.  “Please don’t leave me alone.”  He sat on the bed next to her and reached for her hand.  She threw her arms around his neck and crawled into his lap like a small child.  “Hold me please; just hold me.”

 

“It’s alright baby” he said.  “It’s over.”  He held her and smoothed her hair.  He said nothing, just held her and petted her head.

 

“I need to take a shower” she begged, “but I don’t want to be in the bathroom alone.”

 

“I think we should call the police before you wash up” he offered.  He was almost certain what her reaction would be, but he added.  “They will want to examine you…”

 

“NO” she almost screamed.  “No, and you can’t tell anybody.”  He forced his face to remain solid and not show the smile that welling up in his chest.

 

“We have to report this” he said.  “You were assaulted…”

 

“I was raped” she shot back, “Gang raped and nobody must ever find out.”  He looked shocked at the vehemence of her response.  “What do you think they will think of me a school if they knew?  They will either think I made it up, or that I wanted it, or worse they will feel pity for me.  You think any boy will ever want to go out with me once he knows what they did to me.  You think any of my friends will still want to hang out with me?  Promise me you won’t ever tell anybody.  Anybody and that includes mom; please daddy please.”  She leaned back and looked him in the eyes waiting for his promise.  Slowly he nodded.

 

He held her as she limped slowly toward the bathroom.  The violent penetration of her asshole would take a few days to heal.  He sat on the toilet lid and watched through the glass shower door while she scrubbed herself.  She pressed the hand held shower nozzle against her pussy and spread her lips with her fingers, trying to wash away the last trace of what they had left in her.

 

That night he pressed his wife for intercourse.  She was tired and not in the mood, but eventually she realized that the shortest path to sleep involved submitting to his advances.  He kissed her he petted her and fingered her until her cunt was ready, and then he rolled her onto her stomach and told her get on her knees.  She got up on all fours, but shortly after he had his cock deep inside her he leaned forward pressing down on her shoulders.  Eventually she submitted and lay her breasts down against the mattress and arched her back presenting her pussy.

 

His hands gripped his wife’s ass and he closed his eyes and pretended he was using another younger, smaller, tighter cunt and he filled Carol’s mother.

 

He spent a lot of time alone with Carol after that.  He had convinced her that they needed to talk about what had happened.  That she needed time to process it.  That it was not healthy to pretend it didn’t happen.  At first she was reluctant.  He told her she should see a counselor.  Finally she was able to see the wisdom in his advice, but professional counselors were out.  She didn’t want her friends asking what they talked about or worse, just thinking she must be crazy.  Instead she turned to the one person who already knew her secret and slowly she began to open up to him.  She talked about what it was like, the fear, the humiliation.

 

After his private talks with his daughter, he used his wife.  He used her hard, and he started fingering her asshole while he pumped her cunt.  She said she didn’t like it but he argued that he needed to tighten her pussy or it took him longer to cum.  She was his wife and had been raised that it was her duty to submit to her husband.  If this is what he needed to control his desires… In reality he was masturbating to a fantasy, a memory, but he was using his wife’s body as receptacle.

 

“The last one was the worst” Carol said.  “I thought it was over.  I thought they had all gone.  I guess he came back, or maybe he was there all the time waiting for the others to, you know…  He was a lot bigger than them… his penis I mean, and he didn’t just shove it up me and do it.  I think he was older.  He shoved that thing all the way down my throat while he was fucking me.  I thought he was going to kill me.  I thought maybe he sent the other boys away so he could kill me so I couldn’t talk, but he didn’t.  Again, just when I thought it was over.  I thought he was done.  I mean he got out of me…”  She hesitated.  They had covered this before, and never gotten beyond this point.  “I thought he was done with me, but then he spread my ass cheeks and shoved his penis into… you know… in the back up my anus.”

 

Daren wrapped his arm around his little girl.  “I am so very proud of you” he said.  “Takes a lot of courage to shine the light on something like this; I love you.”  He held her and they walked in silence for a while.  “I want you to consider something” he suggested.  “I think you should start having sex.”  He held up his hand to silence her protests.  “Sex is a beautiful and pleasant thing for both men and women.  I am afraid your one bad experience will affect you for a long time if you don’t have good experiences to out weigh it.  You’re a healthy young girl, and yet, you still don’t even masturbate.”  She reddened at the thought.  “Do you?”  She looked down and shook her head.

 

“I used to” she admitted.  “Well, not really, but a little.  I mean, I touched… you know.  I just don’t feel like it any more.”

 

“That really worries me” he said.  “Think about it.”

 

“I can’t” she countered.  “I mean, what do I do, find a boy and tell him I want him to mount me to help me get over being raped?  You think that wouldn’t get all over school? Even if I did find someone, what if I freak out the first time he drops his pants.  Trust me, there aren’t any boys that are going to keep a bad episode a secret, and of course, I can’t just tell them that I was raped and they need to take it slow.  There’s only one man in the world that I trust, and you’re my father.”

 

“We’ll figure out something” he said and hugged her again as they walked.

 

 

 She started cussing me and my cock grew even thicker. I held her hair in both hands and yanked hard. Real hard. When her old cockhole opened to scream she soon had 7" of her son's cock down her throat. I rocked her head back and forth back and forth for about 10 minutes. my dick was soaked. "Come on Cindy start sucking" I yelled out at her. My mom did as she was told. She grabbed my balls and started to massage them. "thats good Cindy blow your boy good. Suck me like a pro" She pulled her head away. She tood a deep breath. "This is it. Then we're even?" I want to cum first. In your mouth! Your fucking father dosn't even go there! As those words came out of her mouth my father was pulling in the driveway.

  She looked up me with a smile. " Well dads home lets not get caught" Finish I said! No time she said.BULLSHIT, I replied. Hurry up you bastard! she snapped. How? Start fucking my mouth you piece of shit she yelled . I then put a tight grip on both sides of her face and started to mouth fuck the shit out of her. I was getting close to losing it as the sounds of my balls slapping her chin and her gagging filled the air. I looked down to see gallons of saliva soaking her shirt. She must have sensed i was close and tried to pull away. I grabbed the back of her head and burried her face to my ballsack and thrusted violently and started spewing shot after shot after shot of man juice down her throat. As I withdrew i looked down and My own mother was a spit and cum covered mess laying on my bed tring to get a breath. I noticed something and I got hard again. I seen her big ass and her crotch were soaked also. "You loved me raping your mouth didn't you" I said. She got up wiped the left over cum from her face, smiled and replied with a "FUCK YOU"! She then went ot her room to freshen up.

 After I had slipped of my shirt and took off my bra I slid of my little shorts and was just standing there in my panties as I got the shower water just right. My cock or as mom calls it my big clit was rock hard and poking out the top. When the water was just right I slid off my panties and got in the shower.  I leaned back and let the water soak my long red hair while I soaped the washcloth and started washing my body. I was totally taken off guard when I felt a hand around my hard cock. I opened my eyes to see my beautiful mom naked with her big firm tits right in my face. She had my hard cock in her hand and she was slowly stroking it up and down the shaft. I leaned over and started kissing her chest like she had shown me, working my way slowly to her hard nipple running my tongue around it and gently sucking on it. I heard a moan but was not sure if it was her or me. She continued to slowly work my cock. Bobbie do you like it when mommy plays with your hard clit? Yes mama it feels so good I said not wanting her to ever stop. I was shaking all over; I had to put my hands on her hips as I was afraid of falling down. She took one of my hands and moved it between her legs and had I felt how hot and wet she was. She moved my hand around and around on her clit. That’s it baby that’s the way to rub mama clit she said. She took her hand away and slid it around to my ass and pulled me closer to her. She continued to stroke my cock as her hand slid down my ass crack and found my virgin ass hole. A shock wave went through me as she inserted the tip of her finger in to my tight ass. It is ok baby just relax; let mama show you how good it can feel to have some one inside you. She worked her finger further in to me and started working it in and out. I could take no more I shot load  after load  of hot cum all over my mother leg , she had her finger buried all the way in my ass and I just collapsed angst her.

I stood back up and she leaned down and kissed me. “Lets get cleaned up we have some shopping to do”. Se said with a big smile.

 We had been shopping all day and having a wonderful time. We had picked out some really nice things for my room and could not wait to get home to set every thing up. The only thing left was my new bedroom furniture. Mom and I had picked out this really beautiful queen size bed with a canopy; night stands, dresser and my own vanity. I loved it but it was more money than we had left. I told my mom that it was ok we could find something that cost less. She looked down at me and said let me talk to the sales manager and see if I can get him to come down on the price a little. We walked back to the sales office and she looked in the manager’s open door. Can I help you asked the man behind the desk? Yes my mother said. We have picked out some lovely furniture for my little girls room but it is a little more that we wanted to spend. We where wondering if you could come down on the price a little. The man stood up and walked around the desk and looked my mom up and down. She was wearing a pear of shorts and a tight fitting shirt with no bra. He looked from her long brown legs up to her firm tits that you could see her nipples were hard as rocks.  He then looked over at me in my short skirt and blouse. Mom had done my makeup and hair so I looked very cute today. I could see that his dick was getting hard in his pants as he looked at the two of us. He looked back up at my mom and said we might be able to work something out why don’t you close the door and we will talk more about it. Mom closed the door and when she turned around the man had opened his pants and  pulled out his cock. I could not believe how big it was. It had to be 8” long and looked so hard. I did not know what to do I could not believe what was going on. My mom walked over to the man and took the huge dick in her hand and started rubbing it as she kneeled in front of him. She licked the tip of the man’s cock and he closed his eyes and leaned back agents his desk. Oh yes that’s it lick that cock he said. She looked over at me and I was just standing there with my mouth wide open. She smiled at me and come here Bobbie mommy wants to teach you something new. I walked over and kneeled now next to my mom and she went back to work on the big cock. She worked it in and out of her mouth licked and sucked the head of his cock up and down the shaft then she would slowly work the whole thing down her trout. I was just lost I could feel my cock getting hard and sliding out of my panties. Then came the big shocker mom pulled the mans cock out of her mouth it was wet and dripping with her saliva and his prcum. Ok baby se said you turn. I did not know what to do. I leaned forward and licked the tip if the rock hard dick not knowing what to expect, it felt good on my tongue. Open your mouth Bobbie and put as much of it as you can in. I did as I was told and started moving it in and out of my mouth. The manager just kept saying how good it felt and don’t stop just suck that cock over and over. I really did not hear much of what he said I was now lost in sucking this grate hard dick. I moved more and more in my mouth sucking for all I was worth. Then I went a little too far and gagged my self. Mom told me that it was ok that I just needed to work on relaxing my throat more. I was really getting in to it when my mom leaned down and started licking the mans ball while I sucked his big dick. All of a sudden I felt his dick grow even larger in my mouth and he put his hand on the back of me head and started fucking my face I tried the best I could to just relax and let him go. I stilled gagged a little but I did not care I was loving it. Then I felt his hot cum shoot strait down my throat, he kept pumping and pumping hot loads of cum in to my mouth. I could not take it all it was leaking out of my mouth no mater how much I swallowed. Finley he stopped and pulled his dick from my still hungry mouth. I looked over at my mom with a big smile on my cum covered face. She leaned over and licked and kissed my face until I was nice and clean. We both stood up I straitened my skirt as best I could and tried in vain to tuck my hard cock back between my ass cheeks. Well what do you think about a 50% off with free delivery to day the manager said as he pulled up his pants. Mom and I looked at each other and smiled we think that will work just fine we said.

 After finishing all the paper work we headed for the car. Mom looked at her watch and said oh baby we have to get a move on Joy will be at the house in less that an hour to help us do some more unpacking, and I cant wait for you to meat her she was my best friend growing up. I just got in the car and my mind was still spinning about what had taken place to day. All I knew is that I was enjoying being mommy little girl more and more every day.

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