I’d been told many times to never let anyone ever touch my privates by my mother and if it were to ever happen, I was to tell her straight away.

I’d often wondered why anyone would ever want to touch my privates anyway.

After all, that was where I peed from and why anyone would want to touch somewhere where you peed from?

But now, having someone’s finger touching me down there and causing these strange new sensations to flow through my entire body, I could understand why.

It felt good.

Because the bedroom was in total darkness, I had no way of knowing who it was that was touching my privates.

Maybe it was someone who’d sneaked into the house while everyone was asleep?

That thought scared me a bit, but as the person who continued to rub their finger up and out the outside of my PJ bottoms wasn’t hurting me in any way, I doubted that it was someone from outside the household.

That only left my older brother Dean, Daddy or mum, and I really couldn’t see any of them playing around with me in this way.

The person, who was playing with me, moved the tip of their finger upwards, to just above my slit and started to lightly scratch at the small bump that I knew was there.

Stronger sensations started to flow through my body and I nearly cried out in pleasure, but somehow managed to keep quite.

I felt my stomach muscles twitching and also my legs were beginning to shake slightly.

I wished that I’d not worn PJ’s to bed last night.

I knew it was naughty of me to think what I was thinking, but I wondered what would have happened had I not been wearing anything down below?

Suddenly I felt a warm gush down there and thought I’d just peed myself, but this had felt way different from any peeing I’d ever done before.

I cried out in surprise when it first hit me and whoever had been playing with me, suddenly got up from beside my bed and I heard him leave.

Why I thought it was a male, I don’t know, but I couldn’t see mum ever touching me down there, not after warning me so many times about it.

I waited a few seconds to see if he’d come back, but he didn’t.

I then shoved my hand inside my PJ bottom and felt myself down there.

Instead of the wetness I’d expected from pee, it felt slightly sticky.

My exploring fingers soon found the small bump he’d been playing with from the outside of my PJ’s and I began to do what he’d been doing to me.

To my amazement, the same strange sensations he’d be causing me to have, came back forcefully.

Because it was so sensitive, it took only a minute or two before that same warm, gush flooded my PJ’s.

Whoever it had been, had awoken in me, a new and wonderful world of sensations.

I decided that I liked these new feelings racing through my entire body and would keep on playing with that small bump from now on.

I rubbed my fingers in the wet goo between my thighs and even slipped the tip of my finger just inside my lips.

I’d never ever touched myself down there before tonight, except for when I wiped myself dry and even though mum had always said that good girls never touched their privates and to do so was a sin and I’d go to hell for it if ever I did it, I felt as though having my finger inside myself was the most natural thing in the world to do.

I didn’t feel like a sinner.

Instead, I felt as though I wanted more than just my small finger up inside of me, why I felt like that, I had no idea.

I pushed my finger inside as far as it’d go until something soft, yet tough stopped my finger’s entry.

I thought that was the very bottom of my thingy, or as I’d once heard it described as a vagina.

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“What do you mean by that?” she asked.

“What do you think I mean?” I replied.

 

With that she was quiet and didn’t respond.  She changed the subject to meeting half way in between our two towns and going out for the weekend.  While she was telling me her thoughts for what we should do, I was wondering if she was thinking about what I had said and if it turned her on too.  We made plans to stay at a cottage near where our father was living.  It was inexpensive to stay at, and we could each get our own room.  She had said that every two rooms share a shower. I was hoping that our rooms would share one.

 

“What did you mean by what you said earlier?” she asked

“Well maybe I meant that we could help each other find someone to get rid of our sexual frustration, or maybe I meant that we could just help each other with our sexual frustrations. Which one do you think I meant?” I said to her.

 

“your crazy”, she told me.

“ I know” I replied

“so does our getting together and  having sex turn you on a little or a lot?” I asked.

“Well…it turns me on a lot, but it is weird, we are brother and sister.” she said.

“I know that, but who cares if it is weird, we should just do it and see if we like it” I told her.

 

After that conversation we decided to meet at the bed and breakfast. Once there we started watching a movie while nothing happened for the first half, I reached down and started rubbing her leg.  She opened her legs, I took this as a signal that she wanted me to continue.  As I slid her shorts down her ass and legs I admired the firmness of my sisters ass and couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. Once her shorts were off I went straight to rubbing her ass cheeks and spreading them apart.  I worked my tongue between her cheeks and teased her asshole with it. She moaned and pushed against my tongue. I turned her over onto her back and spread her legs so I could look at my sisters bald pussy. Here I was with my dick throbbing and just inches from my sisters wet pussy, I couldn’t wait any longer. I positioned the head of my dick at the entrance to her pussy and with one hard stroke, I drove the entire length of my cock deep into her snatch.  She let out a long moan as my balls slapped against her asshole.  I began to slowly stroke the length of my cock in and out of her silky soft pussy. I looked down at her with a smile.

 

“you like fucking your brother don’t you?” I asked

“oh yes” she moaned

“that’s good, cause I love fucking my sisters tight little pussy” I told her

the more I told her how good her pussy felt and how much I enjoyed fucking my sister, the more she got turned on. Before long I felt her pussy squeezing my cock in uncontrollable spasms. We were both trying to be quiet so that no one would hear us, but as her orgasm continued and her pussy was contracting around my cock, I told her that I was going to cum and told her to grab my balls and squeeze them and pull. As soon as she grabbed my balls and began to squeeze and pull on them, I couldn’t take it any longer, I shot load after load of my hot cum deep into her pussy.  Once we were both recovered, I reached over and sucked on her beautiful tits while running my hand down her stomach to her pussy.  I could feel my cum running out from her pussy and running down across her asshole. I looked at her with a smile as I tickled her asshole with my finger.

 

“what are you smiling about?” she asked.

“just thinking how much I enjoyed your pussy”, I said, “ and I was thinking how good your ass would feel.”

“oh, so now you want to fuck my ass huh?” she asked with a little grin.

“well now that you mention it, I figure since there is so much cum already on your ass for lubrication and my dick is getting hard again just thinking about it, I would love to fuck you in the ass.” I told her

 

with that said I got between her legs again and stroked my now hard cock, in her pussy a few times to get it lubed up as well.  I then lifted her legs up in the air and placed them on my shoulders so that her asshole was raised up and I could slide my dick in.  I placed the head of my dick to the entrance of her tighest hole and slowly began to push. When the head was inside I felt her begin to relax.  I slowly pushed the entire length of my dick inside her tight little asshole and watched her face the whole time as it changed from pleasure to looks of pain and then back to pleasure.  Once she felt my balls pressing against her ass cheeks she told me to stay still for a minute until her ass got used to my dick being inside.  After a minute or two I felt her starting to rock back and forth on my cock.  As soon as she began this, I pushed her legs up off of my shoulders and started stroking her ass from the tip of my cock all the way to the base.

 

“fuck me harder, fuck my ass harder” she moaned.

 

With that I pulled my cock out of her ass and turned her over so that I could really fuck her.  As I started to push the head of my dick back into her ass, I grabbed her hips and drove the entire length into her in one quick stroke.  She gasped in pain, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was how good it felt to be here fucking my slut of a sister in her ass.  As I kept on pounding my cock into her ass I could hear her say that it was starting to hurt and wanted me to quit, but I just ignored her. After a few more minutes I could hear her begin to cry and beg me to stop, but I was obsessed with lust and the more she cried the more I enjoyed punishing her asshole with my throbbing cock. With a few long slow strokes I felt my balls begin to tighten and I told my sister that I was going to fill her ass with my cum, with that I shoved my dick in as hard and deep as I could and began to cum with more force than I thought possible.  As I kept her pinned to the bed while I was cumming in her ass, I reached under her and started rubbing her pussy while my dick started to go limp in her ass.  I slowly withdrew my cock from her ass and rolled off of her.  Lying beside her I turned her so she was facing me and wiped away the few tears that were still sliding down her face. Then I gave her a kiss and told her that was the best sex I had ever had.  We both lay there naked holding eachother the rest of the night.  The next day I already began making plans on what we could do next time.

What I saw right then and there shook me all the way on my feet and would change my life forever.

My mother was lying on the bed, dressed in nothing but a pair of brown nylon knee stockings. She was lying backwards, legs spread wide, bent at the knees, and a humming vibrator deep in her ass! She was constantly curling her toes and I noticed clearly how her hairy sphincter was constantly tightening and loosening around the pumping vibrator.

This image aroused me so much my cock was at attention in no more than 2 seconds.

The fact was: I had been fantasizing about my mother for several years now, and believe it or not, my fantasies were mainly anal in nature and her feet made a frequent appearance in them as well. It was like a fantasy come true!

On my PC I had converted all my fantasies into stories, with the intention of posting them to one of those sex story sites. So you the coincidence involved in this situation was beyond belief. The only thing missing here was that this discovery would turn into a real-life fuckfest; but I realize that would be pushing the moment. So I decided to enjoy this thing to the fullest and be the luckiest peeping Tom ever.

I took my boner from my underpants and started jacking off while gazing at my mother and that humming sex toy in between her butt cheeks.  God, how I wished to find out what that asshole of her smells like, and tastes like, and feels like throbbing around my shaft.

I heard her moaning again, and decided to listen in on what it was she was moaning.

"Oooh, yesss. Ram that lovely fat cock in my ass to the balls. Push it al the way inside. I want you in my ass so fucking much."

I was overcome by lust outside that bedroom, enjoying the images before me and that fucking hot language coming from my own mother. I'd never heard her utter any of those words in my life.

"Yeah, like that. Put your tongue in my mouth, pour all that delicious saliva down my throat, and taste mine," my mother whispered wantonly.

If she was going to keep that dirty talk up, I wouldn't last a minute and I'd cream her door at the spot. I was furiously jerking away and the side of my hand was making pounding sounds on my nut sack. Suddenly her voice became louder.

"Jesus, Simon, my cunt is just squirting juices all over the bed. That's how wild you drive me."

Holy mother of God, my mother is talking about ME. She's fantasizing about ME! That vibrator is continually sliding in and out of her nasty brown pucker and she is imagining it to be MY cock. Whom else would she be referring to; after all, I'm the only Simon in her life.

I was more and more aware of the fact that my mother, my horny mother, has been fantasizing about me for some time now too, and that very thought was rocking my world.

I kept jacking off, waiting, hoping for more revelations.

"Are you sliding nice 'n good, Simon? Is that fucking hot cock meat of yours sliding deep inside my butt? Is my asshole milking your dick really good? Is it? That's because your cock is making my ass feel so good."

If I weren't this horny, I'd laugh my ass off, hearing her talk as if she's talking to a small child. Yet at the same time it was exciting me beyond belief.

"My asshole has the hots for you like my whole body has the hots for you. My tongue has the hots for you, my tits, my nipples, my sopping wet pussy, my ass, my toes... I know you would like very much to suck my toes, Simon. That's why I decided to wear these stockings, especially for you.

Uuuhhn, please. Please Simon, please suck my toes..."

I could no longer restrain myself and stormed into my mother's bedroom. I knew I was taking a big chance, but I knew she could no longer deny her feelings for me. And she obviously knew what I felt for her.

My mother watched me barge into her room, cock bouncing along, yet was looking at me as if it was the only thing she expected.

"So you finally decided to come in. I thought you would never do it. I knew you've been standing there and I was hoping you would find the courage to come in, and give me what you've been giving me in those hot, nasty stories you wrote about us."

I looked at my mother in pleasant surprise as she confessed her knowledge about my main hobby.

"Yes, that's right. I know about those, because you see, I've read them all. Each time you went out, I immediately went to your room, turned on your computer, and checked for new stories. You wouldn't believe how hard I came each time I read a new story. And since we obviously made each other so hot, I decided it was time to see if you were ready for the real thing."

"I can't help it, mom. You're turning me on so much," I answered, almost whining.

"It doesn't matter, hon. You're making me hot too. And now we know about each other, so we have no more reason to hide it. As a matter of fact, now you can start writing below the title of your stories that it's all based on fact. We'll do all of it together, and you'll send the stories to those Internet sites with those sex stories. I've heard that a lot of people secretly get turned on by incest stories. But let's start now, honey. I've been waiting for far too long now, and so have you. Do what ever you wanted to do to me the most."

"This is going to be so good, momma. This is going to be such a hot night. I wanna suck your toes, mom. I wanna lick al over the seams of your stockings and suck your toes while you're wearing them."

"Go right ahead, son. Come here and suck on momma's toes."

I crawled onto the bed where my mother was laying with legs spread, feet in my direction, and grabbed my mother's stocking clad feet. I started massaging her big toes between my thumbs and index fingers, and then lifted them to my face. While my mother was watching on with squinted eyes, I tenderly licked over the seam of her brown stockings, which was placed over the tips of her toes. I tasted the synthetic nylon, and felt her toes wiggle underneath the tip of my tongue. And then, under the hottest moans of my mother, I pressed both feet together, side to side, and stuffed as many toes as possible into my mouth, and started sucking them passionately.

As my mother moaned, and curled her toes in my mouth, my tongue slid all over and around her toes. I sucked them with vigor. I playfully pushed my tongue between her toes, pressing the nylon of her stocking in between, and then gently bit her toes.

"Oh God, you're toes are so delicious, mom. They taste so good on my tongue. It's just driving me wild."

Then I dragged the full length of my tongue across the soles of her feet, from her heels to her top of her big toes. Then I started sucking again.

"Keep sucking my toes, son. From now on you can suck on them as whenever you want, as long as no one is around."

"Thanks mom. But your toes were not the only thing I think are worth sucking," I said mysteriously as my eyes were transfixed on her hairy, dripping brown snatch. Her oozing cunt was so wet, her brown rug of hair was damn near completely matted against her skin.

I slowly crawled forward, and the scent of her leaking pussy was getting more and more eminent. The more intoxicating the odor of her cunt got, the more I just wanted to press my tongue into her slit, and suck her dry. And I knew I would get the chance to do just that.

At this moment I felt I was in heaven. By now I was lying with my head between her thighs, and pushed her legs wide apart.

"Lick it, Simon. I can no longer wait, son. Lick my cunt. Suck out my fucking juices."

"All right," I said and immediately started lapping between her thick lips from bottom to top with the full length of my tongue. I tasted the saltiness of her cuntal ooze, and thick strands of my saliva, mixed with my mother's juices connected my tongue with her fragrant muff, as I licked and slurped at my mom's pussy like a thirsty dog.

"Aaahhh, Jesus. Yes, like that. Eat my cunt, stick your tongue in my pussy and fuck it. Yeah like that! UUUnnnh, shit, you lick your mother's cunt so fucking good," my mother yelled out uncontrollably.

With muffled sounds and moans I had my face pressed tightly against her slit, with my mouth over the opening of her vagina, and started tongue fucking her pussy HARD. The scent of her ripe cunt made me dizzy and more excited simultaneously. Her thick vaginal syrup dripped from the corners of my mouth downwards to my chin and to where her pussy stopped, and the crack of her ass begun. And when she wiggled on the bed, and the cheeks of her ass were moving, the juice would leak across her asshole to the sheets, making a large dark stain.

Under sloppy sounds, my tongue was sliding in and out of my mother's pussy hole like a pile driver, drilling into the red, warm tunnel I appeared from some 18 and a half years ago.

"Mmmmp, mmmmp, mmmp, your pussy is so hot, mom. Hot and wet," my voice managed to utter coming from between my mother's brown cunt flaps.

A thick drop of vaginal fluid slid across her left buttock and quickly I licked it off before it was wasted on the moist sheets.

"This is unbelievable. I could never have imagined that my own son would be such a fantastic pussy eater. Had I known, I would have kicked your father out the door a lot sooner. Oohh, yes. Keep sucking that clit,"

Which is what I did for some time.

This slurping and sucking activity went on for minutes until the room was completely filled with the odor of wet cunt.

My mother could stand it no more and grabbed a handful of my hair, to carefully pull me forward. I had my face hanging just inches over her face, and looked her straight in the eye. About ten seconds had passed when she suddenly, without warning, stuck her tongue, layered with thick saliva, deep in my mouth. Her drool dripped down my chin and over my tongue. White foaming spit filled up the spaces between the corners of our mouths. When our lips finally unlocked they were connected with many thick strands of our oral fluids.

"Like it?" my mother asked huskily.

"I love it," was my reply, after which I filled my own mouth with my saliva and closed an open mouth over my mother's, and flooded it with my oral fluids. She swallowed it all moaning heavily.

"Don't spill too much of it, I want a lot of that stuff in my hole. You know what hole I'm talking about, don't you?"

I sure did.

"Your asshole."

"That's right," my mother whispered as she looked me straight in the eyes. "My shithole. My ass. My brown crease. My pucker. My anus. My butt. My turd pipe. My fart box. I want your tongue over it and in it. Right NOW!"

"Mom, I'm gonna lick and suck your asshole until it swells to a red, wrinkled pucker, like I've seen on the Internet just days ago."

I could no longer contain myself and dove back and down, pushed her legs up until her knees pressed tightly against her fleshy boobs (damn, in all my haste I'd just ignored those lovely, succulent breasts. Well, we've got plenty of time).

With both hands I pulled my mother's ass cheeks wide apart, and exposed her brown, pinching starfish. A fat, wrinkled, hair covered anus. Her asshole winked at me. I dove between the cheeks of her ass face first, pressed my nose tightly against her hole, and snorted hard to inhale the smell of her asshole. FANTASTIC!

Then I could no longer control myself and started to lustfully lap over her shithole like a thirsty dog.

"UUUUHHNN. Yeah, like that, Simon. Lick my ass, son. All over my brown box. Taste my ass. Stick your tongue in, tongue fuck my ass, boy!"

I puckered up, and let a thick drop of saliva descend onto her hot brown anus, then rubbed it smoothly over her hole with my index and middle finger.

After lubing it up, I aimed my tongue at the center of her wrinkled backdoor opening, and slid deep into my mother's ass thanks to the abundance of spit.

I felt the narrow channel of her ass push me back out nervously, but I pushed right back and managed to slide a little deeper. This way I fucked my mother's butt with my drooling tongue, until I managed to get all of my tongue in her tasty, smelly ass.

"Yes, that's right, Simon. Stick it all the way in. Fuck my ass with your tongue. Deeperrrr. Uuuunnh."

After a few minutes of this it got a little rougher and I bobbed my head and drilled a pointed tongue into her ass continuously, an ass that by now sported a gaping, red hole. The sloppy squelching sounds I at first made in my mother's pussy, I was no making in her nasty butt, my mother's butt!

I pressed two fingers in her asshole, twisted them around and frigged away. Then I pulled them out and stuck them in my mouth, tasting her ass even better. After this I followed the same ritual, but now offered my fingers to my mothers: "Want a taste?"

"I'd love to," she uttered and took my fingers between her lips. "Mmmmm. I never knew my own ass tastes so good. I'm sure gonna enjoy it more from now on."

"In a moment you can taste mine, mom. But first I'm gonna enjoy this," I said and closed my mouth over her brown shitter.

Then I proceeded to suck on her butthole hard, making obscenely loud smacking and slurping noises.

"Yesss. Like that. Suck my ass. Goddamn, I've never felt anything like this. Someone sucking my asshole the way you do."

I drilled my tongue back where the sun never shines and savagely twisted my head, cleaning out her ass with my tongue. I pulled back and noticed my mother squeezing her ass muscles, pushing out a thick yellowish drop of ass juice. I didn't hesitate for a second and lapped the drop off of her swollen pucker.

Then my mother caught me by surprise as she let fly a meaty, long lasting and very loud fart, straight into my face. The hot gas blew partially into my nostrils, partially into my mouth. The seconds following that, as I lay stunned between my mother's thighs, a funky odor filled the room.

"It was bound to happen, son," my mother chuckled, "After all this was in one of your stories too, and the opportunity arose."

I couldn't deny I had indeed fantasized about my mother blowing farts into my face. But somehow I never thought she would do this. I thought she would draw the line somewhere.

Lucky for me I didn't have any written fantasies about watersports or scat, or things could have gotten really messy.

After the element of surprise had passed, I decided to enjoy this to the fullest, and inhaled my mother's intoxicating fart smell. Then I continued closing my mouth over her brown poop chute. I continued sucking and slurping away at that still swelling pucker.

"Ooh, yes, that's what I like! Suck that ass of mine!"

Suddenly my mother grabbed me by the hair, pulling me forward without force, right until my face was looming over hers.

Again she pried into my soul with her brown eyes.

"Tell me what turns you on the most. What makes you hotter than anything? Look into my eyes and tell me."

As I gazed into her lust filled eyes: "Everything that concerns you. Sucking your tasty asshole, drinking your ass juices. Sucking your toes, with and without stockings. But what I would also love is for you to tongue fuck MY ass, for you to taste and smell my asshole. I can hardly wait to feel your soft, wet, warm tongue sliding into my butt, mom."

"Why don't you turn around, so momma can give you what you crave for?"

I laid back on the bed, pulled up my legs, bending at the knees, and spread as wide as possible. Never in my life had I felt more exposed as I did then. Each part of body, normally covered or clothed, was now open and offered for my own mother to view. She could look straight into my ass. She looked at all of it.

I felt her gaze floating over my crotch, my cock and balls, and a shudder of pure pleasure thundered through me as I could just feel her eyes concentrating on my hairy brown asshole. Like a panther on the prowl my mother slowly crawled towards me, right until her face was just about 4 inches away from my buttocks. She should have been able to smell my ass at that point. She laid a hand on each of my butt cheeks, and pulled them apart as much as possible.

Then I felt how she brought her nose between my globes, moaning extremely hot, inhaled the smell of my brown starfish. I was right after that that she pressed her nose hard against my pucker and snorted long and hard. I shivered because of the feeling, but also because this wild situation.

"Uuuuhmm, your ass smells so hot," she whispered, hotter than I'd ever heard.

"So hot, I wanna taste it, Simon. Can I please taste it?"

"If you remain calm, you can have a taste. Then you have to tell me how much you enjoy the taste."

My mother licked at my brown-eye with the tip of her tongue. I shivered again at the sensation of that wet squirming tongue on my hole. The feeling caused me to repeatedly pinch my sphincter, that way teasingly pinching the tip of my mother's tongue with my asshole.

"Mmm... taste sooo good," she mumbled from between my cheeks.

"REAL good?" I asked her.

"Magnificently, finger licking good."

"Then let yourself go, mom. Make me feel how tasty you think my ass is."

This is something I didn't have to say twice as she buried her face in the crack of my ass, and lapped thirstily along my crack from bottom to top. Globs of warm saliva drooled down my crack onto the sheets, and I enjoyed immensely as she started violently digging into my tight hole with the tip of her tongue, like a pig looking for truffles. Sloppy sounds rose from between my cheeks thanks to my ass-eating mother.

My anus got more and more slippery as she continued digging into my butt. With hard bobbing motions she thrust her head up and down and I could feel her tongue going deeper inside each time she entered; in between she twisted her head to lubricate the inside of my ass with her spit. Moaning and slurping my mother feasted on her son's smelly asshole as I bounced on the bed, grabbed the sheets in my clenched fists, and started yelling. My mother spat a huge amount of her saliva on my swollen pucker and squished her tongue back deep inside. Her drool gushed out alongside her tongue going in. More than half her tongue was locked in my ass, and was wiggling inside as she looked, right over my cock and balls, into my eyes.

Again she took her tongue out, this time with a noisy plop, but now she closed her mouth over my somewhat gaping asshole. Loudly smacking and slurping she began to suck on my shithole. I floundered on the bed like a de-hydrating fish because of the feeling that had to resemble a vacuum cleaner on my asshole, only a warm and wet one.

I could no longer control myself and let go of a huge fart, straight into my mother's mouth. But not for a second did she take her mouth off my ass, instead just kept sucking. She swallowed away the warm gas, along with the ass juices I could feel dribbling out of my hole.

"That's how much I like your tasty ass, son," my mother puffed as she supported herself on her elbows.

She grabbed my cock and started beating me off, after she smeared the precum from the head of my prick all over my cock. With the middle finger of her other hand she started finger fucking my ass. This went slick, thanks due to the excess saliva that was still over and in my pucker.

A shitting feeling is what she gave me, especially after she added her index finger. As time went, her jerking right hand went faster and faster, as did the two digits in my butthole.

After about two minutes she shagged my ass like mad with her fingers and jacked my cock off as if she was trying to break a world record. I could no longer hold back and my jizz shot from my balls to my shaft, which started spewing cum like a fountain. My loins were flying up and down on the bed and I hollered loudly, my cum shot into the air for more than a yard, a personal record for me. My mother dove forward and started licking furiously around and over the head of my cock, my semen shooting at the roof of her mouth. She kept swallowing her boy's load and licked and sucked every drop that coated her tongue.

When I was done she took my cock in her mouth and sucked it completely clean, moaning and enjoying.

"Goddamn," I puffed with squeaky voice, "I just couldn't hold it, mom. You're fingers... in my... (swallow)... ass did the trick."

"Don't worry about it, honey. It's not even half past twelve. We've got all night and all weekend, and we've got a long way to go before we've covered all bases."

After her last word she slid her fingers from my asshole and stuck them in her mouth. Wantonly and sucked and licked the ass juice from her fingers.

She came lying next to me and lit a cigarette.

"So now you know what it's like. What it's like to actually experience what you write in your stories. How did you like it?"

"Mom, I honestly have to say you surpass any fantasies I might have had. When you fantasize, the scents and tastes are not clear, not real. But know I know what your body really tastes and smell like, and it's better than I ever imagined.

You know, I've been fantasizing about your feet for so long. Each time you put your stocking clad feet on the table as you were watching the television, I secretly ogled your feet. The way you moved them, curled your toes. My mouth was usually watering at the sight. After that I usually went upstairs, write another part of a story, and then jerk off.

The next thing I did was fantasize about your ass. What your asshole would look like. What it would smell like. I wanted to know so badly I rubbed my own asshole with my fingers, and smelled them, pretending it was your asshole I smelled. Then I'd beat off and cum hard.

After that I decided to look for dirty panties in the hamper. And when I found them, I pressed the brown part against my nose so I could smell your ass on them. I'd squirt my load in your panties, and throw them back in the hamper. After that I look through your closet and get a pair of clean nylon stockings, and licked them, and sucked the foot part into my mouth, pretending your foot was in it."

My mother was masturbating heavily as she listened to what I said I did.

"I found your vibrator, mom."

My mother momentarily stopped frigging herself and looked surprised, then continued jacking herself off.

"I found it in the top of your closet. I thought to myself: dad went out of the house such a long time ago, and you haven't had any male company for so long, you just HAD to have had a vibrator. So I searched your closet. When I found it, I made sure nobody was home. After I knew for sure, I first smelled it, and I could smell your cunt on it, mom. So then I took the vibrator in my mouth and sucked it as if I could still suck off your pussy juice. Just the idea that it had been fucking your hot, wet cunt and that it was in my mouth was enough for me to cum."

"You know, Simon, I didn't just fuck my pussy with that thing, a fucked my butt with that thing too. I used to slide it all the way into my asshole up 'til the very end of it. So even then you were tasting my ass, I guess. You just didn't know it."

"Had I known, I would've just gotten hotter, mom."

My mother put her hand on my flaccid member and started to stroke it calmly.

"Now that you've tried out some of your fantasies, were there any others that come to mind?"

"Well, lately... I've begun to notice how prude and introvert Cindy (my oldest sister, 21 years old) is. She always wears long pants, thick wool sweater closed to the neck. While it's obvious that she's got big, nicely rounded breasts. And those glasses she wears look good on her, but give her even more of that prissy frigid demeanor. She usually wears pantyhose or stockings, nice light brown ones, just like you do, and I've noticed long ago how good her feet look. So... lately I have begun to fantasize about her. But she's so damn prude, I guess it'll never happen."

"Well well. So you're really starting to get into the family thing, huh? You nasty boy. Tell me, have you been thinking about Paula (my youngest sister, 17 years old) too?"

"Not really, Paula is more of the slutty type, so between the three of you I would think she would have been the one most likely to fuck her own relative, and it kind of diminishes the excitement. Which doesn't mean I wouldn't like to shaft her all night."

"You know, Simon, ever since I've found out you were fantasizing about me, I've started fantasizing about you, as you know. But I have been thinking about Cindy and Paula too. The most intense fantasy I've had so far I've had a few days ago, even before I decided to seduce you. I fantasized about the four of us, on this bed right here, fulfilling all of our wildest fantasies in a really hot family get together. Me and Cindy wore brown knee stockings, the ones that turn you on, and Paula wore a nice black lingerie set.

The things we just did were nothing compared to the things we did in my fantasy. You wanna know what, Simon?"

All I could do was nod.

"You were laying on the bed, watching. Paula was sucking your cock, it was dripping with her spit. Meanwhile she was massaging my toes. You and her were watching as me and Cindy were laying in each other's arms, frenching like hot lesbians. Our tongues slid all over and around each other and we were snowballing our drool like thirsty bitches, sucking the spit out of each other's mouths. God, how I loved the taste of her saliva, Simon."

By now I was tugging at my shaft again, which had been growing to maximum proportion through my mother's monologue. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mother was telling me the hottest details of what she did with her own children in her fantasies.

"Paula momentarily stopped slurping on your cock and took my toes in her mouth, sucking noisily on my stocking clad toes. Cindy was sucking on my fat nipples, Simon. I squeezed my tits hard, and milk squirted out. Cindy stuck out her tongue, and I aimed straight for it. The milk was squirting all over her tongue and in her mouth, and she swallowed my tit juice.

I laid back with Paula still licking and sucking on my toes, which were literally dripping with her spit, and spread my legs. I grabbed Paula by the back of the head, and pulled her face deep into my wet steaming cunt. While Paula was alternately slurping away at my toes and your cock and balls, Cindy was slurping away at my hot, buttery cunt., Simon. Can you see it in your mind? Her glasses even fogged up from the heat of my snatch.

She lapped up my juices straight from between my fat, swollen cunt lips. Her whole chin was wet and shiny from my juices

Then I turned around and got on my hands and knees, looking backwards. I supported my body on my elbows, and Cindy was hanging over my ass with her face in a way that enables you to see her face as well as my butt, Simon.

And while Cindy was looking you straight in the eye through those glasses of hers, she started lapping at my smelly asshole, Simon. She poked hard into my shithole with the tip of her tongue, and started moaning. Then she drooled over my pucker, and slid her tongue deep in my butt, Simon. Your prude sister fucked your and her own mother hard in the ass with her wet warm tongue. You could see clearly how her tongue continually disappeared into my shitter as she tongue fucked it. And you could see me squeezing her tongue right back out with the rim of my asshole."

I couldn't restrain myself any longer and crawled over my mother. I started lapping over her fleshy tits like mad and sucked her huge nipples into my mouth. Breathing hard my mother squeezed her melons and I felt her warm milk squirt into my mouth.

"Drink mommy's milk, Simon. Suck my breasts and drink my milk."

I held my tongue out and my mother squeezed her boobs again. Milk came out in no less than three squirts simultaneously, squirting over my tongue. I closed my mouth over the giant aureole and nearly sucked half my mom's tit in, which was a big enough accomplishment as it was.

"Fuck me, Simon! Shove your cock in my cunt and pound me deep and hard."

I quickly took place between my mother's thighs and aimed my rod between her big brown flaps, put it against her rose shaped vaginal opening and slid into her searing hot and dripping wet snatch. Instantly I started jack hammering my cock into her slit, so hard my balls were slapping loudly against her ass.

"That's it, fuck me hard, I want to feel your balls pressing against my asshole, that's how deep I want you to go."

Slurping, sloppy sounds filled the room as I drilled into my mother's pussy like a pile driver. Each time I slid out, a frothy white ring of pussy juice was on my cock and the draft that went along my shaft felt cold.

My mother crossed her legs behind my ass pulling me in deeper. As good as I could manage with that leg lock on my ass, I pumped in and out of the sucking, frothing cunt of my mom, which felt like a hot oven.

"Your pussy is so hot and tight, mom. My cock feels like it's burning up."

"My pussy's hot for your cock, Simon. It's hot and wet because of you," my mother responded as she took my banging lying down.

I managed to get up with my upper body, so that I had a good view of my mother's body, shaking on the bed because of the force my pounding loins had on hers. I looked her in the eyes, and lifted her legs. As my rod kept sliding between her brown slippery lips, I brought her feet to my face and started to lick her toes again. Then I ripped open her stockings and took her naked big toes into my mouth. As I stared into her eyes, I sucked on both of her big toes at the same time. I sucked and slurped on them with a bobbing head, as if I was sucking a cock.

"Let's turn around. I want to sit on your thick cock and ride you," my mother stuttered.

I climbed off of her, my cock slipping out of her twat with a nasty plop, smeared with white cuntal oils.

I laid on my back and saw my mother swaying her body over mine. She aimed my cock upwards and slid over my pole in one movement, making it slide in to the root. My balls were pressed beneath her ass so I spread my legs wider to avoid them being squashed under my mother's weight. Then, like a woman gone berserk, my mother started hammering her ass down onto my crotch. Hard, pounding noises filled the room and the bed was squeaking so loudly I thought we were going through it and hit the floor.

" "Ooohh, yeaahhh. Your cock is pumping me so nice and deep. Am I nice and wet for you, Simon? Is momma nice and wet for my boy's deliciously thick cock?"

"You're cunt is like an oven, mom. It's almost like a wet, warm sponge milking my cock."

Time and time again I felt pounds of soft warm flesh pound down onto my lap. I was amazed I hadn't had the urge to cum yet because of this wildly fucking woman, my own mother.

She bent over towards me and stuck out her tongue. I saw my mother's tongue started to drool and I sucked her tongue into my mouth, slurping down her delicious spit. As we snowballed each other's saliva we fucked like this for minutes.

"Jesus, Simon. You got me so fucking hot. I can't stop thinking about the feeling your tongue made fucking into my ass. I need something bigger and harder.

FUCK ME IN THE ASS! FUCK YOUR MOTHER'S ASSHOLE, SIMON! Come on, I wanna feel your cock hard and deep in my shitter."

So my mother slid off of my swaying prick with a plop. She laid on her back, and pulled her knees up till they pressed against her tits. She reached her arms around her hips and pulled her butt cheeks wide apart, exposing her brown pucker once again.

"Wet it with your tongue first, Simon. Use your spit to lube up my asshole!"

So be it. I once again dove face first between my mother's smelly buns and licked, sucked and spit on her spastic brown crease. Now I climbed against her with my knees on the outsides of her hips, and pressed my purple helmet against the largely swollen rim of my mother's anus. Her asshole fit me like a warm glove as I slid into mom's ass easily, thanks to the excess spit.

"AAAAHH. YESSSSS. THAT'S IT. SHOVE IT IN THERE. STICK YOUR COCK UP MY ASS. GODDAMN IT. DO IT, BABY. FUCK YOUR MOTHER IN THE BUTT UNTIL I CUM".

I bent over, and supported myself with my arms. Then I started doing what my mother asked for. Like a madman I started pounding my cock into my mom's squeezing asshole. In between I wet my fingers in her pussy and lubed my cock with her juices each time it slid out of her tight hole. The blood rose to my head because of the heat her ass gave me, and the friction of the clinging walls of her ass on my cock scorched my shaft. My balls kept pounding at her cheeks and I was getting to the point of no return.

"Mom, I have to cum, I can't hold back any longer."

"I want you to cum in my ass, Simon. Squirt your load into my asshole. Then after you're done I'll squirt it right back out of my ass onto my hand, and I'll lick your fucking cum right off my hand."

The thought of this was too much and screaming I emptied my balls into my mother's hot, milking asshole.

"AAAAHH, MOM. I'M COMINGGG. HERE IT IS. I'M SQUIRTING IN YOUR ASS. YOUR HOT, TASTY, SMELLY ASSHOLE."

After about a minute I climbed off my mother exhaustedly, and my cock plopped out of my mother's gaping asshole with a nasty slurping sound. She quickly got on her knees, and held her hand beneath her ass. Then I saw my mother squeezing my sperm out of her swollen sphincter, onto her hand, followed by a wet fart.

"Look, Simon, this is what I'd do for you."

Then she brought her hand to her face and licked the cum she squirted out of her asshole, off her hand, only to swallow it while looking me in the eyes with a coy smile.

After she completely cleaned her hand with her tongue, she laid back next to me, and lit a cigarette.

"From now on you'll sleep with me every night," my mother said matter of fact.

"And if you give me all the pleasure I need, I'll do with you whatever comes in your mind."

"Everything?" I asked her mysteriously.

The thought of my two sisters, especially Cindy, raced through my mind.

"Everything," my mom answered, and took another drag from her cigarette.

"Have you ever wondered if Cindy and Paula would be in for a hot night for real, mom?"

"You leave that to me, Simon," my mother answered smiling, "I'm sure it'll work out fine."

The End.

I had been involved romantically with both these girl friends for some time but the romance never progressed beyond being lovers. We all remained as friends with benefits. Like me they remained single but occasionally took in a partner for a while and until they tired of them. Both these girls knew me well enough to say that this relationship I was having with Pam was strange.

One weekend Pam and I had a weekend leave and we had decided to go away together as we did occasionally as man and wife. We enjoyed the outdoor life, walking and in particular the evening meal in a good restaurant with a great bottle of wine. Mostly we went back to the hotel and went to bed. We enjoyed walking and nudity alone in bushland or secluded places. We slept together completely naked and had done so for our entire relationship. Very occasionally we would masturbate together or she would allow me to finger her to orgasm, or she would provide me with a good hand job, but she never went any further than that.

Nothing intimate ever came of our association until this night. On this occasion I fondled her breasts as we lay there naked on the bed as we had done many, many times, we kissed and for some reason the passion we had experienced before went further than ever and it just happened. We never spoke, and as we kissed she did something she had never done before – she pulled me over on top of her and positioned herself as if we were going to have sex. I recognised the signs and said nothing more than “are you sure?” and she looked at me and I knew in her eyes her answer and she whispered “yes”.

My penis was hard and right at the apex of her legs and pressed against her pubic hair. She responded to a slight movement of mine and she opened her legs and spread then wider to reveal the entrance to her body covered lightly by pubic hair and now glistening wet in anticipation of being penetrated by my penis. She lifted her knees and as they rose the channel to her vagina  opened I entered her. There was no discussion, no undue preparation; it just happened and as my cock went in she kissed me passionately. My cock slipped easily between the lips of her labia and deeply inside her. I could feel the reaction in her body. She had her eyes closed but as I penetrated her, furrows appeared on her forehead as she closed her eyes tightly as if to say that’s nice or that’s hurting a little bit but she never said a word. Her mouth was also sending me signals that this was completely new to her but she was not in pain. The arrhhhhs and mmmm’s and soft sort of half grunts, the open mouth and the screwed up eyes and the occasional shake of the head or she would put her head right back as if to say that’s uncomfortable but it only lasted a moment and she would open her eyes again and smile at me. She was demonstrating what she was feeling without having to say it in words. We kissed open mouthed and passionately except for those moments of oral reaction.  She was engaged in something she had never experienced before and it obviously was not hurting her. I could tell from her reaction and the way she moved her legs it was something new strange and pleasurable for her. Until then she claimed to have been a virgin and I could accept that.

It was obvious it was all new to her. There was no emotion that I could detect in her, I have fucked many girls and most seem to know how to get some pleasure from having a guy’s penis embedded inside them. A few I had slept with basically lay there and let me have my pleasure while they believed they were doing their duty. It was obvious she was curious about it as it was a complete new sensation for her. I began by asking her if she was comfortable and she replied yes but I never imagined it would be like this. I said are you enjoying it and she said I am not sure, it is so very strange to me, I have never experienced anything like this before. I can feel the thickness of you inside me and when you enter me I can feel you pushing down into me. I said does it feel anything like when you masturbate and she said no, if anything it feels better. Then she asked how I felt being inside her. I said it feels marvellous and she said is it as good as the other women you have fucks with and I said at the moment it is far better. I know it’s your first time with a man, and I want you to enjoy it, I don’t want it to be our last. Then she said just tell me what I have to do and I will do it. If I have gone this far I may as well get what I can out of it.

We spent 2 hours having sex and I came 3 times. When I orgasmed the first time she seemed amused by the way I reacted and said I wonder where all that will go, referring to my sperm that I had ejaculated into her. She made an effort to enjoy herself and had no inhibitions; she was prepared to do anything I asked of her. Her first orgasm was something else as she had never experienced other than an orgasm by masturbating and the one she had with me was absolutely wonderful for me and mind-blowing for her. She couldn’t believe how different it was and enjoyed every moment. Her only comment was I liked that maybe we can do that again.

The thing I realised after a while was we were not using protection. I had never thought this would happen and never brought condoms with me. She had never considered even thinking about the fact we may one day actually have sex and took no precautions at all. I had cum into her three times now and she had a real mess around her cunt and pubic hair as I did. After 2 hours sex and me cumming as well as her making huge amounts of lubrication herself, there was this abundance of sex excretions constantly leaking from her all over us.

For the first time we showered together and had sex again doggy style which she found interesting and pleasurable. She said I don’t believe I ever realised what having sex with you would be like. It is completely different to what I imagined it would be like. I was pretty naive.

After that we slept the night through and we awoke and had sex twice again before going to breakfast. She said it looks like I have to make up for lost time. She recognised my moves and she just accepted that I wanted sex, and she offered herself willingly. She never orgasmed that morning but admitted she had actually enjoyed the fact I had sex with her. The word lovemaking was never used.

Our relationship didn’t change other than we had sex frequently whenever we met. The feeling between us remained happy but without emotional feelings of love. The sex was just an added pleasure to those we already enjoyed together.

The relationship went on and I assumed she had begun taking oral protection as we had sex willing and frequently after that. I had never mentioned protection to her again. Even though we had been having sex frequently for a few months she continued to have her periods on time.

Then the time came for us to separate temporarily I believed. She was posted overseas for 18 months and I knew that was the end of our passion until she returned and we could take up where we left off hopefully. I didn’t want a commitment and neither did she.

After she left I had regular mail from her for a few months then it just stopped for no reason. Despite a lot of effort I could find out nothing about her or her posting from the armed forces. It was all hush-hush I was told. 

No matter what I did I could not locate her. None of her friends had heard of her or from her.

I was hoping that at the end of her posting she would return and contact me. I never heard a word.

25 years have elapsed since then and whilst I occasionally thought of her I often wondered why she just dropped off the face of the earth.

Recently I was at a party and for some reason became attracted to a younger girl of about 25. She was 24 years my junior but for some reason we just clicked and there was some chemistry between us. Here I was an old fart making up to a young girl and she was responding. I couldn’t believe it and I began to feel, very self conscious as she was attractive and seemed to enjoy my company. Later she told me she preferred men to boys because all the boys wanted to do was get them into bed and she had so far remained aloof to their requests. I cheekily asked if she was a virgin and she said that’s for me to know and you to find out.

To cut a long story short I rang her a couple of days later and we went out, it was like a father and daughter meeting, but afterwards she came back to my apartment. I was in two minds, I believed she was taking more interest in me than was normal for a girl her age and to be honest the moves she was making were testing my resolve to keep a distance from her, because I could easily have been tempted to seduce her. I had never had an experience with anybody as young as her and I was cautious to begin with. All my partners and friends were about my own age.

The next meeting was similar to the first only it was a Friday night and again she wanted to come back to my place and this time the both of us knew something was going to happen and it did. She made it clear she wanted to stay and as much as I wanted to say no I didn’t, and then we kissed and it was like I had been taken back 25 years. We went to bed and we had sex and I could not get out of my head how similar this encounter was to the one I had 25 years ago, only this girl was actively seeking sex and enjoying it. I soon realised she was not a virgin. She stayed the entire weekend and we had sex continually in every conceivable position.

We ordered meals in and never put our clothes on for two days and nights.

After that we began to meet regularly and she stayed over every weekend. Our relationship blossomed and I was flattered at being sought out by a girl so young, for me. It soon became permanent and she had moved in with me. There was something really great between us and she was somebody that I had immense feeling for in a way that I had never felt before. She and I were as one in every way.  After much discussion when she begged me to father her child I reluctantly agreed.  Fortunately or unfortunately as one may see it, and as hard as we tried nothing seemed to work.

As time went on I began to ask about her past and why she didn’t seem to have any parental connections. She said she had been adopted out at birth. Her mother had not wanted her and she had no idea who her father was. Her adoptive parents had tried to locate either of them for her when she turned 18 and finally got evidence of her mother but was unable to trace her. She had disappeared off the face of the earth but had found out much about her and created a good history of her. She had been an unmarried mother. The birth certificate showed the father ‘unknown’. Through her adoptive father they had traced her mother to a hospital where she had been born and from a sister there who had remembered her she gained a lot of personal data she was able to follow through. She had been a single unmarried pregnant woman who just appeared in the town. It was obvious to all, she either didn’t know the father, or he had abandoned her. She had the baby and disappeared as if she had never been there.

I was hearing this information piece by piece as it was something she got quite emotional about at times so there were weeks when nothing was said. Gradually however she wanted to talk about it. I was a sympathetic and interested party that was prepared to listen. We would talk in bed and generally we would end up making love as she really got emotional and lovemaking was something she got physical and emotional pleasure from with me. Nobody else before had wanted to be bothered with her past. Although her adoptive parents had helped her, they were reluctant to pursue it beyond the stage they had achieved. They felt there was nothing to be gained. Her mother had disappeared and the father whoever he was did not exist. They were her parents as far as they were concerned and had given her everything in life. As the story unfolded I began to worry, things were beginning to add up and I could not believe what I was hearing.

I said nothing to her but quietly began to investigate and look through the wealth of information she had gained when she began the search. Then I approached her adoptive parents and claimed I had been asked to investigate her mother’s whereabouts and said nothing about our intimate relationship which was now as a married couple without a marriage certificate.

It was a couple of weeks later her adoptive mother rang me at work and said she had something she had found which she hadn’t realised she had. It had come with some other papers from a welfare organisation and had been separated from the other documents. It was evidently a photo of her mother before she was born. I arranged for it to be courier’d to me and it broke my heart when I saw it.

It was a photo of Pam in military uniform I had one the same at one time myself. I was sleeping with my own daughter. It all started to fall into place, why we had so much in common and the love we had for each other despite the age difference was so strong and intimate. I was aghast at the thought of the effort we had been to trying to get her pregnant. I would have fathered my own child’s baby. I was shattered. What was I going to do? To reveal this to her would shatter two lives, hers and mine and no doubt she would have emotional problems for the rest of her life. She had joked at times that people asked how she could live and sleep with a man old enough to be her father, never for one moment thinking I was. She just told people until you have made love to a mature man you have never made love. I knew her mother and I knew how Trish was going to react - they were so much alike and I couldn’t accept it. I thought I had found the love of my life – again, and now I could lose it and destroy her life as well. I don’t think she could have handled the fact she had been sleeping with, and had fallen in love with me, and may have born the child she conceived with her own father.

I pondered this for two days and made a decision – selfish though it may have been I decided to continue this illicit love and incest. I had never know of her existence before, to me she was a complete stranger, and even though she was born out of a relationship I had with a woman who did not appreciate what motherhood could be, there were times I could not see her as my daughter, particularly as we had made love so often. She loved oral sex with me and devoured my semen as if it were nectar of the gods, the same semen that had created her. If she ever found out that I was her father she would have had serious psychological problems I am sure.

I made a giant decision. 

I was going to continue the relationship and continue to live with my own daughter as man and wife. I would have a vasectomy so there would be no chance of accidentally fathering a child to her. I would not oppose any IVF conception if she desired to have a child that way. I would not even be concerned for myself if she were able to conceive to another man. I would be happy to father the child in every other way. I would destroy every piece of evidence that could possibly link me to her as her father.

For a couple of weeks I refrained from sex with her, I claimed I was not feeling well. I had the vasectomy and had not told her and this was an ideal opportunity for my body to excrete and live semen that may already be hiding in those parts of my body. I masturbated every day in order to flush any that may have been around out of my system. . I found it difficult to gain an erection each time we began making love again for a while but that eventually passed as my love for her overcame the guilt, and there was plenty of that. Each time I looked at her naked body, her breasts and vagina I saw Pams, and remembered the times she and I had made love and enjoyed the sexual relationship we finally achieved. Now I wish we hadn’t.

It took me another two years of silent searching to find out all there was to know about Pam. She had been pregnant when posted, and it was blatantly obvious I was the father of her child. She remained in the services until it became known she was pregnant and then posted home and discharged. She had the baby alone and then adopted. After the birth she returned to her old ways. She lived as she had lived before and I had not realised. In the service she had had lesbian affairs and in actual fact preferred women to men in bed until she had been rejected by a lover. Then she turned to me after 3 years of being a partner without sex and I had filled a gap in her life. Then she became pregnant and could not or would not face the fact it was a

I spent a lot of time and money to try and find Pam and now I believe I have pieced the story together. After our baby was born and adopted she found another woman with similar emotions and desires and lived happily with her in a lesbian relationship. She never saw her own child, and now I was sleeping with her. Pam and her partner just disappeared without a word or forwarding address about 3 years ago, about the same time Trish and I formed our relationship.

I wonder now if Pam found out about us and was so shocked she just disappeared. I know she would not have the fortitude to confront either of us with the fact she knew the father of her child was sleeping and living with the same child. She realised I suppose it was possibly the worst case of incest that one could have. The fact I was living with my own daughter Trish, as man and wife – the child conceived by us both Pam and I - would have disgusted her beyond belief. A daughter she had abandoned.  I hadn’t realised until then she could have easily tracked me down as I had remained in the same town after I was discharged. I am now certain she knows. She would never have found Trish herself, but she obviously knew where to find me and had decided never to reveal her identity or secret to me. Now I can only assume she had recognised her own flesh and blood. Of this I am certain, there are so many similarities only a mother can see and recognise. They are becoming more and more obvious to me now and I cannot help but love her as I do. I have now to finally accept the fact and suppress the shame.

My only wish now it that Trish never finds out I am her biological father. She knows Pam is her mother and bore and abandoned her. Now she has virtually married to her father and does not know it.

In the meanwhile I am going to try and put it all behind me and have a loving and fulfilling relationship with my own daughter, as my wife, and she will never know the penis that provides her with so much pleasure is the same penis that provided the semen to create her.

I look at her now naked and the wonder of her beauty overwhelms me. I am looking at my own daughter and it fills me with desire. I admit I am some sort of a mongrel to be doing this but had I know of her existence I may never have made love to a girl that age just in case. The most important thing to me is that she loves me as a lover and has no idea she could also love me as her father but in a completely different way.

This is a story I had to tell.

How would you feel and have handled this situation had you been me.

We had stayed in touch by phone and text but his family and work meant that we were unable to meet up again for several weeks. We eventually snatched a night together in a city about a hundred miles away from my home ( I told my husband I was visiting Michelle, an old school friend who I knew would 'cover' for me). Dave didn't ask any awkward questions so I knew I'd be ok. I wondered whether it would just have been a holiday fling for us both on the way down to the hotel and whether we would struggle to recapture the magic of the night of passion back home.

I needn't have worried, I practically melted on the spot when i saw him in the hotel lobby.he looked every bit as gorgeous as i'd remebered him and flashed me the sort of smile that made me immediately twitch down below. Christ, he could have taken me over the hotel's reception counter in full view of staff and tourists alike and I wouldn't have cared !

He suggested dinner - i suggested room service ! and immediately I entered the room , i threw the lock and sank to my knees in a subservient manner wanting to worship this fantastic man and his gorgeous thick veiny cock. I felt him sigh as I unzipped his pants reaching in to free his deliciously hard cock. Last time the sex had been rushed and frantic, this time we had all evening to enjoy each other and I was determined to make it last.I sloly took his juicy prick between my lips, slurping hungrily. He threw his head back and gasped as I struggled with his belt buckle, deperate to seem him gloriously naked.

We undressed quickly and without a word being exchanged - we both knew what we wanted to happen next.

His glorious tanned muscular body that i had fantasised so often over when I was lying in bed with Pete was all mine. I cupped his heavy swollen balls in my hands, gently squeezing them as I kissed him. Christ, he felt fucking fantastic !

He went down on me, effortlessly bringing me to orgasm after orgasm until my cunt was streaming. His fingers in my twat and his tongue flicking my clit were too much to cope with as I screamed continuously convulsing with the excitement. Finally, he slipped that beautiful veiny penis inside me and fucked me mercilessly - so much more passionately than Pete has ever done.We needed that fuck so much - there were months of pent up frustration on both sides to overcome. Later - he lifted me up on the shelf in the hotel's ensuite and nearly pulled the thing clean off the wall as he rammed his hot cock into me. I could watch his lovely taut muscular arse cheeks contracting with each thrust which sent me over the top as I shook and spasmed with the biggest orgasm yet. Finally, he let out a primaeval groan as he tensed up and shaking with the effort, unloaded his hot sticky semen deep inside me.

Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms recovering - I told him he didn't need to stay in a hotel anymore if he was on business in our area. After all, Pete knew nothing of our relationship and I would enjoy furiously shagging Dave knowing Pete was just one room away oblivious to it all. We are planning to make this happen next week and afterwards I'll share it with you !

The customs queue moves slowly like all such official inspections until you are in front of the desk and the routine questions come one after another, but you can tell from the expression of the security officer something isn’t quite right. Sure enough he calls someone of the phone and you and your bags are separated from the line and escorted to a plain looking conference room where you are instructed to sit. Taking a chair you wonder what is going to happen, but the officers are quiet, yet you sense in spite of the lack of words that you are clearly being detained. After an endless wait of about ten minutes a tall, blond woman comes in and judging from the reaction of the other officers, is it clear she is very senior in rank to the other police officers. She sits opposite of you, looks in a file and after a few moments, looks up and you and begins.

“Your name shows up as a match on our watch lists. Have you ever been associated with any known criminal or terrorist groups or perhaps a charity working primarily in Islamic counties? Or have you traveled to any middle-eastern nation in the last ten years?”

“No, to both questions. This is my first trip to the United States and I have never traveled outside of Europe.”

"Well I don’t know why you are showing up. It may be as simple as a clerical error, but the only quick resolution is to finger print you and then for a hour or two you will have to be detained. You will be released just as soon as your identity is confirmed. Chuck,” she said to one of the male officers. “Please fingerprint her and take her to restraint three. Call me when you arrive and I’ll come right down.”

20 minutes later you are standing outside a room with a small sign reading Restraint III. The female officer who interviewed you arrived and escorts you by yourself into the room. You look around at the 10 by 10 foot room with a couple of plain chairs on either side of a low table sort of like a coffee table and a non-enclosed metal sink and toilet. There are bars covering the single window and one long bar across the ceiling with two heavily padded wrist restraints. Before you can begin to worry more about you surroundings the woman begins to speak.

“This will be your home until your prints come back. I need you to strip off everything for your initial search."

“Everything?”

“Yes, completely nude sweety. It wouldn’t do at all for you to have something on you that you shouldn’t, so I will haven to look you over and check your clothes before you can redress.” She smiled reassuringly.

You look about the room. No place of privacy. Nothing else to do but take it all off so you turn away from her and remove your blouse and pants. Sitting down you take off you shoes and socks, the titled floor seeming unnaturally cold to your bare feet the chill seeming to run through your whole body your nipples hardening instantly. You reach back and unhook the bra allowing your full breasts to fall free and they stand proudly outward proclaiming your sex. Eager to get it over with you ditch your panties and the woman motions you over under the bar.

“Just raise your arms so they can be restrained while I search you.”

“Do I have to be tied up?”

“Yes. It is policy to never be alone searching someone unless they are restrained or double guarded. It protects us both. If you don’t want to be restrained I can call in two other officers to witness, but I am the only woman on right now and it would be two male officers watch as I do a full body search including your body cavities.

You raise you arms and allow her to firmly attach them to the cuffs, your arms now above your head as if you are a robbery victim being held up. She steps close to your face and her hands run up the back of you neck gently, even sensually running through your hair, massaging your scalp exploring every inch they pass over missing nothing and yet waves of sheer sensual pleasure run unexpectedly through you. Finishing your hairline she explore your ears, her fingers as soft as a tongue as you struggle to avoid the sighs of pleasure that threaten to escape your lips. Like an eager tongue the fingers find entrance to your mouth where you eagerly suck them as she finger fucks your mouth in an erotic imitation of a blowjob. Then she checks the rest of your face and neck with her wet fingers, before sliding lower over your shoulders and running the length of your up stretched arms, before probing gently past you under arms and immediately down over your heaving breasts, the pink nipples straining by this point for attention.

She instinctively knows what a woman’s breasts most need and she cups you breasts, her finger and hands bringing you more pleasure than any man has ever given you causing a flood of wetness between your legs. She is rougher than any man has ever been without causing you your any real pain as she pinches and pulls your sweet little tips twisting and tugs as you writhe helplessly with real passion fired by her insistent lust for you. Her hands check your belly and then she moves behind you examining your back and buttocks, before moving down your legs. Reaching the heal she moves to the front and lifts each foot teasing it with your tongue and sucking the toes before her hands move back up your legs toward the seething volcano your pussy has become. “Spread your legs!” She commands and you willing separate them as far as possible while standing and you feel her fingers spreading your inner labia open as she examines you with an almost clinical detachment and then four fingers ram inside of you like a huge cock fucking and probing amid the huge amount of aroused wetness you have produced. You scream, but the hand doesn’t stop. It feels as if her whole arm is inside if you as it fucks you mercilessly, in and out, probing your G-spot as even more wetness drips from you, your body responding like a champion to this violation and taking pleasure from it, while your mind confused and unsure struggles to catch up.

She takes you to the edge of climax over and over but never quite lets you cum. Then the fingers withdraw and covered in your own juices they begin probing your anal opening thankfully only two enter you and once more you are fucked close to climax but not allowed to find release. Your body has built the most massive supply of pent up sexual tension awaiting release you have ever experienced and you moan is disappointment when her fingers exit your pussy. She stand in front of you looking over you naked and suffering body, now covered is sweat, your breath coming in ragged gulps and smelling of your extreme sexual arousal. She kisses you open-mouthed and full of passion, her lips crushing yours as her tongue penetrates your mouth and then her lips slide down to you nipples where you whimper and pant as she extracts ever more pleasure working them for 15 minutes sucking and licking as you aroused body begins pouring so much liquid arousal out of your sex that is now dripping down your legs and off your labia to the floor. The need for release is desperate and it seems forever before she at last moves to your aching womanhood. Once more she pulls you labia open exposing your dripping opening and the super excited and erect pink bud of pleasure. She just looks at you more minutes and just when you don’t think you can stand it any longer, her tongue flicks just once over the tip of your organ and you explode into the more powerful orgasm of you life aware of nothing other than the waves of pleasure and your moans.

Opening you eyes, you are aware of how wet you are between your legs, but everything else seems wrong. The room, the woman, the reality of where you have been, have all vanished and you are still cuddled under your jacket on the plane. It has all been a dream. Well almost all, you are so wet that your pants have soaked through to the seat leaving a small damp spot. You grab you carry on bag to get out some new clothes and head to the lavatory to change the wet and clinging pants, thankful you packed another outfit in your carry on luggage. Once inside you sit down your fingers quickly bringing relief to your swollen clitoris. Just as you finish changing and exit the lavatory the lights come on and the pilot announces you are approaching New York. Stowing the carry on once more you take one of the unoccupied seats letting your jacket cover the seat with the wet spot of female arousal.

It has all been a fantasy borne of transatlantic sexual expectations. So maybe you won’t be taken by a female police officer. You will certainly be sexually taken, and you smile at the thought because Thomas will be waiting for you and you are already wet, willing, indeed you are eager for him.

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I walked up to the rack next to him and grabbed a bottle of astroglide and KY Jelly. As I selected my items I noticed him glance over at me and give me the once over. I figured he was thinking,  “What the hell does this guy need with 2 bottles of lube.” I walked to the front of the store to checkout. The fine Italian gentleman was close behind. I paid for my items and returned to my car. As I was pulling out of the parking lot I saw him again in the car behind me. I didn’t think anything of it until he followed me right into my parking lot. I know I hadn’t seen this man before. I defiantly would have fantasized about him on more than one occasion.

I grabbed my things and headed inside. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. I already had a suspicion, but I never would have foreseen what happened. I answered the door. It was him! This man followed me all the way home from rite aid and knocked on my door. Before I could even open my mouth I noticed his fly was open and his dick was poking out for some air. He looked at me and said “Let's put that lube to good use.” My jaw dropped to the ground. I already had half a hardon from thinking about this guy pounding my ass.

 I was still dumbfounded when he invited himself in and walked straight to my bedroom. Quickly coming to grasps with what was happening I followed eagerly behind him. He noticed the dildo sitting on my bed waiting for me. “We won’t be needing this” he said as he tossed it aside. “Take off your pants” he ordered. Still being half in shock I quickly complied. I pulled of my shirt and dropped my pants to the floor. My still growing cock was peeking through the front of my boxers.

. “Nice” he said, eyeing my cock and nice round ass.

He stripped off his shirt exposing his statuesque form. Large firm pecks, cobblestone abs and muscular biceps. His pants fell to the floor exposing the rest his growing dick. It was about 9.5 inches long and thick enough to fill anything it needed to. It had a very well defined head, like a large helmet, atop an almost perfectly straight shaft.  His pubic hair was manscaped into a nice patch. He pulled me close to him and slid his hands down to my soft round ass. I ran my hands across his granite like body, feeling every ripple.  “Get on your knees” he requested. Without any instruction I knelt down in front of him wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock and slid the head into my mouth. I slowly ran my tongue around the outline of his dick head while firmly gripping his shaft. I slowly slid his dick between my lips and down my throat as far as I could. He began to pump his hips pushing his dick into my mouth.  I continued to work his dick down my throat, my tongue massaging the underside of his dick head with every thrust, until he pulled it away. He took his dick in his hand and slapped me across the face with it. “Stand up” he barked. Just as I got back to my feet he took me and through me face down on the bed. I moved to the middle of the bed and got on all fours awaiting what he had in store next. My asshole quivered as I heard him take the lube out of the package and rub some on his now throbbing dick.

He got on his knees behind me and slowly pushed the head of his dick into the crack of my ass. He squirted a little lube on my asshole before pushing into me. I let out a deep moan as he penetrated my ass. It was just the head at first. This alone was enough to make my legs feel weak. He slid deeper into my asshole with each stroke until he had all 9 inches buried deep inside me. I began to moan louder as he steadily fucked my ass. All of the sudden he pulled out. Before I could ask what happened he rammed it all the way in. Again he did it. Slowing pulling his member all the way out before plunging back in so hard the headboard banged against the wall. Each time he re-penetrated my asshole a wave of intense pleasure came over me.

After a minute or so he built back up to a strong steady stroke. I could feel his thrust getting faster by the minute. Drowning in pleasure I was quickly brought back to the moment with a hard slap on my ass. I yelped. He smacked my ass again. Each trust grew faster and stronger. He fucked my ass so hard my arms gave out, burring my face in a pillow. He continued to pound my ass relentlessly. I was overcome with ecstasy I lost control of the majority of my muscles. I was now laying face buried in a pillow on my bed, only my ass poking up in the air slightly to accommodate his fucking. I could feel his solid arms wrapped round my chest. His right hand fondling and pinching my nipple. His pace increased again. We were now both rocking violently back and forth in the bed.
His hand continued to play with my nipple and squeeze my chest.  The feeling of his pulsating dick filling my asshole and the friction of my dick against the bed brought me right to the edge of splurging.

“Fuck me harder, Fuck that tight ass” I yelled.  Still moaning and grunting each time he pumped his dick into my ass.

Every stroke he took brought me closer and closer. He buried his dick deeper in my ass fucking me faster and faster.

“Oh Fuck, I’m going to cum” I screamed.

Hearing this only motivated him to fuck me more violently.

Wave after wave of gratification rushed through my body as I reached my peak. My dick, pressed between my stomach and the bed, oozed out a load of hot creamy cum. My stomach and the sheets were now smeared with cum as he continued to pound my ass. Every stroke prolonged my orgasm, my dick now well lubricated rubbing against my stomach.  It wasn’t long before I felt his dick swell with anticipation. His trusts grew faster and more erratic.

“Fuck yes, I’m gonna cum in your ass” he blurted out as his dick started to pulse shooting his load of thick hot cum in my ass. He continued to fuck my ass as he pumped it full of cream. His strokes started to shorten and stop.

He collapsed on top of me the tip of his dick still in my ass. I pushed my ass up against his hips taunting is spent cock. His dick slipped out of my ass. I felt a stream of his hot load trickle out of my ass and down my thigh. The warm sticky feeling let me know he was satisfied. A sign of his appreciation is how I saw it.

We both laid on the bed collapsed in a pool of cum. I felt his dick between my thighs. Slowly working it between them.  He pushed his dick down between my cum soaked thighs. It wasn’t long before he was ready to go again. He got up and I rolled onto my back. I lifted my legs in the air and spread them showing him my asshole still dripping with cum. He took my legs and held them over his shoulders and entered my ass. In and out he pumped his dick. I grabbed my legs and pulled them back to my head.

He leaned forward pushing deeper into my ass. I moan almost uncontrollably as he fucks my ass pushing deeper and deeper.  He is now leaning over me in missionary position with me holding my legs high in the air. I feel his hot breath on my neck. His dick pounding away. He leans and whispers in my ear, “This next one is gonna be messy.” To overwhelmed to pleasure to think about what that meant I begged him to fuck my faster and hard. He increased pace thrusting harder and faster. I squeezed his dick with my ass on every stroke. The increased tightness put him over the edge. He pulled his dick out of my ass and knelt over me.  Gripping his dick tightly he pointed it at face.  I opened my mouth in time to catch the first spray of thick cum.

He jerked his hand up and down his shaft spraying out a load of hot cream with every stroke. The second landed on my left cheek and running down my neck. The third and fourth landed in my mouth with the final 2 dripping out onto my lips and chin. My face now fully covered in cum. I swallowed what has already pooled in my mouth.  I grabbed his dick and ran it across my face smearing the cum all around. I take his dick into the back of my throat to milk out every last drop. I ran my fingers across my cheek hoping to collect the rest of his spilled load. After licking every finger dry I thanked him. Not a moment would pass before he was dressed and walking out the door.

“Wait, what is your name…” I called out as the front door closed behind him.  I lay in bed still covered with man love wondering who that man was, and if I’d ever see him again.