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A Son's Touch (part 3)

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A Son’s Touch (Part 3)
 

I couldn’t help but think to my self that I was one horny slut; I took my teenage son’s cherry and now literally letting my barely teenaged daughter please me. Her fingers and hand played with my cunt like a pro lesbian. Again she leaned in to my ear as I was just entering a tingling orgasm, “So – was Ritchie any good, can he please a woman or do you need my help too …” OMG – my eyes flicked open looking at my daughter just as an orgasmic wave struck me she inserted her middle finger in my cunt.

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“OOOOhh UUMM … Monica sweetheart (I panted, entering a very stimulating orgasm) … Why would you think Ritchie was … Ohhhhh ahhhh … doing anything with me … oooooohhhhhh … I’m his mother …” words failed me as Monica slipped in a second finger to rapidly throw me into hips thrusting against my teenage daughters hand.

 

“Mom I’m almost fifteen … (she leaned in closer to my ear) … your room smells like when daddy is home, the bed sheets are in messed up and I tasted the wet spots before I came in here …” she slipped in a third finger increasing her thrust into my cunt while whispering, “…do you like Mom, I can do much more – I just want in on the action…” my daughter smiled as I bite my lower lip shuddering to her hand job.

 

“Let me think about it sweetie… We’ll talk when I’m less … ohhh ummm umm … defenceless!” I smiled and winked at her.

 

Monica helped me from the tub, spending a long time patting and rubbing me dry. As she knelt before me her head was right at my crotch, her hand dried my lower legs but her tongue flicked magically across my muff, lingering ever so nicely along my slit. “Monica … your teasing mommy … don’t start something you’re not willing to complete…” I hinted somewhat suggestively.

 

She smiled up into my eyes from her submissive position, “Any time Mom – I wasn’t kidding” she whispered through my muff hair.

 

“What are you willing to do child … or maybe I should say what do you want …?” I left that fairly open as I replied quite seductively.

 

“I want to do everything and anything that your doing mom, I really do …!” she said again through my muff hair as her arms hugged my legs.

 

I walked slowly from the room very naked saying to Monica, “Go sit on my bed!” as I hollered “RICHARD … come in here!“ going to my love seat in the corner of the bedroom, sitting with a hint of spread legs.

 

I looked at my two – not so innocent teenagers sitting together on the bed facing me … long minutes passed before I could find my voice and figure the direction this was all heading.

 

“Richard, it would appear that your sister has put one plus one together to come up with that you are getting some good tail from me … (he turned shyly towards his sister then hung his head, Monica on the other hand was all smiles) … What my intelligent daughter does not know is that all this has happened just today! (OMG I felt myself blushing) What she also does not know is that her brother most definitely has filled my womb with his baby and if he hasn’t fully seceded … will definite have done it by the weekend. (Oh jeez she is still smiling) Your father is unaware of the fall or that your brother is doing an incredible job of  … (I struggled for the appropriate words) … fucking … your mother.  And your brother is unaware of the sensual advances you dear girl just made on me!”

There the cards were on the table so to speak (I opened my legs a little wider) “what do we do now?”

I sat in all my 35-year-old exposed glory (smiling to myself with both arms cast helplessly), very happily content in my seduction (somewhat by accident) of my shy virgin son knowing he only wants to think with the head of that magnificent horse-cock in his animal need to drive it into my very tight cunt as he envisioned raping me. Now, (switching my gaze at Monica) what does this horny young lady want other than a little girl-on-girl action – what ultimately does she want?

 

Monica surprised me as she bolted off the bed to sit beside me giving me a hug across the chest quickly followed by her hands lightly rubbing then softly kissed my belly, “I very much want one in me, mom!” she replied with such seductive suggestion as she raised her eyes to my face then gave me a simple kiss on the lips.

 

“Ritchie can put it in me tonight, can’t he mom?” she cried elaborately.

 

“Well – he probably could but I think we are going to have to really hear from all parties to know for sure … (we both looked at Richard) … ” I said quite honestly.

 

“I guess so … but she’s just a kid … where as you’re a woman … I would definitely hurt you Sis … and … and … mom hasn’t said yes …” he fumbled with words but I was taken with his concern for his sister and the fact he recognized me as the control.

 

“Please … oh please Mommy, make him put a baby in me too…” she begged as she stared me right in the eye then leaned forward hugging my neck.

 
“Well I certainly can’t stop you … but Monica, sweetie, Ritchie was telling you the truth … it will take sometime … at least till after I get use of my arms back before I can prepare you …” I replied, “It would be wonderful for both of us to have swollen bellies together, don’t you think?”
 

“Then make him do it mom … let him have me as you watch!” Monica whined.

 

“Monica – Listen to mommy … I said you could but I need to prepare you … Ritchie’s penis is very large …” I spoke firmly as I watched my young teenage daughter begin to squirm from a throbbing virgin twat. “Richard, would you be kind enough to slip your pants down …”

 

Richard stood slipping down his pants exposing a partially limp penis. Monica’s eyes literally popped out of her head as she stared. “Richard, come over here. Monica I want you to hold it in your hand.”

I squeezed my tingling cunt muscles together as I was getting excited from this discussion.

 
Monica attempted to put her hand around her brother’s cock as she looked to me for advice; “Sweetie, mommy has had a lot more experience than you and if you’d care to examine my vagina you will probably see its pretty tender, trust me your brother is very big.”
 

Monica released her brothers horse-cock and knelt before my slightly spread legs, I shifted down to open them wider. “That looks pretty red mom … did it hurt?” she cried with her eyes lighting up.

 

“Yes it did … it took some work to accommodate your brother…” (I winked at my teenage lover)

 

“Mom – I need to do some school work if I want to see you later …” Richard moaned pathetically.

 

“If you’d like … Mommy did promise you I’d teach him how to please a woman” I gave him a wink as he left the room.

 

“Mom … can I take my clothes off too … would it be ok …” Monica whispered into my ear.

 

“You certainly can …” I responded eagerly.

“Down to just us girls…” I smiled as I watched my daughter somewhat eagerly undressed, eyeing for the first time since her first bra fitting and tampon lesson. Before me stood a beautiful young woman with jutting perky breasts of at least a 34 – lovely pointy nipples, a flat athletic tummy and a beautiful triangle of pubic hair. My somewhat excited daughter stood before her mother (reclined back on the love seat) biting her lower lip in anticipation of her readiness of womanhood.

 

“Monica, sweetheart … you are a magnificent beautiful specimen of womanhood … do a slow turn around for me …” I breathed with motherly pride.

 

“Do I pass mom? Can I … ahh … do it with Ritchie…?” she pranced in nervous anticipation.

 

“Oh Sweetie, you definitely pass as a woman … come sit with mommy … (she does, adjusting herself so her legs are spread as mine are) … lets find out how much you know …” I was curious and prepared for her to tell me she has been sexually active already.

 

“So honestly, just us girls talking ok … (she nodded affirmative) … how many boys have been sampling the fruit of my lovely daughter?” I asked shifting on the love seat to face her with one knee propped on the couch.

 

“That’s simple mom, one!” she openly stated which took me back even though I thought I’d been ready.

 

“Oh – would you like to share your conquest of lust with your mother (she looked down embarrassed and blushing) … details girl, details!” I thought I used the correct teenage pyjama voice and tone.

 

“Ok, I understand – the Monday after you got me my training bra, Erik – you remember Erik, always coming over here on weekends before they moved away; well he overheard us girls talking, so after school he pulled me into those bushes in the park and checked out my chest … he bite it … (I nodded I understood) … then he lifted my skirt grabbing me between the legs and pulled down my panties … then he laughed telling me to see him when I had a lot of fuzz …” she whispered slightly below a regular tone of speech.

 

“And … what lately … have you …” I started off carefully not even getting finished with my question.

 

“Checked out some Internet sites … and … well, watched you and dad every chance I get … and what I just did to you (nodding towards the bathroom) … I figured I’d ask you when I should but …” speech failed Monica but she kept her eyes directly on me as I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

 

“My … my – you have been busy!  And what type of girl do you want to become …” I queried.

 
“Just like you mom … except I’m curious about another girl … I tasted myself and really like it, so I been really checking out sites and well I really want a baby real bad, even though I’m very young…” she replied so self-confidently.
 

I sat there for a few minutes wondering to myself, “Monica, have you inserted anything into yourself at any time?

 

“Other than my fingers – No, I’m still a full virgin Mom.” Again replying truthfully.

 

I nodded my understanding then asked, “And why do you want to be like mommy?”

 

“Because I think your incredible, the guys at school rated you a MILF and daddy calls you an wild slut and now Ritchie is walking around with a hard on and (her eyes lowered shyly) … you taste good and I want to be just like you!” she slipped from her corner to mine giving me a hug.

“Well – Oh My …” helpless without my arms to hug her and overwhelmed by her description of me.

 
“Will you teach me to be a wild slut and …and … can I watch Ritchie do you all the time?” She begged. “I really want to see Ritchie put a baby in you and I’m willing to wait till you say I can have one … if you teach me to be with a woman…”
 
With tears of mixed happiness and concern I nodded my head yes saying, “Sweetie, with my arms … I can’t hug or really please you in that way, it will be weeks yet …”
 
“Then let me please you from what I know and PLEASEEEE, let me watch you and Ritchie…” she countered throwing in, “I can start right away, I have no homework…”
 

Was I in over my head, my pussy was tingling from thinking of exploring my daughter, my mind stuck on my young son’s horse cock and desire for me to be pregnant; what in the world was my husband going to think when he walked back into all this and how my children both chose me to be their teacher of sex. I winked at my daughter, “So – you like watching mom getting laid … (she nodded eagerly) and you want to sample mom’s womanly nectar (again she nodded even more enthusiastically) … can you kiss my girl?” I lost – a battle waged inside my burning mind with a direct circuit to my groin.

 

My eager daughter straddled my open legs thrusting her silky smooth skin against my bare chest, her erect nipples occasionally flitting across my sensitive breasts while her triangle of hair brushed my belly where her brothers seed lay in my batter uterus, cupping both her hands around my neck giving me a passionate moist kiss which she hungrily fought her way into my slowly opening mouth to play tonsil tag for endless minutes while her weight pinned me in the corner of the love seat. I don’t know where she learnt to kiss but she was incredible. She bathed my cheeks, eyes and neck in a fiery torrent of very tender kisses before once again hungrily devouring her mother’s tongue slowly edging deeper to tongue fuck my throat all the while seductively grinding her virgin twat against me (God I was going to need lessons from her) on exciting a partner.

 

My breath was ragged (jeez I was struggling for breath) as my daughter’s hands slowly opened my mouth as she applied her weight fully on me while blowing her hot breath over my ears then proceeded to hold my mouth open so she could get deeper as she relentlessly tongue fucked my throat (OMG now my daughter was taking me by force) as her legs tightened around my sides, she pumped, slid and ground her hot (OMG its slick) gash against my belly as she moaned her way through a early cum. She left me gasping for air as she worked her way lower to my chest sucking on skin (OMG she’ll leave a hickey) as her hands followed suit massaging and mashing my teats; ever so tenderly she drew my erect nipple into her mouth and went to work on them (My cunt was a tingling mass of burning lava waiting to explode) I moaned hotly for release and just as I was to scream she let my nipple go slipping upwards to once again smother me in kisses and tongue fuck my throat (OMG she’s deeper than before) only to repeat the whole process to my other teat.

 

“OOOOhhhhh Jjeeezz …don’t … please don’t …your father!” I begged as my lustful teenage daughter branded me with a hickey on my left breast that was incredible painful (and itchy) before she again nibbled, bite and suckled my nipple. The Coe little vixen had her mother simmering.

 

Once again she slipped up to passionately kiss me (leaving me nearly blacking out from excitement and lack of air) as she tenderly kissed her way over my belly lingering at the edges of my pubic hair; a wet trail marked her way over my skin from her oozing twat to come to rest on my lower leg. She firmly forced my one leg off the love seat as she winked at me burying her head between my spread. The first touch of her lips and tongue on my molten beaver cascaded me in a gut wrenching orgasm. “OHHH ahhhhhh ummmmm” (biting my lip to stop my wave of orgasm welling from within my sluttish soul) as my daughter planted a new hickey on my inner thigh again branding me as hers.

“Now mother … may I watch Ritchie plant his baby in you … hmmm (her tongue slid up and down my seeping slit lingering just at the edge of my now engorged clit) … you want me to watch don’t you … (again tormenting me as I tried squeezing my thighs together to encourage her to give me release) … he’s going to do you as I hold your hand watching you (she inserted her tongue into my quivering fuck hole) …as you tease him to make babies in your belly … (now giving my enlarged clit a slow lick to its hood as it dug in underneath) …so I can spend all night licking you afterwards (I screamed with an incredible pent-up sexual release as her attention stayed centred on my throbbing clit) … do you want your son on you now … (digging her tongue deep into my gushing pussy)”

 

“Oh yes – yes please … I need him now …” I begged my daughter “Mommy needs it bad – ” as she slipped away from my gushing cunt, then helping me to the bed she hollered for my son.

 
Ritchie came into the room wondering what was up, “Mom needs you now Ritchie (she slowly pulled back the sheets revealing my opening and closing legs) … undress … hurry … Mom wants it rough and hard, don’t you mom…?”
 

“Oh yes children … mommy’s bad – mommy needs you in her now …” I begged between biting my lip as my hips thrust up in invitation. I watched as my son pulled off his clothes his horse cock already swollen he climbed up on the bed.

 

Kneeling on the bed Monica orchestrated my breeding, as Richard closed in to my weeping cunt my daughter took his swollen cock in her hand setting right at my hole as her other hand grasped my shoulder, “Do her Ritchie … make a baby in mom!”

 
As Monica held his cock my son rammed his horse cock in my gushing cunt and without waiting began to viciously pounding me; It felt great and my belly ached from his insistent hammering ( I was right – all my son wanted was to fuck my cunt) as he mauled my tits with his mouth all the while see-sawing into me. As promised my daughter held my shoulder changing views to watch her brothers cock slide in/out of my thrusting burning cunt till she came up whispering in my ear, “Its so big … are you getting it good … how will I know when he puts his seed in you?”
 

Needless to say I had my (can’t say hands) my cunt full of raging thrusting animal boy who kept muttering below his breath “Raping you mom … your so tight …my baby…” and as a shameless slut I encouraged all of it with bucking hips helpless to defend myself thus surrendering to my increasing orgasms that escalated into mind boggling delirium as my son’s horse cock retched its way forcefully into my helpless uterus. His staying power was increasing – I was out of my mind (Richard pawed me, his wondering hands feeling between my legs where his cock rode in and out of his helpless mothers’ very swollen gushing twat) as his sister breathed through another orgasm herself.

 
Between moans of  her infant passionate Cums, she harassed her brother, “Rape mom, fill her belly (ohhhh Eeiiiooooooo) … Rape her, take her good … Rape her … (barely audible) … then you can have me …”
 

That did it, he blew an animal load into me coating my walls with multiple blasts of burning cum,

Between my own mind-bending orgasm I called to him repeatedly, “… Richard, NO doing anything to Monica at any time unless you check with me first … Understood!” I spoke very firmly. He finally looked into my eyes and nodded yes as he continued to thrust into me occasional.

 

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Inside Me: C12

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The final chapter.

Inside Me

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The next day started off fairly slow. Bentlee woke Montana and I up and we all somehow made our way into the kitchen and started throwing random breakfast foods together on the stove. In the end, we all, including Ean, sat around the table eating eggs, bacon, and waffles. The conversation of what to do that day eventually came up while eating. Bentlee suggested the zoo. It was a good one I admit, but a bit extreme for no planning whatsoever.

Montana, whether I should call her a genius of fun or a genius of deceit, suggested the place where we all quickly agreed to, Ean was a bit reluctant though. The city pool.

The pool was what would be expected. Playful water
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battles and wasting so much energy. The highlight of us girls’ day was obviously seeing Ean in his swimming trunks, or rather seeing everything that wasn’t in his swimming trunks. Bentlee started the day off in an overly seductive skirt, at least I thought, for a just barely maturing few day long thirteen year old. Her gloating over us as Ean couldn’t stop peering at the skirt died quickly enough though when she came out from the locker room in a purple one piece swim suit.

Montana and I both sported nice and revealing two piece suits which in no time had realigned Ean’s eyes. Oh the teasing we did in the pool jumping on each other and ‘accidently’ rubbing against him.

I could see that it was killing him, destroying Ean’s mind that we did all that to him so selfishly. He about collapsed in my arms the other day and gave up his life to me in the biggest plea for someone to just love, and after I rejected him, I played with the next person on his list of falling in love with so casually and seductively playfully. Beyond the emotions of his penis, I knew his heart was being torn in half. But I had to do it. I had to excel him to such a deprived level that he would just throw out caution and actually listen to me when I told him to just act and not plan. It was the waiting that was really killing him. He needed a release soon.

“Do you like my skirt Ean?” Bentlee asked as we headed back from the pool to the car. We spent nearly the whole day there playing and basking. It was pretty much dinner time and the packed lunch we brought had quickly worn off. Storm clouds looked to be moving in too. Ean looked down to Bentlee.

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

Ean looked amazing. He looked so happy despite the pain his eyes showed. I guess it was just from all the physical activity. Montana and I laughed to each other quietly for him calling it only cute.

“It’s the same on the inside too, real high quality,” she said as she lifted it up showing the underside of it and splaying off the bottom of her swim suit tightly clinging to her privates.

“Bentlee!” Montana roared.

“What, it’s just my swimsuit underneath; it’s not underwear or anything.”

Ean uncomfortably looked away trying to look unphased. We all piled into the car and headed home. At home, with Ean’s permission, I quickly acquired the phone and called in a few pizzas before retreating back to my room with the other girls.

I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I turned around and just noticed that Bentlee was in nothing but a pair of her underwear. Montana was in a pair of jeans and a bra with Bentlee’s skirt in her hands.

“Tssk Tssk, I guess you can’t wear your skirt now since it’s all wet from your swimsuit,” she scoff as she threw it to her sister’s duffle bag. Bentlee just sneered at her and reached for the smallest pair of cotton shorts I’d ever seen.

She pulled the dark blue fabric up to her hips and ended up not covering much more than her underwear. Montana looked at me.

“And our mom would die if she saw me wearing something like that. But it’s perfectly ok for my prepubescent little sister to wear them.”

“I’m not prepubescent,” Bentlee defended.

“No period, no puberty.”

“I got fuzz and judging with you and Crystal, I should get it soon enough.”

“You don’t have fuzz, I just saw you; Maeghan has fuzz.”

Bentlee’s eyes bugged out hugely as she turned to me. “You only have-“

“Bent!” Montana yelled catching her mistake. They both fell silent and put on their shirts, Montana over her bra, Bentlee over her flat bare chest.

“Grab your socks; we’ll let Maeghan change in privacy since you don’t have any decency.”

All I could do was wish to die as the two girls walked past me and out the door barefoot with their socks in their hands. I stripped myself of my clothes and bathing suit, and stood naked for awhile looking down at my body. Ean liked me, that’s all that mattered. Besides, in a few years, no one would ever have known how late I was.

I picked up the towel draping over my dresser Montana must have used and dried my damp breasts and pelvis before putting on a fresh pair of clothes. I walked from my room to meet Ean coming from his. I pulled myself into his body and just hugged him. My face pressed into his chest taking in the scent of chlorine and I just felt happy, happy for some reason; I guess because I just had someone to hug, someone who hugged back, someone who didn’t care why I needed a hug and was always there when I wanted one.

I drug my eyes across his shirt to wipe away the wetness and pulled back. Ean let go his grip and stood still silently waiting on me. I wanted to take his hand and walk with him down the hallway to the living room but I didn’t want Montana to see me holding it. I didn’t want to intimidate her. I needed her to help Ean. I walked on alone. Ean casually followed.

The pizzas arrived and because Montana and Bentlee couldn’t agree on one of our movies, we ended up just talking randomly as we ate. I wondered how hard it was for them not to talk about Crystal. All three of them had her as a common subject but she never came up. They had to be avoiding her. I was the only one who didn’t know her. It was something those three had in common, I was alone, but they never brought her up.

The pizza boxes then turned into a board game. The sun went down and lightning lit up the distant sky as the windows became dotted with water droplets. It was so painful but also relieving to see those few inconspicuous glances I caught Ean and Montana giving each other. I wondered what they were thinking. About past conversations?

Nearly another hour passed before without warning, all the lights just shut off. Everything was off. The power went out. The storm outside did look bad but not too terrible. Most of the lightning seamed distant and the rain wasn’t extreme. The wind though was a bit much.

Soon enough, beams from flashlights were zooming everywhere. That was one thing mom made sure we never ran low on, emergency equipment.

Once the power went out and we all had flashlights, interest in the board game ceased. Bentlee’s energy level also heightened quite a bit. She also started hanging closer and closer to Ean as if no one noticed in the dark. And it was pretty clear that he was becoming annoyed.

Then lightning struck pretty close to the house making all three of us girls jump. To give the girl some credit, Bentlee did look scared, but that still gave her no right to jump into Ean and hold onto him.

We were all standing up then as we walked into the living room. Ean just kept walking trying to ignore Bentlee and sat down on the floor leaning his back against the couch. I guess he was hoping she couldn’t sit next to him that way but she just took it as an opportunity to sit between his legs. Montana and I sat on the floor across from them; Montana blatantly kept shining her flashlight directly into her sister’s eyes.

I wanted Ean to speed up with Montana but for some reason, Bentlee felt it was her right to speed up whatever she thought she had going with him. Although, with the way she was playing around with him so teasingly, I could see Montana ready to pounce the first chance she got. I wasn’t sure on whom she would pounce though, her sister in retribution or Ean. Ean took everything Bentlee threw at him. If Montana was more aggressive than her sister, even if she did look snobbish and childish, she would be the one between Ean’s legs, the one wrapped in his arms as he just longed for anything to hold at the time.

It was a silent war between the two sisters. Neither one would call the other out because they each knew that they both wanted the same thing; they would only be tattling on themselves as well. I had to step in. I didn’t know Bentlee too well but I had to do something. I just hoped Montana wouldn’t shun me for picking on her little sister.

“So Bentlee, what game do you want to play next, you seem a bit restless there in my brother’s arms.” I peered over to Montana and caught an approving smile.

“I’m not restless; I could stay here all night and even sleep like this. I’m just a little chilly, that’s all. Maybe if Ean held me tighter, I could get warm faster,” she said triumphantly. From the facial expression on Montana’s face, we were on the same page and that little girl was open game for me. Ean just held tighter as the girl in his arms dug deeper back into his body. He looked a little chilly too and welcomed the comfort of a warm body.

“Oh, I thought that you wanted to play that game you were ranting about earlier,” I said coolly trying to pull out the lie, “you know, spin-the-bottle.” Bentlee stared at me embarrassed not knowing what to do for a second. I could tell she was catching on to what was happening to her.

“I don’t want to play that, I might have to kiss you or my sister. I would only play if you made it so girls can’t kiss girls,” she said. Wow, she was thick, or just very arrogant. That would just end up in a giant kissing session with Ean and three girls. I could see Ean grin and shrug a little at how pointless her reasoning was. I didn’t think though that he would be against it. “But I guess that would mean I could only kiss Ean, so the game would be pointless since we could do that without spinning a bottle.”

Clearly she had just thrown that sentence together from the top of her head, but she did get her point across as she turned her head to look up to Ean’s face. Montana was infuriated with her little sister and from Ean’s face, I wasn’t sure that he understood that all her anger was directed to the girl in his arms and not him. He was outnumbered with three battling girls over him and all he knew was that he was the center of attention and all three girls’ tempers were rising. I had to figure something out. I had to destroy Bentlee. Make her feel powerless.

“Bentlee,” I tossed out as indifferently as I could while shining my flashlight to her chest, “take off your shirt.” Montana and Bentlee both gasped, Ean just looked at me.

“No,” she almost yelled.

“Ean wants you too; it’ll make him happy. Or do you not care. If you don’t care about my brother, then you can leave his arms.” I couldn’t believe I said that. I had to sound like the biggest bitch in the world. But when it came down to it I guess, Montana was all that really mattered to me. I set my flashlight onto the floor, facing the ceiling like everybody else’s, and crossed my arms. The room was lit with a very soft, warm light.

Bentlee looked up to Ean with pleading eyes. He looked down before moving his head, moving his mouth to her ear and whispering something into it. Immediately after he stopped whispering, he began lifting the shirt from her body. What was he doing? I wanted her to make a choice, her to feel the shame.

Bentlee surprisingly lifted her arms up to let my brother fully remove the cloth. I looked to Montana to see how she was taking it. Amazingly she seemed almost happy. Her eyes were watching Ean’s face. I quickly followed her stare to find Ean fixed back at her. Bentlee’s shirt fell to the ground and Ean wrapped his arms back around her. His arms hugged into her bare chest. She looked so happy.

“Will it make you happy Ean,” she said warmly in his grip, “if they remove their shirts too?” She smiled to me like she just won a prize that I deserved.

“No,” he said quietly to her, “only you. Just you.” He dropped his chin onto her scalp and removed his arms from around her. “You are you, if there were three of you, I wouldn’t be giving you so much attention,” he said running his fingers down the sides of her belly. Bentlee looked half excited, half scared.

His fingers dropped further and further until I saw them lift a bit and his thumbs dip into her shortest of shorts. She exhaled harshly. She was holding her breadth for his fingers’ whole journey down her sides. Slowly, he pushed more and more, dropping her shorts and panties further down her hips. All I could do was bask in the indescribably scared shitless face on that little girl.

He pushed harder and harder until the fabric was forced under her sitting butt cheeks. After that, he had smooth access up her legs and past her socks to the ground. Bentlee was a doll in his arms as he pulled her feet back to slowly peel off her socks. Soon enough, she was completely naked.

Bentlee wasn’t the only one in complete shock. Montana and I were too. Both of us could step in anytime to defend the little girl he so casually undressed but we didn’t. I trusted Ean. He wouldn’t do something bad, especially right there in front of me and that girl’s older sister. Montana did nothing either. I knew she wasn’t so mad at her sister to let that happen to her. She had to trust Ean as well, or at least trust me to control him.

“Do you want me to kiss you now?” Ean asked Bentlee. She remained silent not looking to him but to Montana. “Do you like me? I like you. My sister, Maeghan, she likes me. I undress her like this when I’m about to have sex with her. Do you want to have sex?” Bentlee was trembling as Ean slowly dropped his right hand down her body and cupped her vagina. Gently, he began pumping it.

“I want to have sex right now,” he continued, “I know you can feel my penis in your back. Look at them. They won’t say anything. They both trust me.” Ean moved his head down to the side of her face as if about to kiss her cheek. “I can take off my clothes now; we can go right there to your sleeping bag, on top of it. I can have sex with you.”

Bentlee remained silent.

“Will you cry?” One of Ean’s fingers entered her slit and began slowly moving in and out. “I can smell you, you don’t want to have sex, you don’t want me touching you right now.” He pulled her body tight into his with his free arm. “I can have sex with your scared little body right here, right now, in front of my and your own sister, and no one will say a thing.” His voice was so calm and calculating that it was scary. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what Bentlee was feeling.

“My finger is inside of you. We have three days left. I can have sex with you every day several times. Over and over and over, my hard penis deep inside your little body. My cum inside you.” Bentlee seemed stuck between emotions. I’m sure she was scared half to death, but Ean, he sounded like he knew everything, he was in complete control and even though he could do whatever he wanted to her, something said it was okay. Beyond that, I’m sure the finger penetrating her girl organ stimulated her mind a bit.

“But when we have sex, I do think that you will cry. You want to cry now but can’t. I thought you liked me. The way you moved in my arms earlier, they way you ground you butt into my crotch. The way you dressed up for me, flashed your skirt for me. You’re not too little. You’re a few days past twelve; thirteen years old.”

Bentlee moaned as her hips quivered. Was she about to have an orgasm? I couldn’t believe it. I was sure she wasn’t enjoying it but I guess beyond the psychological torture, her physical body was building from my brother’s experienced fingers.

Ean stopped speaking and moved his mouth to her ear and inaudibly whispered. Bentlee’s back began arching outward as her head fell back to my brother’s chest. Her eyes closed. I could see her rib cage as she was nearly panting. I looked to Montana. She looked at the two with an expression I couldn’t read. Almost as an observer but with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Then I heard Bentlee yelp and turned to watch her flip into orgasm. I was watching for the first time ever, another girl go into an orgasm. Her pelvis shook as her legs tightened. Her arched spine seemed to want to compress in on itself as her face looked as if she were going through tremendous pain. It was all scrunched up with every muscle pulled tight. Moans and cries poured from her mouth.

I watched as her toes curled and knees locked. Ean’s hand stopped pumping her skin but I could still make out the knuckle from the penetrating finger moving.

I thought it was a bit harsh for just a bit of teasing, being brought into orgasm completely naked in front of her older sister and her friend; but he had to know what he was doing. Was he done with her too or did he actually plan on doing more like masturbating on her or actual sex?

Bentlee looked to be becoming exhausted and her moans started becoming more high pitched as her arched back straightened and then curled forward to hold off against the over stimulation Ean kept putting her through. She never did say to stop. She only cried more pathetically in her moans to stop.

Without warning, I guess he quit because she released the air in her lungs and ceased movement. Ean pushed up, almost standing and scooted back onto the couch. Pulling Bentlee up with him, he curled her up and angled her body slightly sideways before pulling her tightly into his chest. He waved for Montana and I to come up and sit with him. We curiously obeyed.

I sat to his left and Montana to his right. He then let loose Bentlee and draped her naked body over all three of our laps, her head resting on her older sister’s legs. Bentlee immediately tried to cover up but Ean held her hands down. He then put a hand on her belly to get her attention away from Montana and back to him.

“I’ll be in your debt for a very long time for this, but if you ever need or want anything from me in the future, I’ll be here for you. Just make sure that it is really what you want, you might get more than you thought you would,” he smiled.

Bentlee showed little emotion to him and retreated back to Montana. I thought that Ean might have overestimated her. He might have accidently messed things completely up. What if she told her parents what happened?

“Bentlee,” Montana broke the silence, “you have no idea how jealous I am of you right now.”

Bentlee smiled a little and quickly reached her arms up to her sister. Montana pulled her into a hug and Bentlee’s body quickly muscled away from Ean and I, and onto her sister. I was getting seriously scared. Bentlee looked quite shaken up from what just happened. Montana just held onto her protecting her. Ean peered over to me looking a little scared as well.

I just watched as the two sisters started whispering into each other’s ears. After about a minute of their growing smiles and whispers, Bentlee spoke.

“I think, that after that, you owe me that kiss we were talking about earlier.”

Ean smiled. Bentlee moved forward toward him and he followed suit. Ean went in and kissed her on the lips for about two seconds. It was a childish kiss, a first kiss for her probably and one any thirteen year old girl should receive if it was from an honorable guy. When he pulled back from the kiss, Bentlee let out a single laugh.

“If you’re going to kiss a naked girl like that, then you really are all show. I guess I’m going to have to take control now and show you how a naked girl kisses the man of her dreams.”

Bentlee reached her arms around his neck and pulled him in to her mouth. She went into a full blown make out. It was pretty dark in the room and I’m sure it wasn’t actually all that great of a kiss but with the shadows and the passion that girl put into it, it looked amazing.

Her body, her naked body then crawled from her older sister and back onto Ean. She stood on her knees over him and kissed down into his mouth. It began to almost look provocative.

“Okay Bent, I think that’s enough,” Montana called out.

At that, I saw Bentlee’s tongue leave her mouth and press onto my brother’s lips. Montana must have seen it too because she reached over and began pulling her off of him.

Once she pulled Bentlee back into her lap, she suggested that we all go to bed. I think she just wanted Ean out of the room so us girls could talk things over.

“Okay,” Bentlee said, “but I’m sleeping in Ean’s bed since he said he owes me.”

“No you’re not,” Montana said angrily, “I’m your sister and I’m not letting you do anything to him. He doesn’t really want to have sex with you; he was just saying that so you would get scared.”

“I don’t want sex, just kissing and holding. Ean owes me, he has to let me and defend me from you.”

I spoke up then. “Okay, but since Ean owes me too, then I say he has to let Montana and I sleep with him too.” Montana looked to me brightly. Ean just looked exhausted.

Bentlee happily agreed, apparently surprised that she actually was going to get away with it and we all headed off. Ean left to his room and us girls went to mine to change into our nightgowns. Bentlee didn’t even bother picking up her clothes.

In my flashlight lit room, Bentlee quickly pulled on a pair of panties and threw on her nightgown before she left to Ean’s, probably trying to catch him in the middle of changing. Alone with Montana, I slowly stripped down to my underwear. She did the same.

As she bent over away from me to get her nightgown, I stared over her body. I took it all in. Her breasts, her bulge, her entire frame. She looked so much more mature than me but was only one year older. She pulled back up and I kept looking. Her breasts were probably a B-cup easily. Mine were barely and A. Quickly I turned away as I caught her looking to find me sizing her up.

“Do you think Ean will like it?” she asked to my embarrassment.

“Yeah,” I responded uneasily.

“Do you think he likes my sister, you know…”

“He respects her, but I don’t think he actually likes her the way she thinks he does.”

“When he said that he wanted to have sex, I think he really meant it. He kind of glanced at you when he said it, like he wanted a release from my sister.”

“I think it’s more from being around three teasing girls than that,” I consoled. “A naked girl in his arms, his submissive little sister watching along side of you, and I stress you; frankly, I would worry if he didn’t get horny.”

Montana smiled contortedly as she pulled on her nightgown. I followed, pulling mine on. We picked up our flashlights and headed out to Ean’s room. We walked in and Montana immediately shown her flashlight on Bentlee in the center of the bed under the covers as I shown my on Ean in his boxers and a t-shirt getting ready to get in bed.

“I’m sleeping next to my brother, then Montana, and then you Bentlee,” I said as Ean settled in next to Bentlee trying to avoid her roaming hands. Montana was intent on enforcing my word and walked over to pull her sister away to the other edge of the bed, opposite of Ean.

I climbed down the middle as Montana crawled over her disgruntled sister. We all got settled in and turned the flashlights off. Soon enough, I fell asleep as uncomfortably as everyone else. Well, I guess though in that situation, I was the most comfortable. I was the center, the pivot point for Ean and Montana, Bentlee was just a little girl; in that dark cramped bed; I held the most power and knowledge.

I woke up to the hall light flicking on. The light broke through the slightly ajar bedroom door. I heard people sleeping but wasn’t sure who or how many.

From the deep low breathing, I guessed Ean. Montana whispered to me. The other then had to be Bentlee.

“Maeghan?”

“What?” I asked back softly in a kind voice.

“Can you really do anything to your brother?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Can you have sex with him right now and he would let you?”

“Probably.”

“Will you do it?”

“What?”

“Have sex with him now, right here. But quietly so Bentlee doesn’t wake up.”

What was she getting at? Did she really want to watch me and my brother have sex?

“He wanted to have sex earlier. I don’t want him to have to sleep the whole night not having a release from us,” she said too seriously.

“He can masturbate himself in the morning if he really wants it.”

“No,” she said in a harsh whisper, “you shouldn’t just let him hold everything in. Sometimes you have to pull it from him, make him rely on you to be happy. Otherwise, you’ll become dispensable.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I would do anything to make him happy. I want him all to myself, I always did but my sister had him. Then you came and you had him. You want to give him to me now. But he needs you, even if he wants me, he needs you. I need you too. You saw what he did to my sister. Do him now with me watching, bring me into your relationship. I don’t want to be the sister of Bentlee in his relationship with her.”

“What?” I asked confusingly thinking that I might be understanding what she was saying.

“Bentlee and him, you and him, those are two relationships, I can either start a third or join in and modify one of the two existing ones. I don’t want a third separate one because I might lose you and I don’t want to be with my sister because nothing more will happen with it. I want to be with you and him. That’s the only way for me to keep you and you keep him.”

Wow she was weird. She made a very valid point though. She also proved herself to be amazingly perfect for my brother. I didn’t know how to respond to what she just said so I just said something stupid.

“You just want to see his penis.”

Montana started laughing quietly. “Of course there’s always those added bonuses that come with the journey.”

I smiled and reached over to Ean. I turned over and got on my knees under the sheet. Slowly, I pulled at his boxers. They popped free from under his butt as he laid on his back. He mumbled slightly and I looked up.

“What are you doing?” he whispered very very lightly.

“Giving you relief.” I answered as I looked over to Montana pretending to be asleep.

“I don’t need it.”

“Well, your little sister does. Are you going to deny me?”

“Well, then let’s move to the living room for it, not here.”

“But it’s so much more exciting here,” I said pulling the boxers from his ankles and dropping them to the floor from under the sheet. I sat up and removed my nightgown. “Take off your shirt,” I whispered.

As I unhooked my bra, Ean’s shirt was pulled up and dropped to the floor. With me standing on my knees just under his growing crotch, the sheet was fallen back over my calves and revealing my brother’s naked body to Montana’s peeping eyes.

As I dropped my bra, I came to just realized that I didn’t need to be naked to have sex. But there I was getting completely naked in front of my best friend. It was too late then, I only had one piece of clothing left and that was the only thing that needed to be removed in the first place.

Coyly, I pushed my panties down to Ean’s legs. One leg at a time, I lifted and stretched the thin material past my supporting knees. Then I slipped it from my legs and dropped them to the ground.

Ean’s penis was as hard as it could get. I moved forward and grabbed at the large shaft with my small hand. I picked it up and glided it under my slit. Slowly, I dropped my weight onto it. It felt like the first time. The first time done right. And I knew Montana was just one foot away watching the whole thing. Ean just released a jet of air feeling his sex organ being enveloped by my vagina.

My body hit his. I smiled to him so big. He smiled back looking a bit worried or scared. I started lifting back up. After about a minute, I finally reached a steady speed of pumping. Ean stared only at me as if he was afraid of what he might find if he looked to the other occupants of his bed.

Montana’s eyes slowly opened more and more to take the whole sight in. What felt weirdest about her was that she didn’t just scale Ean’s body. I knew she was at a bad angle to see him anyways, but a lot, or at least more than I figured was necessary, of her attention was scaling my body as well. My naked body bouncing up and down onto my brother. But I could tell easily, that Ean was her main focal point. I decided I would help things progress faster as I could feel my insides tingle more and more.

Ean’s eyes followed my arm as I reached over to Montana and took a hold of hers. He looked up her body and to her face and I about laughed at his expression when he saw her eyes open. I just pulled at her hand though and rested it on his chest. Then I whispered to them.

“Since Bentlee got to kiss you Ean, I think it’s only fair that her older sister gets to also.” Both Ean and Montana stared at me as if I just betrayed them. “Ean, I want you to kiss Montana,” I whispered more firmly, “it’ll make me happy.”

Ean looked to Montana scared as if she wouldn’t let him, as if she would reject him. For a while, I didn’t think she would let him. She looked from him to me trying to figure out the situation. I thought she was going to back down in fear but apparently, she figured enough out to very shyly scoot in to my brother for a kiss.

My impending orgasm was fluctuating. I wasn’t really sure if I would orgasm. Almost all the times I went to have sex with Ean, I originally never thought I would orgasm, my primary goal in sex with him was to get him off inside me. That was all I wanted from him then. Right then, I wanted him to orgasm.

I picked up my pace as I watched their lips meet for the first time. They both looked incredibly embarrassed and shy about it. I reached down as I pumped faster and faster and moved Montana’s hand from my brother’s chest to around his neck. She just left it there motionless when I pulled away, not moving a muscle in it.

My own orgasm was then beginning to build again. The fast hard movements were getting to me. The bed was bouncing quite a bit and I hoped Bentlee wouldn’t wake up. Montana had assured me she was a deep sleeper and the night before showed how out she actually could get when she fell into sleep.

Their lips broke for a second and then returned. They clearly liked it. Unlike Bentlee’s make out session with him, this soft kissing moment was two sided.

Then Ean pulled away from Montana. I thought he became offended by something. Montana seemed to think the same thing at his jerk away from her. Then quickly enough, I realized why he pulled away. The pole inside of me flared in heat. He was getting ready to blow.

Montana was staring at him wandering what was happening. I knew exactly what she would be seeing. His eyes pull back and glaze over as his face looked like he had just been shot. He would be a scared, lost puppy to her eyes right then.

And then I felt him explode inside me. I felt the hot thick liquid fill deep inside me. Montana would then see his face remold. She would see the amazing pleasures a male goes through in the middle of his orgasm. She would see it only two inches away.

I wasn’t in orgasm but I still couldn’t help but moan as I felt myself filling up with his sperm. That liquid pumping from his body into mine. The sensation of sitting on his naked body, his penis stuck inside my vagina, after so much pounding up and down onto him. We just had sex, real sex and he was cumming inside me.

It felt so good. The physical pleasure was all there but not that amazing wave of orgasm. I was kind of glad too. I was conscious enough to watch every detail of what was happening. I could feel those little juts as Ean’s body subconsciously fought to get deeper into my vagina and inseminate me, impregnate me.

And then it all struck me. For the first time ever, I felt different inside. Down there, the feeling felt physical but my mind was probably just playing a trick; either way, I felt different. Something new, something good but bad.

I was so close to my next period. Cum, sperm, semen, my brother, he was leaking slowly into me now, the last of his juice. I was in my most fertile point of the month. A week away from starting birth control. Why did I have to feel something down there? Why was there a lingering feeling just between my vagina and stomach? In my womb.

It would be impossible for an egg inside me to be fertilized already, but I had that feeling. I might have had time to clean myself out. I could get most of the cum out of me. But I would have to tell. I would have to tell Ean the truth.

Ean.

He was locked in a gaze with Montana. They stared into each other’s eyes, her hand still around his neck. They both were smiling hugely and then they turned to me. The buck naked girl sitting on the cock. The fourteen year old girl who was probably just about to get pregnant.

Trust Ean. He said to do anything and he would fix my mistakes. I was fourteen. I wanted to take responsibility for my actions so badly but it was so much easier to trust Ean. If I did get pregnant, it would be his. His baby.

I had to trust him. It was the easiest way. I had to suppress everything, hope for the best and if it was the worst, then I would cry and ask for forgiveness. I was fourteen. Just a little girl.

I smiled to them and gently fell forward to my brother’s chest. Bentlee seemed to still be asleep. I couldn’t hear her breathing over Ean, Montana, and I’s but there was no screaming and taunting. She was asleep then.

All three of our heads were less than a foot apart in a triangle, all eyeing each other before letting out hushed giggles or laughs. I pushed the feeling inside me down and only focused on us three.

As the penis deep inside me slowly shrank, I knew that everything just had to work out. It had to. I didn’t want to think of any alternatives.

Montana looked deep into my eyes smiling. I looked back into hers. They were so pretty, she was so pretty.

We both turned away from each other right then trying to cover our embarrassed grins at each other.


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Grandma's Rose (Part the final chapter)

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Grandma’s Rose (The final Chapter)
 

A footnote in time: We spent three more days at grandma’s house. Mom was definitely pregnant having missed her period after many in-depth sessions that even grandma begged for mercy. I graduated high school with mom’s belly only a month away with our child. A few years have slipped by since Grandma moved in with us; Mom gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby boy (we named it after Grandma’s husband). My estranged older sister who called mom a shameless slut and me a bastard for making mom pregnant that grandma had walked up to her during that hysterical fit and SLAP

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PED her face so hard while giving sis a piece of her mind over the situation, that sis walked out of our lives and stayed away.

 

I lay on the Master bedroom bed while grandma lavished my cock with what she called Grandma’s gum job (she’d pull her teeth out) but she could deep throat my cock easily now. “Mmm … I love your cock!” she’d say as she lay between my legs feasting till I’d either blow my load into her throat or fuck her sweet old beaver until I creamed her good. She was trying to give mom a rest since mom was now in her 5th month of pregnancy (at age 45) with our 2nd child.

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Two days ago, grandma had encouraged me after another special rose massage to fuck her ass; I was a little taken back at first (she was weeks away from her 69th birthday) but she persisted and I gave in. My god her ass was tight but after an hour of finger stimulation with plenty of lubricant I sank my cock ever so slowly into grandma’s rectal depths. My 11-inch cock felt like it was held in a vice! Time and an increasing need to pump prompted me to begin thrusting into her tight ass. Grandma’s cries of discomfort in her belly urged me to new heights but also brought mom in to see what was happening.

 

“Oh – mom are you ok … Patrick please be careful!” she complained with urgent concern.

 
Grandma’s hand grabbed mom’s hand as she grunted between my increasing deep thrusts, “I begged him too …”
 

Grandma’s cries of discomfort slowly became grunts of pleasure as she relaxed and my need to cum

drove me into her ass with abandon; this incredible aged woman woke me this morning with a blow job, then mounted me riding me to orgasm, cleaned my cock and now has me fucking her ass. I was certainly in heaven.

 

“Go to slow deep thrust Patrick … your close now, don’t hurt grandma …” I desperately tried to switch to slow powerful deep thrusts, grandma now tightening and loosening her rectum driving me insane and soon I was humping her virgin ass like a dog in heat.

 

“UMMMM uggggggg …AHH ummm” I growled as I exploded into grandma’s bowels to lay panting as mom complimented both grandma and me for an incredible love-making session.

 

Mom helped Grandma to clean up and together they walked naked into the rest of the house, I lay resting since grandma had literally “fucking” exhausted me being barely 10:30 AM. I started awake to the doorbell ringing. I got up going to the bathroom and showered.

 

When I finally came to the kitchen with just a pair of shorts on, I stopped dumbfounded as the ladies wearing loose partially open robes sat at the kitchen table with my sister who was crying. I listened for several minutes till mom said, “Look son – your sister is here …” (she indicated with her head that I should come over and then pantomimed a kiss while nodding towards my sister)

 

I did as I was told leaning down to kiss her cheek, “Hi Sis – good to see you again.” I stepped back in shock, Sis was sporting a black eye and numerous bruises to her face.

“What the hell happened to you … who did this … they had no right …” I blurted angrily, somewhat surprised as Sis quickly stood throwing her arms about me in a tight hug.

 

“Its ok … I deserved it, my mouth… (sniffles and sobs) … will either you or mom (as she reached her hand over to touch mom’s shoulder) ever forgive me for what I said …” she babbled.

 
In short, Sis has had a rough 3-years floating from job to job and boyfriend to boyfriend and with her last assault ran home to mommy. I had slipped out to do some errands while the ladies talked the rest of the day away. On coming home, I walked partway through their conversation, “…ohhhh, your brothers’ baby just kicked … (while grandma was adding her two-cents) “… he just finished giving me a hell-of-a-work out just before you came …”
 

“Come sit with us son…” mom said with her legs spread nicely to expose her bare cunt. I went over to sit beside mom, grandma was in the chair and sis sat on the love seat, mom’s hand caressed my inner thigh as sis watched with amazement.

 

“Candice, if you are going to live with us – you are going to have to accept that your brother is my lover and father of (patting her tummy) … several of my children!” mom spoke with firm authority (Candice nodded her in acceptance of the situation) “… In addition young lady, we… (indicating Grandma and herself) … are having incredible sex every single day to which YOU will willingly submit yourself continuously as we do for your brothers’ pleasure…”  again she spoke firmly with stern authority (while she stared hard at her … long intense minutes passed before Candice again nodded her acceptance) “Good – are you on birth control?”  mom demanded. Candice again nodded yes. “Open your bag and give them to me right now – you are forbidden to use birth control so your brother can impregnate you as well – is that understood as well!” Candice looked hard at mom and with tears slipping quietly down her cheeks she walked over to her suitcase, opened it – removed several packages and walked back over to mom, knelt down beside mom putting her hand on mom’s swollen belly and handed her the contraceptives.

 

“Good choice and welcome to the family.” Said grandma.

 

“Patrick – take Candice’s bags to her old room, while we have some tea …” mom patted my leg.

 
I had left carrying the bags, I barely heard mom’s voice, “I take it your not a virgin, so you know something of pleasing a man … when you go to your room, you sit there and think – when your ready come out here ready to become your brothers willing slut … is that understood (Candice nodded yes) … good. Tea anyone?”
 

When I re-entered the room all were in good spirits talking happily. Sis kept stealing glances at me often blushing as my eyes met hers as she stared at my groin. I began rubbing the inside of mom’s inner thigh and she shifted to allow for a better spread for access to her cunt. I rubbed my finger up and down her moistened slit. Candice watched openly with somewhat widened eyes as I leaned over to suckle on mom’s lovely swollen breast. As mom encouraged my groping Sis excused herself to use the lady’s room and slipped from the room.

 
Sometime later Candice came back into the room – naked. I had been busy between mom’s spread legs eating her pussy of its creamy nectar to stop and turn my head as mom stopped moaning to say, “There, such a beautiful young 22-year-old lady, come closer – give us a look-see with a slow turn … very nice … what are your measurements?”
 

“Afraid I take after you mom – 38-B – 27 – 32 … does my brother approve?” she asked in a very sensual soft voice.

 

“Oh yeah, very lovely Sis …” I nodded as I checked out her beautiful trimmed pussy, long legs and perky breasts with erect nipples.

 

“I am now your slut Patrick, use me as you want … I hope you will soon provide me with a very swollen belly like mom’s and if you are pleased  with me … to continue to pump baby juice into me till I can no longer have any children…” she intoned very seductively as she widened her stance into a lovely sensual spread.

 

“Can you suck cock Candice …” asked Grandma.

 

“Yes, not well – but I am eager to please my brother… maybe he’ll let me practice a lot.” She blushed again sweetly and seductively speaking.

 

“Well – lets see what you can do … give him one now so we can give pointers.” Chirped grandma.

 
I sat back down beside mom as Sis slid the coffee table away and knelt between my spread legs. She winked at me and lowered her head to lick me cock, then her hand took my shaft as she slowly and wetly began to bob up and down, her hand softly cupping my balls. She could get about half down her throat (as Grandma urged her to go deeper even if you have to gag); Sis continued to work my shaft, her technique was adequate but her throat was tight, she gagged repeatedly (to Grandma’s immense pleasure and encouragement while mom stood up and disappeared). Sis worked with enthusiasm with tears steaming down her cheeks as she gagged chocking down the potential emesis (mom was back touching her shoulder, Candice stopped looking up as mom whispered into her ear, “Go slowly down, time your breathing … let your throat relax as his cock enters it… use this towel if you need to vomit … your doing wonderfully my girl”
 

I lost count after eighteen times that Sis persisted – each one resulting in her retching into the towel but she was now ¾ of my 11-inch shaft working hard as my balls began to ache. “Feel his cock twitching … he needs to cum! Swallow his cock so he can spill his cum in your throat.” urged Grandma as she sat back fingering her cunt as the other hand played with her clit.

 

Candice looked up at me with tearful eyes as she moaned and worked on my cock, her hand pumping me rhythmically for she knew I was very close, she winked at me turning her attention back to what she was doing and deep throated my entire length as she squeezed the bottom of my shaft which caused my explosive cum splattering her throat which unfortunately the next blast caught her tonsils as she had pulled back, between gagging and trying to puke I covered her face, upper chest and hair with many more blasts of stringy cum.

 
Candice went back to trying to clean me up till mom said, “That’s very good Candice, you please your brother and me with your efforts … in a few days you’ll be very good at it.”
 

Candice stood with her legs slightly spread and on an impulse I reached forward to cup her cunt. I was right she was immensely slick with wetness and gave her a wink letting go of her; she sat back down on the love seat. She caught mom’s glance at her groin and quickly opened her legs into a nice spread that brought a smile to mom’s face.

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Later that night mom whispered in my ear, “Take your sister to our bed – fuck her all night; we want to hear her scream in passion as you plan your seed repeatedly in her belly – do it good now son.”

 

Grandma brought my sister to the bedroom naked and right to the bed, folding back the sheets she patted her backside to urged her under the sheets,  “Surrender and enjoy girl” whispered Grandma.

 
 

Sis lay there like a scared virgin, I cuddled her as her arms folded around me with tenderness whispering, “I’m yours – do what you want to me … I just want to please you …”

 

We didn’t talk. I suckled her erect perky tits with hunger; I nibbled, bit and tongued her as I manipulated her swollen globs. She responded to my touch and was soon panting with desire. I roughly played with her furry muff waiting for her to start getting creamy, when she did I knelt between her spread legs leaning in to inhale her. I began to eat her cunt with wild passion suckling and nibbling her outer and inner lips, soon tugging as I worked my way to her clit which had now popped out from under its hood to peek at me, it was small rose bud which I intended to devour. I suckled, bite, tugged and nibbled till she was breathing heavier, her legs trembling as they flew about; one minute feet firmly planted on the sheets the next in the air … her passion was becoming intense, her moans became a whimpering cry that grew into she-ban screams. She was slick with flowing nectar her lips swelling as she entered her orgasm that shook her body and rolled into waves of orgasms as my tongue flicked in and out of my sweet sisters cunt; Mom had hinted strongly that she was not a virgin which somehow excited me. I licked and tongued her now gushing twat. My cock was throbbing uncontrollably. I needed my sister more than ever.

 
I teased her, nibbling her inner thighs till she begged, “I need you, mount me – mount your sister…”
I want to be your slut, take me as you take mom … oh please I can’t take any more!”
 

I climbed slowly between her heaving hips, looking into her eyes (she nodded as she mouthed TAKE ME … please). My hand slowly opening her engorged pussy I pressed my cock against her slick opening and sank in at least half way (she was creamy and tight) She screamed slipping into an intense orgasm “EEEEEEEE ouuuuuuu Son of a ummmmmmmm” that left me to slowly push deeper and begin to pump into my sister.

 

Her hips were pushing up as I drove down into her forcing her spread wider; I succeeded, my full 11-inches was buried in her pulsating twat that held me intensely tight; tighter than Mom or Grandma.

Sis between her rampant panting asked hotly, “Do I feel good … (I nodded yes and kissed her lips for she was incredible hot beneath me) … good enough to make pregnant with your baby … (again I nodded as I kissed her passionately, my tongue chasing hers and dipping into her throat)  … I haven’t taken any birth control pills in months … I’m very fertile right now!”

 

We fucked, her mouth spoke dirty incestuous words driving me wild. She screamed very loudly for mom and grandma as we did every position you could think of  in our attempt to make her pregnant.

Her screams intensified as my cock worked its way into her uterus – after my 5th straight full cum I collapsed in exhaustion. She whispered in my ear “I pretty sure little brother that my belly will be swollen before long…” She kissed me and we fell asleep.

 

I woke to a pleasing sensation of my sister socking my cock which had probably been going on for some time, she noticed I was awake, stopping long enough to whisper, “Ready …” as she crawled up shifting slightly to guide me into her soaked creamy cunt. “Ok little brother …” she rode me hard, her screams drew mom and grandma into the room as she shivered with multiple orgasms coating my cock with burning hot pussy cream.

 

What started with a rose massage, led me to impregnate mom 3 times and my sister is due in 2-weeks with our 3rd child and grandma can still suck cock the best of them all at age 78. We live very well in a northern mountainous state and I’m pleased to say that my sister was chosen to deflower my first son on his 12th birthday in 4 months.

 

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A Son's Touch (part 2)

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A Son’s Touch (Part 2)
 

We lay panting in my matrimonial bed; the sheets saturated in sweat and my teenage son’s first vaginal cum still oozing from my sluttish beaver with his gigantic horse cock still buried. I had never felt so satisfied from any sexual escapade. I smiled, snuggling my legs firmer about his young waist ensuring he stayed deeply buried, wishing I could hold him in my arms.

 

“OOOOOhhh – Mom, geez that was incredible …” he exhaled in rapid bre

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“MMMmmm child, do you still love your mother?” I hotly whispered into his ear.

 

“Oh definitely – I LOVE YOU Mom … I’ve always loved you … more than you could possibly know!” he lifted slightly off of my chest to look me right in the eye as he almost silent mouthed the words.

 

As he slowly settled his weight back onto me, a tear of extreme pleasure rolled down my cheek as I felt his monster cock stir once again in my womb. His words touched deeply in my soul as he began to thrust ever so slowly into my incredible slick very tight cunt. His father generally worked me over quite feverishly with his 7 ½ -inch cock ever week he was home but as always I never quite felt the magic.

 

“MMMmmmm – ohhhhhh Mom, your so tight … are all girls this tight?” he kind of mumbled almost a growl between increasingly harder thrusts that made the old matrimonial head board thump against the wall.

 
“Ugg … Uggg … uugg…” I gasped at each of his increasingly powerful thrust, “Mommy … eeeugg … is tight …. Uffff … cause I … (my breathing getting ragged) … had c-sections … UMMM … FUCK … OH GOD … Ummmggg … Ohh, Oohh … geez child (I spread my thighs apart farther as I tightened my legs around his waist tighter and thrust up into him to meet his eager but urgent jabs) … you making sure you   … Ohhhh AAAHhhhhhh … (felt his cock head slip into my traumatized uterus) … your mother … (I began to orgasm splashing my teenage son’s horse cock with creamy cum) … EEEougggg Ohh eeeeeeeee (I screamed into his ear as I thrashed beneath his now furious hammering wishing I could lock my arms around his neck) … pregnant … (his fingers sought out my vulnerable ass madly pulling my ass cheeks apart and inserting 3-fingers into my slippery asshole) … OoHH UGG OHHHH EEEEEiiiouuu oh oh oh … that’s my boy … OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH … FUCK  ME … (I convulsed in multiple orgasms beneath my son as he now manipulated me into his fuck-toy)  UUUmmm you have me good … go to it … FUCK YOUR MOTHER …”
 

“OOOOOHHH uuuuuuuuumm Ggggggggrrr – OHHHH” his sizzling hot cum splashed against the walls of my uterus (one – two – four – seven – nine streams OMG he wants his off-spring in my belly really bad) 

 
“There – there … ssssssshh … seed Mommy good … make your baby in me … you can have me when ever you want … always!” I whispered soothingly to him as his impassioned grunts of lust grew feeble and I could feel his massive horse cock begin to soften, “You have mommy right here … you rest …” while he gave an occasional thrust into my swollen slick cunt, “You made me your slut … sleep inside me …”
 

I started awake! I was alone. I lay there wondering … was it a pain killer induced dream?

 

I think not – my belly hurt deep inside, my pussy was sore and soaking, my ass was laying in a very gooey mess. What time was it – oh god, my daughter could be home! I smiled; it was real! My son just FUCKED his mother, the slut – really well!

“Are you ok mom?” my teenage lover-son whispered into my ear, “Did I hurt you?”
 

My eyes flipped open as he sat beside me on the bed, “I’m FANTASTIC son and you can hurt me or do what ever you like to me anytime you want …” as his hand slowly encased my bare breast in youthful exploration.

 
“Gee, their really magnificent!” as he gentle cupped my booby and pinched my nipple. “How big are … (he searched for a discreet word) … your breasts?”
 

“38 C – son, do you really like them … would you like to suck your Slut’s tits…” I asked in a seductive tone.

 

“I would love to … will you teach me everything I should know … to please you?” he replied in exasperation or anticipation.

 

“I will, I will … but first take your slut to the bathroom …” I replied enthusiastically yet begging.

 

“Ok – do I get to play while you go …” he asked shyly in barely an audible voice.

 

“Son, I’m yours – you can do anything you want to …” I repeated in my best seductive voice.

 

As I sat on the toilet my thighs widened automatically so my young lover could play; his hand worked its way easily into place cupping my cunt, his thumb brushing my tingling clit. “Mom – you can go when you want to …” he whispered as he knelt beside me.

 

“Do you like it when Mommy goes pee …” I asked looking at him.

 

“Yeah – I like everything … I love the taste of you mom, ever since I been a little guy …” he shyly stated with a blushing leer.

 

“Richard, you just tasted mommy just this morning – bare hours ago …” I replied somewhat shocked.

 

“No, I’ve tasted you a few times mom – I really have …” he blushed deeply as he spoke somewhat enthusiastically. He guided his finger into my seeping gash as my urine flow splashed across his cupped hand and he began to finger-fuck his mother (god he makes me into a sex crazed bitch). I let him work my sore cunt, thinking how I could question him to learn more.

 

“Does mommy’s lover want to take her back to bed and play with his slut …” I batted my eyelashes as I cooed out the words. (He nodded enthusiastically)

 

He guided me back to bed without wiping my beaver all the while he fingered me continuously, gently sat me down on the bed and leaned me back placing a pillow behind me. I knew my son was about to eat me to his hearts content. He knelt on the floor before his spread mother and began to feast.

 

 “Ummm ohhhh son, my lover … do you like mommy’s unclean cunt … ummmmm ahhhhh…” I breathed feeling the surrender of my horny lust fall away with each loving lick he did to me. “Sweet child … ummmm … tell mommy all the times … ohhhh, everyone of them that you tasted mommy … pleaseeeeee … tell mommy … mommy wants to become incredibly hot for you … I need to know to teach you …” I whined passionately between the sensual ohhhs and ahhhs trembling from my loins.

  

As he sucked my swollen (and tender) pussy lips and feasted on my engorged (again tender) clit

and in-between several intense orgasms he told me the following. As a child I’d allow him to play hide and seek while I lay in bed (often in skimpy erotic clothes or nothing) he especially liked it when I had just been ridden hard by his father or how he crept in to our room during the night (or while we’d been occupied) to smell and taste my panties. How he often dreamt of me and most exciting was how he had stolen my panties on his fathers last visit home (apparently creamy with cum) and for the first time lay face down on his bed pretending to ride me as he smelt my panties, the result was his first masturbation (I guess) that I had been sniffing and trying to taste when I fell down the stairs.

 

That was enough; I was wildly stimulated (the little bugger could eat pussy much better than my husband) I needed his horse cock in me again. “Ohhh – Sweet child, climb on mommy … fuck your slut … rape your mother (I noticed he’d get rather excited with that word, his breathing caught in his throat) … RAPE me, put your baby in mommy …” I begged like a slut in a growling sensual voice.

 

Oh wow – he rather lunged onto me as I tried desperately to wiggle my ass back further onto the bed managing in my awkward state one leg partially dangling over the bed while the other savagely forced wider as my son pushed himself between my thighs.

 

“Ummmm mom – I want you so bad, the way you talk …” and with some brute force, worked his swollen almost purple horse cock against my well glistening fuck-hole.

 
Oh Jesus he speared me good with at least half that magnificent horse cock, “Ohhh God … That’s mommy’s lover … RAPE YOUR MOTHER … FUCK ME GOOD … use me … ohhhhhhh ugggg …

(he’d forcefully sank the rest into me – my belly hurt deep inside) … FUCK me son, fuck mommy good (I knew I had him … his 3rd vagina fuck and he was insatiable, almost savage) … Ohhh YES do your slut … take me … (I was slipping over the edge again, helpless without my arms, at his mercy) … Show mommy how bad you want to … OUUUUUeeeeeeeIIIII ouccchh ouccchhh  me …” (his monster cock again pushed itself roughly into my uterus with one knee bent foot flat on the bed he jack-hammered into me with more force than ever, I was being bounced on my own bed) “Rape me … oh Rape me please … force you seed into your mother … ouccchh ouccchhh (his cock was well within my uterus and I wanted his seed … orgasms swept me in blinding flashes of light, my son was an animal on me as he hungered for his own release)

 

“Take my baby mom … ” was all he said jamming deeper into my sloppy cunt. Then I felt it – his hot jism whitewashing my uterus walls as he kept pumping his seed, my belly swelled up – it now squirted out and around back past our entwined sex organs squishing out and down the crack of my ass with each of his pulsating thrusts.

 

Needless to say the afterglow and aroma of sex permeated the bedroom as his lay on my belly. It time he whispered, “Mom – What will dad say … especially if I made you … well have my baby …?”

 
“UMMMMmmm – I desperately want your baby in my belly and you did plant it good in me! As for dad – he’ll think it is his and neither, you or I will tell him different - OK!” I spoke in a dreamy state. “You will always do what you want to me – I’m yours … we’ll work it all out…”
 

“Mom, how long before we know if you are pregnant? And what should we do – about daily things?” he persisted.

 

“For sure in 6-weeks but I can try one of those early readers at 4-weeks and we will do what we want every day – what do you want son?” my heart in my throat, afraid he’d reject our situation.

 

“I want to … well you know … and learn how to please you … ” he mumbled into my belly button.

 

“Richard! What exactly do you want to do with mommy – tell me …?” I begged firmly.

 
He delayed answering for long minutes, “I want to do what were doing … I really get excited when you mention that R-word – something happens deep inside me … (his voice rose) and I want my baby in you and then another or so…”
 
“You like to RAPE your mother … mmmmmmm, I am definitely going to teach you how to (my words diminished to silence) … but first my son, my magnificent lover … better get me all cleaned up before my daughter gets home…”
 

As I stood in my bathroom awaiting the hot soothing bath that was running, I wondered if I could control my innocent son’s hungry need to rape me but most I was enjoying his attention kneeling between my spread legs as he sucked on my swollen (hell by the feel of it must be 2-inches and as thick as my baby finger) … ohhhh god, this little bugger can sure eat a battered pussy well!

 

From deeper in the house came the rough closing of the front door, “Damn … Monica’s home early!”

 

“I’m naked mom – the bed is messed – she’ll tell dad – ohh jeeeez mom, I want you so bad!” my innocent lover said it all in the time it takes to take a breath.

 

“Get me into the tub and throw on just your pants then hurry back in here and begin washing my back ...” I snapped.

 

He quickly got back into the bathroom kneeling beside the tub began to wash my back just as a voice called from the bedroom, “Mom, you here …?” called my daughter.

 

“In here Monica – your just in time to save me from the clumsy attempts of your brother …” I called cheerfully.

 

Monica peeked around the corner of the door jam and began laughing hysterically, “Ritchie … I think your suppose to look … your missing mom’s back … I’ll do it!” boldly walking in taking the face cloth from my shy lover who had his head lowered into his free arm to hide his eyes (supposedly from my nakedness).

 

“I’m sorry mom, I tried …” and slipped quietly from the bathroom.

 

Monica took over, doing a very good job (she’d make a great nurse) of scrubbing me all over, spending long agonizing seconds lifting my boobs as she paid close attention to my erect nipples. Her touch lightened as she washed my belly then very sullenly lifted one leg scrubbing it good then placing it in a bent knee position as she did the same to the other. Her attention to my breasts and now to my battered used twat with its engorged clit drew her gentlest touch as smiled; my breathing quickened with deep catches of rapid intake of air as she brushed my clit. She leaned close to my ear, “Does that feel good mom” she whispered. (All I could do was nod my head in the affirmative.) I could not believe my ears or the intense feeling of sensual pleasure that Monica was causing in me, I couldn’t help but think to my self that I was one horny slut; I took my teenage son’s cherry and now literally letting my barely teenaged daughter please me. Her fingers and hand played with my cunt like a pro lesbian. Again she leaned in to my ear as I was just entering a tingling orgasm, “So – was Ritchie any good, can he please a woman or do you need my help too …” OMG –  my eyes flicked open looking at my daughter just as an orgasmic wave struck me as she inserted her middle finger in my cunt.

 
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Rebuilding Mom (part 4)

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Chapter 4

 

 

 

Many days slipped by, we were together as a family yet very distant; mom had on and off bouts of minor drinking but she slowly slipped back into a motherly role; cooking, dishes, laundry and she sat outside in the sun frequently but she slept with her door closed, always fully dressed and often appeared far away in thought.

 

 

 

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style="font-weight: normal">Me! Well I applied myself to home study; frequently caught myself remembering the exploration of mom and infrequently cursed myself when I awoke with my penis erect but most of all I was concerned for mom doing everything I could to lighten her burden at the same time reduce my guilt.

 

 

 

About 2-weeks later mom awoke early, called me as I needed to attend a field trip of area home study kids to visit a museum for history. As I said good-bye to mom I noticed she did not have her usual cup of coffee on the table but a full tumbler of hard liquor. I was speechless as I touched her shoulder, our eyes met, she shook her head side to side repeatedly with a sad face saying off-handily, “go”.

 

 

 

I had difficulty concentrating being concerned about mom and late that afternoon arrived home to find the kitchen partially thrashed, chairs upset and a lone full glass of liquor still sitting in the same spot. I slowly went in search of mom, she was nowhere in the house or yard, I did not know where to look next and wondered aimlessly about the house straightening up. No note could be found. It was now after 8 PM and starting to get dark with a slight rain beginning. I thought I heard the gate but could not see anyone and sat patiently looking out the front room window. It was now after 11 PM and raining hard when I got up to look about again when I noticed out the kitchen window something by our tree.

 

I rushed outside to find mom hugging the tree crying her heart out.

 

 

 

“Mom … Mom … What is it … why are you outside, please come in out of the rain … I been so worried about you …” I had to stop questioning as I ran out of breath to suddenly realize she was whispering something. I leaned down to listen.

 

 

 

Faintly through her tears at barely a whisper, “tell me you want me … tell me you want me … tell me you want me …”

 

 

 

Rain and tears ran unheeded from my face as I cupped her face in my hands, “I want you mom … I need you more than ever … please come with me into the house … please I want you …” as I slowly assisted her up to a standing position and guided her into the house.

 

We entered the house, she clung to me for support as I locked the door and turned out the lights. We made out way to her bedroom where I turned on just the table light. All the time mom keep barely whispering “…he wants me … me … he wants me …”

 

 

 

“Lets get you out of these soaking muddy clothes mom…” as I undressed her, “we need to get you into a hot bath mom or you’ll get sick…ok”, mom let me do all the undressing at this point I had her down to her bare breasts and her panties. She clung to me resting her head on my shoulder so I slowly moved to the bathroom bring her with me. I started the water running adding lots of bubble bath beads; soon I had sufficient water of just the right temperature and turned to mom saying, “I’m here mom, just you and me. Lets slip you out of these wet panties and get you into this hot bath … ok” and she willingly let me and I noticed her muff needed trimming, so before getting her into the tub I reached across to the cabinet pulling out the scissors and trimmed her up some. While I guided her into the tub and got her sitting down I started to slip of my wet shirt, pants and socks.

 

 

 

While I knelt on the floor I bathed her clean, leaning her forward to wash her back and spent long minutes washing her breasts because her nipples were so excited. “Just you and me mom, I’ll take care of you now…” as she just nodded following direction and willing opened her thighs for my washing.

 

 

 

“Are you feeling better mom? … Where were you? … I was so worried …” I asked. “You warming up mom, the goose bumps are gone now…”

 

 

 

Mom leaned forward reaching around my neck pulling me towards her, “Kiss me sweetie … I love it when you touch me … please!” she begged as I had drawn away slightly.

 

 

 

I willingly kissed her forehead, cheeks, neck and her shoulders as she purred “Ummmm yes, mommy likes that…”

 

 

 

“Time to slip you out of the bath mom” as she stood naked again before me, I helped her out and began to dry her off. Then I guided her to her bed. “Ok mom … slip into bed, we have to keep you warm now, I’ll go get you something hot to drink … be right back.”

 

 

 

On returning with hot coffee fixed the way she like it, she sat up with my support and seeped contently.

 

Soon she was starring intently at me then softly asked me, “Is that all my little boy has been doing to mommy when you took care of me?” I looked down guiltily shaking my head no. “Tell mommy what you do and why you do it to … please sweetie.”

 

 

 

“I been … well … the first time I had to clean you … well all over and I liked it mom!” I confessed honestly, “…and you seemed to like it when I touched you … well I … I just keep doing it…ok.”

 

 

 

Mom nodded her head yes, “Did you put that (pointing to my groin) in mommy?” she barely whispered again.

 

 

 

“Oh no mom, I never did anything like that to you … it grew … but no I never did anything like that”

 

I whined.

 

 

 

“Did you want to Paul?” mom asked looking me straight in the eye.

 

 

 

I simply nodded my head yes and hung my head

 

 

 

“I am very proud of you son!” she smiled and hugged me.

 

 

 

We sat there for a while as mom sipped her coffee, then she suddenly asked, “Why didn’t you son?”

 

 

 

“Oh that’s simple mom … I had no idea what to do … I was happy just touching you all over and then … well, my hand discovered your (I point between her legs) and it pleased you … so I did that a lot.”

 

 

 

“You didn’t know what to do?” asked mom in an amazed tone.

 

 

 

I shook my head no again.

 

 

 

“Well that was part of the reason I went for a walk Paul; I was sorting things out in my mind …” she stated. “It also dawned on me out walking that you young man repeatedly said you wanted me … so I believed or understood you meant it as a woman … and I know its against the law … but its just you and me … then, well … (very long pause) … I want you too.”

 

 

 

I hugged her tightly and smiled, “Ahhh mom, I still know nothing more than I did before…” I moaned.

 

 

 

“Then son, we will learn together … ok?” mom smiled and pointed to my crotch, “Seems your body knows more than you think…”

 

 

 

I started to shake and mom shooed me off with a kiss to my lips to have a hot shower.

 

 

 

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Mom lifted the covers and patted the bed. “You belong beside me son.”

 

 

 

I lay down and mom slowly started kissing my shoulders and face, “Ummmmm you smell so good, mommy won’t break, do what you always do to me son.” She said with a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face of great warmth.

 

 

 

“Well I usually … hmm … “ I stammered.

 

 

 

“What sweetie? Just do as you did all the times before and we’ll see what happens…” mom coaxed.

 

 

 

I pushed her back; slowly I kissed her face, her neck and her shoulders while my hand caressed her arms and breast. “Ummmmm ohhhhh yes, so nice,” mom whispered. I continued really kissing her soft warm skin, inhaling her smell. Soon mom had trapped my face in her hands and we kissed passionately, initially mouth closed but she slowly forced my mouth apart chasing my tongue as her breathing increased. My hands were never still, caressing her breasts, tummy and legs all leading to her magical triangle and her creamy tunnel of my lust.

 

 

 

By the time my hand was petting her bush mom had laid back and left me to play while she encouraged me, “Mmmmm sweetie, mommy likes that … Ohhhhh ummmmm” as my finger slipped along her tunnel lips, “I’m all yours, explore me …”, to which I now half lay on her suckling her breasts as my hand cupped, fingered and played with her now swollen bud. It was not long at all before mom was panting, “Oh My God … I’m cummmmmming … my son is making me cummmmm …”

 

 

 

 

 

I do not know how to explain what she said next as I started to slip my hand in her very wet tunnel. Needless to say her hips were humping up and down, legs opening and closing and her words what I could make of them surprised me, “Ohhhh FUCKKK … Ohhhh you loving boy … Ohhh mommy’s cunt is so tight. …Ohhhhhh … your hand in me … ” To which she began to shake and scream as she had before which only urged me to suck her breasts more as I slid my hand and part of my lower arm in and out faster. Mom was getting it good and it excited me, I was peeking down at her thrusting open and closed legs (the sheets had flown off some time ago) to my surprise I seen her tummy one second swell and another shrink down.

 

 

 

After the 3rd massive shaking cum my hips began to dry hump her thigh, my penis was swollen. Mom urged me more onto her as I continued to suckle her breasts and mostly due to my position I had to slide my hand from her magical tunnel. Mom was finally able to catch her breath, “Ohhhhh you dirty little boy, you been doing mommy good all those times you played with me…are you trying to make me your slut … tell me what you want me to be and you’ll have it sweetie … make mommy your slut.”

 

 

 

I stopped and looked at mom, she was all dreamy like, her hips still thrusting at times, “Mommy? What is a slut?” I asked.

 

 

 

“What I want to be for you … I’ll do anything for you … a slut can’t get enough of what your doing to mommy … ” mom panted.

 

 

 

“I just want you happy mom … if what I’ve been doing will make you a slut, that’s good isn’t it mom?” I asked in all innocence.

 

 

 

“Mmmmmm you got mommy very excited Paul … come fuck mommy” breathing rapidly, “put your hard cock into mommy … do it for me sweetie, turn mommy into just your slut!”

 

 

 

And with that she urged me in to the right position on top of her, reaching her hand down she took my very swollen penis guiding it into her HOT CREAMY … what did she call it … a cunt. I was home it was beyond words as she withered and squirmed under me, it wasn’t long before I was driving into her slowly as I continued to suckle her breast.

 

 

 

“OH GOD … OH Lord … my son’s cock is in my cunt … do anything you want to mommy …” she screamed, “Show mommy how much you want her … show her you want her as your fuck slut …”

 

 

 

I was in heaven … mom was so hot and creamy and soon I had that strange feeling in my stomach again and building like before; I think it was getting worse, the more mom moved under me the more the feeling was moving towards my penis. “Mom, I think I’m sick, its hurting … burning towards my penis …” I told mom between gasps of breath.

 

 

 

“Oh sweetie … no … no … mommy’s not protected … pull out … fast …” she screamed.

 

 

 

I pulled out of that magnificent place and as I did great gobs of sticky white stuff splashed all over mom’s tummy, thighs and the bed. “Ugghhh Uggghh Ohhhhhh Ugggggh ummmmm” I screamed.

 

 

 

“Oh Sweetie … mommy’s sorry, I forgot.” She cooed as I collapse onto of her. “That was close, you could have made mommy pregnant … we’ll have to take care of that … mommy wants you so bad … I want to feel your cum splashing inside me … I want you to be able to lie there and pump your cum into me … ” she cried with real tears rolling down her cheeks.

 

We cuddled for a long time, my hands never still as I caressed and teased mom. Before long I had her panting again. When she noticed I was getting big again she told me she knew how to let me cum in her for as long as I wanted to. “Let mommy roll on her tummy, now put it in mommy’s other hole sweetie … it will be a lot tighter but you can do it as often as you like in there till mommy gets some protection.”

 

 

 

I had only played with her ass once and I was determined to please her. She urged me on as she guided my virgin attempt of my once again swollen penis. “That’s it sweetie, stick your big cock into me … OH MY … Ummmm … Ohhhhh …”she screamed as I sunk slowly in her tight opening. My eagerness was too much and I thrust like I was in her … cunt. “Oh Paul, slow down … Ohhhhh …” I was putting it to her tight ass good, soon mom quietened down and met my thrusts and we were off and doing good.

 

 

 

“That’s it … fuck mommy’s ass … seed her ass with your seed … yes FUCK ME .. F U C K K K K me” mom was never ending, her words increasing my desire. “Mommy’s your fuck slut … give it to mommy … make me your S L U T …”

 

 

 

I stuck it in her slow, I did it fast … mom passed out twice as I fucked her for close to 45 minutes before I again felt that incredible feeling that made my thrusts more furious. Till nothing would stop it I let go spilling my seed deep into mom’s lovely tight ass.

 

 

 

I awoke sometime later, with my once again growing cock still buried in mom’s ass and I feasted again, this time going slow while my hands felt her swollen breasts; I was sunk in good and mom let me go as she continued to urge me to turn her into a fuck slut and I’m not sure what that was exactly but I was feeling very good fucking her in her bed. Her alarm clock showed 2:40 AM and I was once again spilling cum (as mom calls it) into her again, this time I slipped out of her. As I lay there beside mom, she was complimenting me on my magnificent cock. “You sure are big sweetie … you have to be at least 10-inches and very thick … mommy will have to measure you.”

 

 

 

Mom’s clock read 4:55 and my hand once again buried in mom’s hair cunt and she was screaming, shivering and panting as her hips went wild. I had been working on her for some time as I once again snuggled in tight to her chest and suckled her nipples harder as I shoved my hand in and out of her (I now know as fisting) as she swore I was out to make her a fuck slave all in one night. At 5:35 I was again on top of my mom, this time between her thighs as I fucked her cunt. I knew now what mom didn’t want splashed inside her and I was determined to fuck her cunt good and hard pulling out when I needed. Mom whispered into my ear in the darkness as I fucked her that if I kept going she’d be a whore within the week. I’m not sure what a whore was, but I did know now what mom wanted as she urged me to make her a fuck slut and I was going to make her one. The sensation was just starting and I pulled out and rolled mom, and thus slipped my raging swollen cock covered in her creamy goo and slipped into her ass very deeply and easily to finish cumming. I fell asleep right there snuggled deep in mom’s tight ass.

 

 

 

When I awoke mom was trying to slip out from under me and I held her in place as I began growing still in her ass and even though the clock read 9:35, I held her there and fucked her all the while she keep say, “Oh yes … Mommy’s your fuck slut now … you made me your slut last night … you can do anything to me now … ” And shortly after she uttered those words I spilled my seed deep into her again and rolled off … I watched her walk with difficulty to the bathroom and smiled, I had finally had mom as a woman and she was magnificent and contently fell back asleep …

 

 

 

 

 

“How is Thumper this beautiful day?” asked mom as I slowly walked from the bathroom to the kitchen.

 

She was sitting at the table naked, looking very radiant and content.

 

 

 

“Thumper?” I asked looking bewildered at mom.

 

 

 

“You know, Bambi’s little rabbit friend … I call you that after the work out you gave me last night, oh lord son I could barely walk, your cock is so big …” mom beamed with immense please. ““Mommy cooked for you, figured you be hungry this morning”

 

 

 

I leaned down and kissed her passionately as my hands felt her swollen breasts, my tongue was invading her mouth yet again as I slipped my hands to her groin where she automatically opened wide to allow me access to her still very stick wet tunnel of pleasure. I was fingering her good when she whispered into my ear as I leaned onto her shoulder while I played, “Do you like son, you made me a slut last night … I’ll do anything you wish.”

 

 

 

I stood her up and leaned her over the table and slipped my now hardened cock into her slippery triangle of pleasure and proceeded to fuck her cunt till I had her panting and screaming with pleasure, my thrusts were getting furious as I neared the point of needing to withdraw but it felt so good and way she was standing leaned over I was not quite fast enough as I grunted while thrusting spilled cum into her cunt.

 

 

 

“Ummmmmmm Ohhhhhhhhhh seed my unprotected cunt, I’m your fuck slut … I’ll have your baby … take me to bed and fill me with your seed!” mom begged passionately in great gasps of catching her breath.

 

 

 

I did just that, her bedroom clock said 11:15 and I fucked her and fucked her. By 4:55 I had cum 5 more times into my mother driven on by her sensual words to get her pregnant. I left her lying in a very sticky pool of cum in bed to go to the bathroom. “I’ll be right here Thumper, hurry … come fill mommy with your baby seed … your slut needs you…!”

 

 

 

Looking up into mom’s beautiful eyes as she looks over my shoulder as I write this letter. She definitely became my very pregnant slut; I have pumped allot of cum into her and she has rewarded me with 2 beautiful children in those 4-years. I fuck her 5 – 6 times a day and fist her twice a day. Each time is as good as the first time I slipped into her HOT cunt. She proudly walks into public places on my arm often wearing short skirts without the anxiety of someone seeing her burns. Right now I will end this letter and take my mother to our bed, I have this urge to fuck my slut and in doing so seed her belly again with another child. (If not she just said, “you’ll put your cock where it belongs, back where you first slipped out of your mother.)

 

Rebuilding Mom (part 3)

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Chapter 3
 
I awoke suddenly having this incredible urge to pee; my eyes flipped open and I was laying in mother’s bed alone … laying in a warm wet yet very sticky mess. I hopped out of bed to run to the bathroom where I spent some long relief filled minutes happily cascading a full bladder. With a very content and comfortable bladder I suddenly remembered the events of last night. Oh No and mom was not in bed; I became concerned and naked I set off exploring the house, I found the back door open, peeking around the door jam there was mom sitting on a chair naked soaking up the warm sun.
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“Good morning sweetie … I thought you’d never wake up (sipping a cup of hot coffee) … did you slip well…” she asked with a voice of honey that made me shiver as she shifted in her chair thus exposing her spread thighs, her hair mound as she crossed her legs looking at me.
 
I nodded yes still peeking out from behind the door jam, suddenly very aware that I was naked as well.
 
“Come out here sweetie, sit with mommy and enjoy the beautiful morning” she encouraged, “Its ok, mommy’s naked too. To which I hesitantly stepped out lead by my now rapidly growing penis.
 
“Come give mommy a big hug my boy” she waved her open arms to me.
 
As I leaned down hugging her nakedness she whispered, “Thank you for saving me from myself”
I was startled, confused and most of all over-whelmed by a very guilty feeling of what I could remember of taking advantage of mom. My mouth had dropped open and I was starring at her.
I got light-headed and mom pulled me into a chair beside her.
 
“We need to talk son or rather I need to talk … I don’t know where to begin …” she cried as tears welled up in her pleading eyes.
 
“What is it mom … are you sick … do you need help?” the words tumbled from my confused mind.
 
“Oh sweetie, mommy is ok and you have helped me beyond words already without you even realizing it …” she leaned forward her hand resting on my naked knee as she winked at me, “Be a dear and get mommy another hot cup of coffee … then we will talk, ok”
 
I returned very carefully with that hot cup more aware then ever of my exposed private parts being so vulnerable. Mom sat quite comfortably, her legs together with just a hint of her triangle hair showing.
I sat down and waited patiently as well as very scared that I had been caught and was going to get one hell of a lecture.
 
“Paul, I am struggling with the words …” she exclaimed frustrated.
 
“I’m sorry mom, you were so soft and sexy … I couldn’t help myself …”, I blurted out guiltily.
 
“Oh no sweetie, Paul - you did magnificent … honestly … beyond belief … please, just let me get my feeling out sweetie, your not in any trouble.” She pleaded.
 
We sat for some long moments, my attention focused not on her naked body but her face and eyes.
 
“Paul, thank you beyond words for last night and most of all for the incredible loving care you have given me for so many months after … well the accident … I need not tell you what it was like living with your father … you suffered as much as I did.” She took several big breaths composing her self.
 
“I remember a small frightened boy already abused give me comfort, love and compassion so many times when I was hurting … then I thought I lost you in the hospital but you again were there for me … and now the last couple of weeks I have been a childish burden to you and extremely proud that you were the loving young man who took charge … you see … well I … I …” mom struggled with suppressed emotion. Having shed a few tears she refocused to her task at hand. “I thought I was damaged goods … a scarred up ugly woman … I turned to drinking … but I remember that night at the tree … my brave young son became a man … who through all the unpleasant dirty crap (sniffing and tears slipping down her cheek) … spoke very softly on leaving a depressed sorry for herself woman throwing a tantrum his very loving words … do you remember those words Paul?”
 
I thought back through time while nodding my head in the affirmative, ““Your not ugly mom, your beautiful and sexy”
 
My mother leaned forward touching my knee, “you did say that – word for word but I remember what you said afterwards (sniffling), “... and you need me …and that you wanted me”
 
I sat there with a stunned look of awe, while mom sat back in her chair taking a sip of her coffee.
 
“I think we should talk sweetie, lets go inside.” She said as she stood and I followed like a beaten puppy still remorseless guilty of my earlier actions and thoughts.
 
I sat on the couch in our small living room while mom sat in the slightly battered armchair, I felt small and insecure sitting there naked. Mom just looked intently at me for an indefinite period of time.
 
“Paul … I want to know what you meant by YOU need and want me … a need the truth sweetie”, mom questioned in a very neutral voice.
 
My heart stopped! My mouth became the desert in a hot wind. I cast my head down shyly managing to utter far to fast the typical response of security, “…ah, I’d be sent back to the home away from you”
 
“Paul … you are my son who I love and cherish … do not offend me with such a response … I understand that reason … but I can tell even now that is not what you really meant … the truth please sweetie!”
 
I shifted very restlessly not knowing what to do with my hands as my brain raced in many directions, till finally with tears cascading down my cheeks I sat upright and the truth slipped out as I looked her straight in the eye, “I love you mom, more than you realize … I have for a very long time … I … I  … have certain … well thoughts …”
 
Mom sat there with huge crocodile tears splashing on her naked breast. “Sweetie (sniffling) … those thoughts … like last night … ME … your mother … how did this come about?”
 
The floodgates of truth were open. “…cause we were helpless, we took care of each other … our tears of pain … the touching … we always helped each other … (sniffling and tears) … then that night at the tree …  helping you, washing you suddenly I wanted more without realizing it … I touched you … lots … you had passed out and you liked it … I know… I’m a terrible son to take advantage … ”
 
She slipped out of her chair to come and sit beside me holding my shoulders as her hand slowly lifted my chin to look at me. I felt lower than a snake’s belly.
 
“Paul, you mean the world to me and what your feel is quite normal, young boys often think of their mothers that way … understand (I nod yes) … you and I have shared hardship beyond belief together
so I understand the innocent inquisitive attraction that has formed those thoughts … I also know that you are a very loving, compassionate young man with no friends or social life …”, she leaned forward and kissed my cheek very tenderly. Withdrawing only slightly whispers, “Thank you for making me feel so beautiful and loved.”
 
She sat back into the couch with a deep sigh then began to giggle that roared into laughter, struggling to catch her breath she said with a twinkle in her eyes, “Well son, looking at the two of us (giggling) there appears to be no secrets hidden anywhere…” she burst out laughing again as I realized she was referring to our nakedness.
 
The tension disappeared as her mirth became infectious and we roared with laughter. We hugged on –off as we sat facing each other grinning. Mom sat back finally and becoming quiet.
 
Time stood still.
 
Long minutes passed when mom in great seriousness stated, “Paul, I cannot in truth say I will not drink again … I’m coming to terms with … the accident, what it means to me … but I know my body and heart enjoyed your lavished affections last night … (she held up her hand to silence me) … and I feel special sitting naked with you … you know the scars … we both need to think … sweetie, do you know what incest means?”
 
“I think I do … it means love with family members …I think it means private or special …” my mouth speaking as the thoughts slipped through my mind.
 
“Yes, I’m sure that is part of it … I also know it is against the law and religion … do you understand sweetie my appreciation for the pleasure you gave me, my state of mind … we need to think about this … how it will affect us, you … me …oh yes son we have to (she stands caressing my cheek) … need to think …” and walked away to her room.

Rebuilding Mom (part 2)

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Chapter 2

 

 

 

I awoke again to the horrible sounds of agony, once again finding mom naked draped over the toilet. I sat again rubbing her back and telling her how beautiful she was and that I’d help her get better. She continued dry heaving for a very long time, which worried me immensely figuring I may have to get her to a doctor. In the process of her being sick she had several accidents in the form of … well, she passed urine and had some bowel movement
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that embarrassed her greatly.

 

 

 

“Mom, its ok … I’ll clean it up like you did for me when I was younger … your just … well your turn to be sick, I’ll take care of you … ok”, I pleaded repeatedly and firmly.

 

 

 

I was getting through to her, she nodded ok repeatedly and I went about quite comfortably cleaning her. I wiped her magical triangle and cleaned her incredible bum with tissue. I lingered sufficiently to show my incompetence about a woman and finally drawing a hot bath assisting her into the tub and lie down while I washed her from head to toe. “SSSee mom…” I stuttered, “I’m grown up and can help you now when you need me…”

 

 

 

“Yes, my boy…however you should not be seeing and doing this for mommy… or seeing these terrible scars…” she cried as large tears slipped unheeded down her cheeks.

 

 

 

I cut her off while I continued to press the fact she was ill, that it was just between us and I was grown up repeatedly stopping her insistence that she could manage. I defended my position strongly that she was weak, that she needed rest and most of all that we needed no one else that I could do everything for her. All the while I continued running hot water in when the water cooled down and plied the face cloth across her skin even taking her hand away when I came to the scarred skin areas. My persistence was rewarded as she passively opened her legs to allow me to wash her beautiful mound. This passivity continued as she allowed me to dry her off even in her intimate parts. With my arm around her naked body I guided her back to the bedroom, sitting her naked in her chair while I changed the bed linen.

 

 

 

“You really have grown up sweetie … I am very proud of you …”, she whispered as if she was either very tired, weak or both.

 

 

 

I finished my task of bed making and coming over gave her a very tight physical hug and kiss on her burnt scarred shoulder that made her quiver yet want to pull away to hide as I simply said, “I love you mom, I’ll be the man around the house for you.” With that I firmly helped her up and placed her in bed naked covering her with the blankets. “You rest now, I’ll go get you some hot soup and then when your finished rub the cream onto your … well … your scars mom.” And before she could refuse slipped out of the room.

 

 

 

My lust driven motives and pampering increased almost hourly as I did everything I could possibly think of to be constantly near my naked mother increasing her dependency. The compromise I had to presently live with was keeping her slightly supplied with her alcohol, just enough at times to keep her happy.

 

 

 

I would read to her, massaged her, and did a rough form of physiotherapy to her injured part to keep the muscles strong but my best lust capped endeavours was to keep her naked, accompany her to the bathroom to the point when she was tipsy wipe her and make her walk about our tiny house with my assistance thus enabling my hands to touch her naked butt or have her breast rest against my supporting arm. Within a week my lovely mother had become dependant on me and did not resist in any way to all my lust or pampering.

 

 

 

At the end of the week, after she had indulged a little too much in the alcohol I played my thrump card; after returning her from the bathroom and another stimulating hot bath, I slipped her into bed and told her I’d sleep with her since she had accidentally had one too many so I could be handy.

 

 

 

With bleary unfocused eyes, very slurred words and a devious smile, “ookk … welllll … slip in” she cooed. To which I nodded and showing much bashfulness and embarrassment started to undress while she watched occasionally licking her lips. I attempted to slip into bed with my shorts. “No way mister, I’m nekkkked … youuu (hiccup) have to too”. To which I shyly did and slipped beneath the sheets.

 

 

 

Some long moments later she snuggled up towards me begging me to hold her to which I readily did.

 

“Nooo … sweetie, lay on mommy so I can hold you (hiccup) like when you were young …” I slowly lay on top of my mother, head on her chest as her arms enveloped me whispering incoherent words of endearment all the while rubbing my nakedness.

 

 

 

Needless to say it was mere moments before I had a very large erection that occasionally thumped against her scarred tummy. She shifted occasionally till my erection was firmly wedged under her beautiful bottom and felt her hair mound caressing my tummy and thus she fell asleep.

 

 

 

I do not know how long I lay there on her nakedness before I slipped to her side in her restless sleep. My deviant behaviour crept forward boldly and thus began to suckle my mother’s breast hungrily which much to my delight I received encouragement by the size of her nipple, her hand holding me in place and her whimpering moans of pleasure. I feasted hungrily all the while my hand felt up mom’s other breast and eventually began caressing her body.

 

 

 

Somewhere lost in time, mom came awake whispering fairly coherently, “That’s my little man … your really pampering mommy now … keep that up and neither of us may be able to stop this sweetie!”

 

 

 

Oh no … I FROZE (my hand cupping her lovely hairy triangle) … what should I do … pretend I’m asleep !!! Slowly I summed up my courage driven on by my now very swollen penis thumping quite happily against her side. I snorted as if asleep shifted slightly snuggling more into her breast and resumed a slow suckling of that incredible nipple while my hand returned to sliding up and down her wet slit while my heel of my hand swivelled on her now swollen love bud.

 

 

 

Ever so slightly my mother’s legs slipped wider apart, my hand could feel the difference immediately as her vagina lips swelling, her wetness now slipping freely into my cupped hand and her “Ummm’s and Ahhhh’s” increased. My lust increased as my fingers now explored her creamy tunnel from wince I came and hungered to return. Driven on by her barely audible whispers of “more” and her now pumping hips I eagerly slipped more fingers into her so that eventually my entire hand was working its way into her and matching her thrusting hips and her now very widely spread thighs with both feet firmly on the bed. Her panting breaths were intermingled with cries of passion directing my hand efforts to the point where I was now slipping part of my forearm into her quivering body.

 

 

 

“Oh yes sweetie … slowly … slip more in … Ummmmm …. Ahhhhh … Oh Yes Oh Yes … ummmmm … I’m cummmmmmming … oh you sweet child … your making mommy cum so hard …” time stood still I was pleasing my mother as I had never intended to do … I was now lost as to what next to do but was very aware of my now thrusting hips dry humping her side and the presence of a stickiness making my swollen penis slide across her skin.

 

 

 

“I’m cumming again …” appeared to be mom’s favourite quote having now lost count after 6 screams of the same. “Oh sweetie … you have to take it out … mommy can’t take anymore … please sweetie …”

 

I felt this incredible hot flow running over my arm that was exposed from her incredible thrusting tunnel and this weird feeling in the pit of my belly moving rapidly to the head of my painful penis … and the unbelievable flood of lights flashing through my brain …

 

 

 

Rebuilding Mom

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Good day, it is my first ever attempt to put down on paper the nightmare we lived. I say (we) because it involves my incredible mother and I. Backing up a step, may I introduce ourselves and set the scene. My Name is Paul; my mother calls me sweetie and lately Thumper (after Bambi’s rabbit friend). I just turned 18 last week. My mother is Pauline (whom I was really named after) is 38.

 

 

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It is a story of my mother’s incredible comeback after a horrific accident and her loving encouragement that fostered the anger inside me, which is why I write our story; the event took place over 4-years ago.

 

 

 

June 3rd, I was awoken to yelling and screaming again; my drunken father had come home after being away for an extended weekend of god knows what and was apparently upset about something to do with mom being a cold woman and where was that brat that you trapped me with … the door to my bedroom thumped as my eyes glued to the turning door knob, I shrank in terror of another brutal beating. I could hear my mother’s voice pleading and then the ugly sounds of fist smashing into flesh and repeated hits, scuffling and muffled voices as the sounds withdrew further into the house. I crept from my bed to listen at the door and slowly opening to peek out; the scuffling was in the kitchen as the door to the attached garage was wrenched open violently with my father dragging mom’s limp body through the doorway yelling, “…you’ll burn in hell this time you cold bitch!”

 

 

 

Suddenly sirens and flashing lights filled the windows as yet again the neighbours had enough; the police PA system was calling to my father to put down the object in his hand and lay down on the ground. Hell had invaded our turmoil existence again. I had by now reached the kitchen, peeking into the dark abbess of the garage with its big door open, whirling flashing lights, spot lights flickering and to my horror a flash that ignited the garage. In the back blast that concussed this feeble child I had seen my father flinging a liquid onto the unconscious form of mom while yelling at the police as he walked out of the garage he struck a highway flare and then oblivion.

 

 

 

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It was weeks later before I could function mentally again; physically I was relatively lucky to come away with as the doctor had said, “miscellaneous contusions”. Mom on the other hand was finally in stable condition with a severe head concussion, wicked body contusions and multiple burns still lying in the intensive care bed. I was a temporary ward of the court since Grandma (on father’s side) was in a nursing home and he had driven all other family from both sides away along time ago.

 

 

 

I was allowed to sit alone with mom in her glass room. Her eyes tearing unchecked as she attempted to lift a hand to beckon me to her side as I reluctantly walked towards the tubes, bandages and machines that represented my mother. Her only concern trembling from her feeble voice was, “… if I was ok and that she was sorry for what happened.”

 

 

 

I was taken back; this object laying there represented the individual that had saved me from a horrendous beating at the cost of her own safety, the result now before me. I was speechless, but felt the compassion to hold her hand tightly for I knew not how long and had to be pried away with force from my mother. As I was dragged out into the hall I remember the medical staff voices saying, “…far to traumatic for a young boy … no more till she’s stronger…”

 

 

 

So began the forced separation from my mother for the next 5 weeks.

 

 

 

I was finally allowed to visit mom, she was in a small room shared with another. Her tears and whoop of joy as I knocked sticking my head in through the door was real. “…Oh Sweetie … I missed you …”

 

We hugged cautiously and held hands for along time just chatting, never once discussing the incident that placed her here. When an individual in uniform clashed into the room with a wheelchair demanding that it was physio time. Having been away from mom for so long I was not about to be abandoned again and begged fiercely to accompany her, when all agreed I watched in stunned horror as mom slowly slipped out of bed, some dressing still encased her legs, yet other terrible wicked looking bruises covered other parts of her but it was the sight of raw inflamed twisted flesh of the burns that stood out the most. Her once vibrant walk was now a shuffle accompanied by grimacing pain all over her face.

 

 

 

I watched intently as her physiotherapy was started and at times held her hand to give her strength but looking back now it was to gather strength from her to remain with her through the ordeal. I witnessed her legs being moved, therapy baths, massages and so many countless treatments that my mind swirled to her pain and yet remember only her soft words of encouragement and talking about things that I was doing. And so for months whenever I was allowed we’d face these encounters together and gradually I came to accept the disfigurement of mom.

 

 

 

Till finally the happy day when mom could come home months after the incident. Mom had at times taken passes from the hospital to tend to home matters and each time seemed more withdrawn to where she barely talked with me anymore.

 

 

 

Mom picked me up from the house where I had been staying, talking through the window to the woman that had cared for me; as I climbed into the taxi I noticed mom was covered in a hooded long garment; we rode in a taxi to a out-of-the-way area pulling into a treed yard and finally to a small house and so began a new life. All was not happiness!!!

 

 

 

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Mom showed me the house for what there was of it, then my room telling me to get settled in and check out the yard. Having explored all that was our domain I returned to find mom huddled on the couch crying still wearing her cloak, a bottle of alcohol on the table beside her. I came to sit with her and was told to sit away across the couch, held back from sharing the bond I thought we had developed in the early days of physiotherapy, worse mom was drinking.

 

 

 

This cold rejection increased as mom never went anywhere; all groceries were sent in and like mom I became semi-recluse to being by myself. It heightened when I had seen an old newspaper article about the incident; that was how I discovered my drunken father had burnt to death at the time and we had been rescued.

 

 

 

Now after weeks and weeks of drinking my mother was slowly developing the same traits and in one of her physical moments I cried out that she was no better than he was, after she had hit me across the face she struggled away crying. I eventually found her outside hugging a tree crying.

 

 

 

I sat down on the ground beside her speaking softly, “this can not go on mom, your turning into the thing that you protected me from, it’s destroying you …”

 

 

 

“Who gives a damn, no one cares … I’m ugly all scarred up … no one wants me now …”, she hissed in slurred speech

 

 

 

I care Mom, without you I would not be here and if you go on like this I’ll be all alone again…” I tearfully cried my heart out. “Only you and I can stop this …”

 

 

 

Within her drunken foggy mind I apparently touched an animalistic primal urge of motherhood; she attempted to focus on my face while concentrating on my voice and finally she nodded her head in resignation of acceptance, then passed out onto her face.

 

 

 

In the twilight of dusk I bodily dragged my mother into the house, closing the door I wondered what to do next, whom could I turn too … there was only … me! And, finally I dragged her to her room.

 

I struggled to get her feet under her enough and while lifting and pulling managed to roll my drunken mother on the bed and walked away.

 

 

 

It was all of an hour later having cleaned myself up, hid the liquor bottles and tidied up the house that I walked back into mom’s room to sit on the bed wondering what to do next. I struggled to remove her cloak, then her urine covered pants and soiled shirt before I realized it I was looking at the semi-nude image of my mother. I sat there staring at her as a woman, her breasts dishevelled in her bra and panties soiled and drawn into parts of her anatomy. I was amazed that I was aroused!

 

 

 

I was acutely aware of the budge in my pants and that in the past troubled years I had grown up: I had stayed close to mom during the physical abuse, I fought to be with mom when she was in hospital; I fought to stay with her in physiotherapy; I fought to stay with her when she was released from hospital and most of all I was now fighting to keep her as my loving protecting mother. I did not want to be alone! I do not know how long I sat there gawking at my mother; I just knew I had to do for her as she always done for me, protect her from herself.

 

 

 

I shakily reached forward and rolled mom so I could slip off her dirty bra and then slipping my hands into her panties my hands came into full contact with her soft skin and I swear there was an electrical charge exchanged between us. There before me was my disfigured naked mother and she never looked more beautiful, but how do I, a 14-year-old kid convince her of that?

 

 

 

Many thoughts came into my juvenile mind, some very lustful while others were compassionate. To my embarrassment before my mother (who is looking over my shoulder as I type this), I submitted to my lustful inquisitive thoughts; I leaned forward and kissed my mother on her cheek, her lips, her shoulders and her lovely breasts of which I felt up with abandon, amazed that her nipples harden to over an inch while I suckled till mom groaned and mumbled in her drunken sleep. To which I explored my mother’s body; kissing her scars on burnt shrivelled skin, her arms legs and finally the forbidden region from whence I was conceived, carried and born. It was magical – a healthy patch of pubic hair, the aroma of stale urine! Yet, as mother tossed in her sleep her folds opened and before my virgin eyes lay a pink wonderland of an unknown tunnel that led into her soul; I felt and cupped that triangle of pinkness; exploring the folds with a ghostly touch so as not to awaken her, my fingers slipped up and down with her increasing wetness that dribbled from her wondrous tunnel; with my body shaking uncontrollably I slipped a finger within my mother and thrust, exploring. Then I slipped in another as mom’s unconscious form quivered as she danced to my touch and before my eyes I watched a bud at the top of this magical tunnel grow into what looked like a small penis. I touched and explored that bud till mom began convulsing uncontrollably on the bed gushing forth-creamy slippery wetness that covered my fingers and hand as I continued to explore her private canal. Mom’s body continued to shake, her hips thrusting up into my hand and her triangle of hair matted with her wetness. I damn near peed my pants as her voice screamed, “Ummmmmm – Ooohhhhh – Oh yes, EEEEeeeee … ” finally lay slumped open legged on the bed. And I stood beside the bed trembling in fear of what I had done.

 

 

 

I left the room and wondered about the house in fear of what I had done; I molested my own mother, I evilly and willing played with her and most of all ENJOYED it immensely. What I needed to do now was clean mom all up and explaining when she awoke that she had dirtied herself and I had cleaned her up and tucked her into bed as she had done me so often.

 

 

 

I crept back to mom’s room and sat staring at her lovely delights till I finally got down to actually cleaning mom up; a large bowl from the kitchen, hot water, towel and face cloth; I set forth and starting at her face with the greatest compassion driven by lust washed every square inch of her lovely body while at times lingering to explore her hidden recesses and once again contriving to illicit a response from my lustful administrations as thus succeeding in making my mother dance and scream repeatedly to my fingers of which a good portion of my hand was inserted inside of her creamy tunnel and thus wet her blanket below her thrusting quivering hips as her legs spread widely for my exploration that I am sure carried on far too long as the water was cold when I finally returned to cleaning up the gooey mess that I had to go refill the bowl with hot water.

 

 

 

When I had completed satisfying my exploration of lust, I rolled mom below the blankets to leave her sleep and returned to my room to reflect on my evil deeds glancing at my wrist watch I discovered that I had played with mother for nearly 7 hours, it being now shortly after 2 AM slipping contently into sleep.

 

 

 

I awoke leaping from my bed to a horrible sound of agony following the sounds to find my naked mother bent over the toilet casting the ruminants of alcohol and diet neglect repeatedly into oblivion of the toilet bowl. Her nakedness aroused me again and I sat on the tub encouraging her to get rid of that terrible stuff in her tummy (as she had often told me when I was sick) while slowly caressing her naked soft skin on her back and shoulders. When she had finally appeared to stop I cleaned her face up with a hot facecloth and assisted her back to bed. Running quickly to the kitchen I returned with a jug of cold juice and a glass and while supporting mom helped her drink some.

 

 

 

“You’re a Sweetie, can you bring mommy the aspirin bottle … mommy has a headache,” she requested softly. On return, mom cast down 5 or so of the pills and rolling onto her tummy slipped back asleep. I sat with her; rubbing her shoulders softly till faint soft snores immolated from mom and thus encouraging my wondering hands to caress her breasts along the sides and down her back to caress her naked ass and before long mom was restless in bed, her legs opening to which my fingers slipped to that magical tunnel area and very gently traced the folds of the pinkness till I found her opening and thus slipped inside her creamy warmth as my fingers thrust in and out making her moan and pant. I continued as mom’s hips firmly pumped against my hand and the bed that increased dramatically as my finger stroked her enlarged bud and she screamed into her pillow, “Ohhh god … Mmmm …” and so many other cooing noises till she screamed “Oh yes, EEEE eeeeee …” and thus lay still and panting.

 

 

 

Having quietly and somewhat guiltily slipped away, I prepared lunch in the form of soup and sandwiches to start nutrition back into mom and repent for my evil playing that I had been doing and just before noon, slipped into her room and gently shaking her shoulders awoke her urging her to take some food.

 

 

 

On rolling over she started to sit up suddenly realizing she was naked began a angry tantrum using some nasty language and with horror realized what she had said reached out to drew me nearer; she caressed my face saying, “I’m so sorry sweetie … I … well last I remember we were outside … how did I get here and … how’d I get undressed?”

 

 

 

“We talked outside mom … I helped you get here and then … well you had been sick several times that I couldn’t leave you like that … so I … well I …”, I stumbled to a halt while my face reddened with embarrassment I asked, “How do you feel this afternoon?”

 

 

 

“I feel better than I have in along time … thanks to you, I remember some of your speech young man…” she said as she tried some soup, “I’m sorry you had to see your ugly mother and sick on top of it…”

 

 

 

“Your not ugly mom, your beautiful and sexy”, I blurted out wildly.

 

 

 

“I think not sweetie, I seen myself in a mirror, I’m all scarred and disfigured … I’m ugly and no one will want me ever again…” she began to softly cry, “Please leave me, get out …” she suddenly snapped, throwing the food to the floor.

 

 

 

I slowly walked towards the door, turning said with all the passion I could muster, “Your still very beautiful and sexy … and … and I need you …” and as I closed the door slightly, said almost inaudibly, “and I want you mom” walking away with tears flowing in my eyes.

 

 

 

Hours later, I peeked into mom’s room and saw she was asleep again; I watched her from the door for awhile then quietly slipped in and picked up the dishes from the floor and soaked up some of the mess.

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Inside Me

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“How much do you really know my brother?” I asked Montana as I sat down at our lunch table with my tray.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you two have talked on the phone, and more than once. You never told me anything about that and when Ean talks about it, he gets quiet and stops talking soon after.”

Montana seemed intrigued with what I was telling her about my brother. She also appeared afraid though that she was in a corner.

“Listen,” I started, “Ean really needs a girlfriend for more than what I can offer him. It seems he had high hopes with your sister and now that I’ve got him to release his emotions, he wants
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me to fulfill that stuff. I’m his sister, I can’t do it.” Montana looked at me curiously for awhile before speaking.

“Sooo, you’re scouting out girls now for your brother.”

“What did you two talk about that you felt wasn’t important enough to tell me yet?” I began showing irritation in my voice. I didn’t want to answer her question. She caught onto my impatience.

“Well, we talked maybe five or six times, for a couple of hours each.”

Five or six times, what was she pulling at? There would be no way a person could forget the exact number of something like that.

“We talked a lot about my sister, and of course I bragged a lot about myself. I basically said that she was too stubborn to change and I wasn’t, let alone I didn’t even need to change to make him happy. Mainly I just flirted with him a lot. It was impossible to tell whether he liked it or did it back to me. But he let me do it to him.”

Montana paused and looked to my face.

“You can’t blame a girl for trying,” she remarked.

“And did all this information just slip your mind all the times we talked about my brother before.”

“You would do the same if it was my brother. You would have never let me see him if you knew that stuff. Besides, I made hints about it.”

She did make hints that she liked my brother, and that my brother probably already mysteriously liked her back, but nothing big enough to figure all that out.

“Also,” she continued, “if you are looking for a girlfriend for your brother, one time, I did jokingly ask him if he would go out with me when he gave up on my sister. He said yes, even though to you, it would sound like a joking yes, I think he meant it.”

This was all way too much way too fast. She said there were hints though. She left hints. My mind did suspect something all along. I always had a gut feeling. Damn it. Those tiny things, tones in voices, wording of sentences, pauses between words, facial expressions; were those things Ean used to plan everything. Things I always overlooked as insignificant. They were impossible to tell the meanings too, I think. Was that why Ean was so smart?

Montana was playing with her food waiting for something from me. Waiting for me to make my move. I acted on impulse. Things just came to me. Montana waited. Was she planning? Why was she so slow in math? I could solve problems much faster than her but in the end, she was at minimum, twice as thorough as I ever could be.

I had to stop it, soon I would promote her to Mad Genius. She was a fifteen year old girl with a crush on my brother. She was like him in so many ways but still only fifteen. A sophomore in high school just trying to get at a guy.

The way Ean looked at me that morning, the way he kissed me. He stopped seeing me as his little sister; he started seeing me as a girl he loved. I couldn’t let my brother fall in love with me. I hated myself so much. Not three weeks prior, that was my ultimate goal. How did everything turn around? Now I was protecting Ean from feeling too much for me. He was the one who started out protecting me from wanting him too badly. All I knew was somewhere, somehow, in the past few weeks, I grew up a lot.

If Ean fell in love with me, I wouldn’t know what to do. We couldn’t get married, we couldn’t have a family. Damn everything. That constant loop stuck in my mind. Was that what Ean felt when it all started?

“Don’t worry,” Montana said softly looking to my thoughtful face, “I won’t steal him from you. Even if he does like me, I’ll make sure he knows that you come first. I’m not going to abandon my best friend just for some guy, even if it is him.”

“Thanks,” I cooed. Now they had both said it. They both said that I was first before anyone else, before the other. Everything was falling apart right under me, everything that I tried planning or ignoring, it all crumbled down to my last hope – Ean and Montana, both devoted to me.

All the planning and hoping I did between the two that they would never meet then fell down to me wishing everything that they would fall for each other at first sight. Apart, they relied so much on me, too much. I wanted them together. Everything I denied, all the thoughts that flashed through my mind before, the happiness the two would make each other, all of that, without me. But it was with me at that point. I was included. I wanted them together then, but just with me in there too somehow.

But with any new thought of new potential, more fear began rising that I struggled to ignore. What if they didn’t like each other when they met? What if they were two similar? What if they just annoyed each other? What if only one liked the other without the other liking back? Everything would fall back on top of me.

Why couldn’t I just be a normal fourteen year old girl with normal fourteen year old problems?

The remainder of lunch was pretty silent between us. On our walk to the middle school after classes, Montana though shocked me a bit.

“Yeah,” she said, “if one of my parents call for your mom, you have to pretend she’s out at the moment and not gone completely. Also, I kind of mispronounced your last name pretty bad so they wouldn’t question the relation to my sister’s boyfriend.”

“They don’t know your staying with him!” I yelped.

“They would never let me stay with him, they would think he was psycho depressed or something and if he wasn’t, they would think he was just a cold person and a bad example. Also, they believe they know your mom from church or somewhere. I think I saw your mom in a parking lot in the distance and pointed her out because she was pretty far behind someone I knew my parents recognized as a nice lady, so they think that’s her.”

I was speechless. All I could do was stutter.

“It gets loads more complicated too, but in the end, they’ll eventually find out but I think I can get off with only a week or two grounded. Even then, I’ll just read books in my room and live vicariously through you in our lunchroom chats.”

“So then, off to your house, then call Ean to pick us up,” was all I could muster in my disbelief.

“Yeah, but we have to sneak up to my house to double check that my parents are gone, otherwise they’ll want to just bring us over. So if their flight was delayed, I’ll need some time to piece my backup plan together.”

Wow. That was all I could think of her right then as we waited before the growing crowd of middle school kids walking from the doors.

Bentlee popped up next to me without me even noticing. I managed to catch most of my jerk so I didn’t look so startled that she would laugh. We started off toward their house as Bentlee began about all her aspirations for the weekend.

Thankfully, the flight must not have been delayed and their parents were gone with only a note on the kitchen table. I called Ean and then left upstairs with Montana to help her pack. After we fit everything she wanted into a large duffle bag and her emptied book bag, we walked over to check on Bentlee.

Bentlee was working on a second laundry basket full of stuff beyond a large duffle bag and her book bag. Montana and I made short work of almost all of it by critiquing everything she had in a manner we made to sound like Ean. Countless teddy bears and stuff so amazingly pointless flew from her packing as we laughed and scoffed at it.

Bentlee was a lot like Montana and I guess Crystal, but she was so incredibly different as well. She was strong and had some wisdom somewhere in her, but she was so much like the other kids I remembered in seventh grade, maybe a little worse. She was probably more like Crystal in the long run over Montana. She seemed much more extroverted and willing to mold into the crowd.

Perhaps in the end, we scoffed maybe too much, because she ended up with less stuff than Montana. Even still though, I thought they both had an excess for only staying four days at my house.

Driving home with Ean proved to be quite an awkward silence. My theory was proven correct in just how scared those two were of actually meeting him. As we pulled into our driveway though, I noticed Ean looking into the rearview mirror and something clicked in my head. He had been doing that the whole trip and once I started thinking about it, the more odd it was for him to do that. At least that was until I looked back and saw Montana also staring at the mirror. That mirror that Ean so inconspicuously adjusted before leaving their driveway. Was he putting a current face to that voice he talked so much too before?

I marched first, leading the two others into my room. The first thing I saw was my panties on my bed. Those little girl panties that were filled with Ean’s cum. He must have thrown them there. Immediately, I grabbed them and threw them into my laundry basket. I wasn’t in the mood for some reason right then.

Montana and Bentlee dropped their stuff onto my floor. I guess that would be the home base. We would most likely end up in the living room before the TV sleeping.

Ean didn’t really know what to do apparently and retreated to his room leaving the door open a crack. Bentlee kept bugging me to get him so we could all do something together. I told her that she could get him if she wanted, but if she wanted a reaction from him she would have to be specific. He didn’t fare to well with doing ‘something’.

In time, Montana suggested that we load Bentlee up with sugar and let her be the entertainment. Apparently sugar and her didn’t mix well, or just mixed too well, so her parents cut her off of it. Montana said that it just made everything so much worse when she actually did get a hold of some.

I went straight to my kitchen and found a box of snack cakes. I laughed silently as I showed Montana the ingredients. The first two were “Sugar” and “Corn Syrup,” aka, liquid sugar. I’ll end that with saying that Ean soon enough had to close his door, and us girls had a great time.

A little after midnight though, Ean came out when things silenced down. Bentlee was out cold in her sleeping bag and Montana and I were fumbling through movies to watch. Ean walked into the living room eating a sandwich and dropped the empty box of snack cakes in front of me.

“I thought she wasn’t allowed to have sugar,” he asked.

“She only had three,” I defended weakly, assuming he must have been informed about that rule from Crystal. “Do you want to watch a movie with us?”

“I guess.”

Yes. That was definitely a good sign. He didn’t even ask what movie. I guess after the day by himself, he just wanted to be with people. Not his usual self but even better.

Montana was already putting in a movie as Ean retreated to the couch.

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“Ean,” I whispered as the ending credits scrolled up the television screen in the black room. Montana was to my other side leaning over with her head sleeping on the arm rest of the couch. My own tired head laid gently on Ean’s arm.

“Hmm?”

“You can do whatever you want to them and they would only like you more,” I said softly. “Don’t worry. This whole weekend will be so boring for everyone if you hide away in your room all the time.” I watched in silence as more meaningless names moved up the screen.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just can’t stop thinking about you. And what I want to do… Montana… You have no idea how right you were. Just knowing she’s in the same house as me makes my legs weak.”

I smiled. “Be strong. You’ll get her faster than it took me to get you. Just waiting will kill you. Trust me, I tried waiting for you and about died.”

“What about Bentlee though.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to put a little girl in her place,” I whispered menacingly before we both sat a while longer in silence.

Montana shifted in her sleep.

“Well, I guess I should go to sleep,” his voice broke a bit louder as he began getting up. As he left the room, I turned to Montana and began shaking her.

“Montana, wake up,” I whispered loudly, “it’s time to go to bed.” I felt pretty stupid after I finished that sentence but it made some sense to me. Our sleeping bags were on the floor, we were on the couch.

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A Son's Touch (part 1)

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A Son’s Touch (part 1)

 

A true story from 1992 … Barbara, thank you for picking me to write your story.

 

Never hurry when you are already so far behind you think you are in first place. That was what my day had started out as and while carrying an overfilled laundry basket paying more attention to my son’s underwear while going to the basement to do wash, I took a tumble down the entire flight of stairs. I awoke – dazed, in pain, my skirt flipped up, my butt in the air laying in a mass of dirty laundry with my son frantically call

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ing my name.

 

I’ll take a moment and back step for introductions. We live in a small northern city, my husband works the oil fields requiring him to be away from home, I have a son (Richard, age 16) and daughter (Monica, age 14) and I am Barbara, a 35-year-old with no time to have gained any weight since high school.

 

“I’m ok … but I hurt all over … ” I replied rather shakily.

 

My son somewhat reassured because I was talking began to carefully check me over; the final body check showed I had a right arm fracture and a left wrist fracture. With his assistance we walked upstairs where he carefully splinted my arms, applied ice packs and drove me to the hospital, to make a long story short, I left a few hours later sporting two casts, a mild headache and numerous bruises.

 

On the drive home I told Richard that the doctor was very pleased with his splinting and that I now relied on him and Monica to help a bit more around the house till I got back into functioning normally again. We picked Monica up at her friend’s house (Richard had reached her at school diverting her there). Monica was upset with a lot of melodramatics until Richard told her to get in the mini-van or get left behind. On arriving home I got Monica to start supper and Richard to get the wash going that presently lay at the bottom of the stairs and I was going to lie down.

 

Monica awoke me and we went to dinner where I suddenly realized I had difficulty pulling the chair

back and sat staring at my plate – I could not use eating utensils. We all laughed hysterically; Richard moved his chair over beside me and feed me slowly all the while joking if he should bring the high chair up from the basement. I survived supper and lay down on the couch apparently dozing off for several hours when my son awoke me.

 

“Mom – Mom, are you ok … (my eyes flutter open) … I’m off to bed and Monica’s already asleep…” with his assistance I got up from the couch and walked to my bedroom. I managed the light switch and stood in utter amazement – now what?

 

I walked down the hallway to my son’s room and knocked on the door, “Richard, I need a little help…”

 

Richard opened his door, “What is it mom?”

 

“Son … I … I can’t undress …” I stammered.

 

“Oh … ok, I’ll go wake Monica …” he said.

 

“Leave her sleep, can you help me?” I answered, leading the way to my bedroom. Where my son stood lost in the middle of the room with a bewildered look on his face as I said, “Ok … undress me.”

 

“Mom, I don’t know where to begin … are you sure you don’t want Monica?” he blurted out.

 

“Richard! How hard is it to undress me … surely you have taken a girls’ sweater off before …” I froze mid-sentence of my exasperated  tantrum as he turned ashen white, slowly shaking his head in the negative.

 

“You mean you never undid any of your girlfriend’s shirt …” again I stuck my foot in my mouth as it dawned on me that Richard had never brought home or ever said anything about a girlfriend.

 

“No mom, I never have … girls scare me …” he replied quietly almost in tears.

 

“… Sorry, I knew that – guess I’m still shaken as well.” I replied feebly. “I still need your help, please.” (He nods ok) “First things first, you better shut the door … (he does).” Now, come stand in front of me … Richard – this will be difficult for both of us so we both have to grin and bare it …”

I said in all earnestness and we both broke out laughing.

 

“Ok my boy, we’ll slip one arm out first, you stretch the sweater sleeve wide and I’ll slip my arm out…” we managed that and repeated the process for the next arm with a little more difficulty. “Now lift the sweater from the bottom up over my head …” which we again managed, as my head came free all I could see was my son’s eyes feasting on my bra-clad chest with the most amazed stunned look on his face. I couldn’t resist my son’s innocence. “Richard, you’ll get to see all of them in a moment as soon as you remove mommy’s bra!” He snapped back to the present with a glorious blush sweeping his handsome face. “Stand behind me and unhook the bra then come around the front of me and slip it off…ok” I felt his hands trembling as he struggled to undo the clasp and he was breathing rather quickly as he returned to the front of me where with shaking hands he slipped the bra free from my chest. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it son …” again his eyes were fixed to my boobies; his youth, innocence and this moment behind a closed door accompanied by my helplessness served to excite my nipples which grew erect before his gaze which now alternated from my excited breasts to my eyes in an untold race of disbelief.

 

I let him stare! With a mischievous smile on my face I interrupted his thoughts with a pressing matter that I needed to pee. “Richard – you can see me all you want, but mommy really needs her skirt and panties off cause I need to go to the bathroom – ok.”

 

“Sorry mom, I was … overcome … by the moment …” he quickly but shyly said.

 

“Undo the button on the side of my skirt and unzip the zipper, it will fall to the floor then please pull down my panties …” (he did as he was told and keeping his eyes averted from my groin) I stepped quickly out of the pooled-on-floor clothing and hurried to my bathroom, where I called to my son “Richard, don’t go anywhere, I still need help … ”

 

I was sitting doing my thing wondering how I was going to get my innocent son to … well wipe me and then wash my old beaver. “Richard, come in here please (he peeked around the doorway) … you can come in. I need your help to … well wipe myself … down below …” I began, now fumbling for words.

 

He visibly backed up … “I’ll go get Monica …”

 

“Richard – son, its not hard, I really need your help …” I begged.

 

“Take a small amount of toilet paper, bunch it together and wipe my vagina from front to back – ok,” I instructed him. He stood still staring at me then slowly did as he was told with his eyes averted as I lifted up off the toilet with my knees apart for easy assess for him.

 

Like a blind man, my son attempted to maintain modesty but could not get close to between my legs and as he took hold of my lower leg attempting to run up the inside of my leg, I came somewhat agitated. “Richard! Son you have to look … your doing ok but I can’t hold this position for long.

 

I saw his innocence slipping away as he now (on his knees before me) starred directly at my beaver as he slipped his hand up between my legs lightly wiping the outer hair. “A little harder please…” I could not resist as the moment was becoming erotic.  “Now run some hot water and soak a face cloth, add some soap and wash me all over down below … make sure you get between the folds…”

 

“Mom … I can’t … what would dad say …” he hemmed-and-hawed.

 

“Son, I can not use my hands, your sister is asleep … as a grown woman I’m quite willing to be totally naked and exposed before you … I don’t think your father would be to upset…!” I painted the picture for him and could not resist a tag on of, “it will be a good education for you …”

 

He started the water running as I sat down on the toilet again; his eyes now flickering to my body constantly; when he had the face cloth all ready, I had him kneel beside me and opened my somewhat trembling legs wide for his clumsy attention making him feel and open my now tingling pussy lips and make several good passes then dry his mother’s pussy.

 

I thanked him as he stood up before me. I could not help but notice his penis was aroused by his mother, “There, you survived and by the look of it (glancing to his swollen groin) your mother still has the ability to excite a young man, which I will take as a very high compliment!”

 

My embarrassed son assisted me to bed, folding the sheets down and I could not resist the temptation to excite him more by giving him a wonderful spread of my legs placing my now somewhat swollen beaver on display for his pleasure as I eased slowly into bed and knew I had succeeded as he lingered placing the blankets over me as he gave me several pain-killers with a glass of water. “Sweet dreams son, thank you for the compliment (again glancing at his very swollen penis) and helping a helpless old woman… and if you’d lean down I’ll give you a kiss as a reward …” he blushed but leaned down for my soft sensual kiss to his cheek that was pretty close to the edge of his mouth.

 

He stumbled to the door slowly opening it and looking back replied somewhat hoarsely, “I’ll leave it open … in case you need help mom…” and slipped awkwardly away to his room.

 

I know someone beside me was going to have some trouble going to sleep (smiling to myself ruefully) I’d just thought why I fallen down the stairs, I’d been sniffing and attempting to taste his shorts, he’d definitely left a healthy cum load … probably had masturbated into them … slipping painlessly into a drugged sleep. 

 

I awoke suddenly with an urgent need to use the bathroom. As my senses came more awake I felt I was being watched and sure enough my son was peeking through the half-closed door. I smiled a little wickedly while I indicated with my head to come here.

 

He slipped through the door, “Good morning mom, how do you feel?” with a radiant smile and cheerful voice. “You’ve slept late …”

 

My head did a fast glance to the bedside alarm that showed 9:35 AM.

 

“Monica’s already gone to school and I phoned the office telling them I won’t be in for several days … thought you might want someone home with you …” he stated quite frankly.

 

I smiled and stretched slightly, “Good idea …”

“Well Richard (winking at him somewhat lewdly while I wiggled a shoulder seductively) … ready for round 2 … the bathroom is calling your mother.”

 

My son eagerly and willingly slipped the covers back and was feasting on the view. So I slowly again opened my legs now enjoying his youthful attention while saying, “A full day of special nursing … I’m depending on you … ready?” (He nodded) and assisted me to the bathroom with my naked aroused boob sitting on his arm. “I’m feeling a little woozy, must be the pain-killers last night …”

 

I sat on the toilet, winked at him and waited, my bladder bursting and I couldn’t go. I was getting restless. I looked up into my son’s eyes as he stood in the doorway. “Umm…I’ll wait in your room, …” he said.

 

“Please don’t, I still feel woozy … all my bodily functions want to work but nothing is happening …”

I said and smiled again. Time passed and nothing was happening, oh god I needed to pee and I also needed to go otherwise. “I may need some real nursing care son, …” I hinted, this time I blushed.

 

“Well, I’m not a real nurse but if you tell me what to do, I’ll try to do my best … if you want …”

he stammered with determination.

 

“Richard – umppff, ahhhh … I need your help … massage my stomach and well … between my legs to help me relax …” I stammered hesitantly. “This – we won’t tell anyone about, especially your father!”

 

My young teenage son shot forward like he came out of a cannon dropping to his knees before me and with much eagerness attempted to rub my belly. “Lower son – just above … well above my hair…”

His gentle touch massaged as he shyly began to insert his other hand between my legs (which I allowed to spread rather easily) and took a rather unexpected gasp as his fingers encased my quivering pussy. I closed my eyes, bite my lower lip as his fingers now slipped across my muff (I rather bluntly opened wider) thus allowing his youthful hand to slip between my now slick crack.

 

“I’m I doing it right mom?” a barely audible whisper broke through my now hazy erotic state.

 

“Umm humm … just like that …” I almost moaned.

 

I was AROUSED! My own son was heating his mothers kettle very nicely … “Ummmm ohhh …” as I felt his upper hand creeping down (without his realizing it) to stimulate mommy’s clit (well, at least the top of it) and it happened, I realized a slow steady steam of burning hot pee, coating my son’s hand as he continued to administer his now increased rate of movement along my slit. Seconds later in mist of my pee I began to cum ever so gently “Ohhhhhhhhh UHHHhhh ummmm  ummmm, ohh such a good boy!” and he never stopped his hands but his breathing certainly was affected.

 

Three increasing orgasms followed in quick secession and I knew I was slipping into a state of dangerous territory utterly helpless as my young virgin son encouragingly nursed me into untold bliss.

I needed a quick release … “Ummm oh sweetie, slip your fingers back and play with mommy’s bum” I whispered hotly (I love my ass played with). His eagerness and my dripping pussy created a sudden entry of his finger into my eager butt hole. My sudden harsh intake of breath and his rather deep penetration caused my asshole to slam shut on his finger and a cascade of sweeping orgasms left me panting for more as a whined to him “Ummmm (I growled with heightened huskiness) … make mommy cum … make me beg … you want mommy excited don’t you … you want mommy bad … you want mommy to make you a man today … DON’T YOU!” I screamed as he relentlessly worked my ass with his finger and his upper hand had now slipped onto my now engorged and badly swollen clit.

 

Between ragged gasping breaths I begged my son to get me to bed, my ass reluctantly let his finger slip out we got to the bed where I struggled to get into the middle of the bed, my sluttish legs spread wide and with thrusting hips I encouraged my son to slip his head between my thighs. “That’s my young lover … lick mommy’s pussy with your tongue … make me worse … show mommy how bad you want me to make you a man!” His inexperienced tongue slide up and down my weeping gash, he was feasting on my sweet nectar and did not need much direction as he eager mouth munched hungrily on my exposed swollen clit (like father, like son) and to my utter amazement his hand was thrusting under my ass which I eagerly lifted and squealed with delight as he roughly jammed in his finger again feverishly finger-fucking my ass hole. He was a fast learner! His mouth and tongue now serviced me from clit to ass as I tossed and turned humping uncontrolled.

 

“That’s it sweetie … you got it … Make MOMMY your SLUTTTT, your horny plaything ever second of the day … make mommy do everything you always dreamed of - CONTROL ME ”

I hissed and panted screaming with orgasmic pleasure.

 

As he brutally two-finger fucked my ass in and out, he began dry humping my leg like a dog in heat pushing me over that ever so fine line into rampant incest that I hungered for so badly. I (after repeated begging) finally got him to stop long enough to undress.

 

My eyes bulged out of their sockets, my mouth drooled … I shuddered with an explosive CUM screaming unintelligent words just from seeing my virgin son standing beside my matrimonial bed.

His cock was gigantic – OMG he was over a foot long and as thick as a small plastic pop bottle and he was very ready for his mommy.

 

“Oh child … mount your SLUT, control me … jam your horse cock into my tight cunt …” I breathed was unbridled desire. He wasted no time getting between my now well spread legs, his horse cock swollen and purplish doing flips in eagerness to impale his mother. I was gushing cunt juice like never before – I wanted his horse cock!

 

He guided his swollen gigantic member to my badly swollen pussy … feeling the head slip into me and my tightness holding him at bay (I had two children – by a bikini c-section) as I pumped upwards he drove down into me forcing me, his mother apart further to bury half of this magnificent cock as he roughly and excitedly thrust hammering at my cunt, with ever nerve ending afire I lay helplessly beneath him trying to relax as I surrendered to his now blazing incest that demanded satisfaction as he brutally assaulted my creaming cunt. Then – magically he was buried to the hilt.

 
I lay there begging, me a grown sensible woman; “please … please … FUCK YOUR MOTHER …”  as my teenage horse-cocked son began to punish his SLUT … I lost count of how many times I coated his vibrant swollen mother-fucking horse-cock with CUM ... when I suddenly “felt it deep in my vagina a strange tight spasmodic pain spreading my uterus apart and hearing his muffled voice against my neck huffing and puffing “…can’t hold out much longer…” I knew he was seconds from blowing his load into my unprotected uterus! I smiled happily as I locked my legs about his bucking hips holding my son in place as he released his pent up boiling incest sperm in hot splash after splash globs into me, his mother! I knew right then the little bugger had just made me pregnant  and I couldn’t get enough of him. “That’s a good boy … make mommy pregnant with your baby … UUUmmm you have me good … go to it … FUCK YOUR MOTHER …” 
 

I hope I wrote it good for you Barb.

If you like Barbara’s story, email me opbone11@yahoo.ca if you want part 2…

Amber surprise

mikeh62670 on Incest Stories

It was a normal Friday night, not different than anyother. My wife was working as usual on

Fridays, and my daughter Amber was out on a date. She was excited because it was her 18th

birthday last Tuesday and we extended her curfew to 1am. I was playing my regular Friday

night poker game with my friends Dave, Billy, Dan and Steve. Iwas not having my best night

and was pretty deep in the hole, about fifteen hundred dollars in the hole. We were playing Texas

Hold Em' but I wasn't seeing any good cards the whole night. It was a friendly game but we did play

for real money and I was getting a little nervous because I didn't have that kind of money. The guys

didn't know that yet because we play with chips and cash out at the end of the night. I was as

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hopeing I'd make a bit of a come back and atleast break out even. Just then I was delt a pair of aces,

spades and diamonds. My heart was starting to race but I was trying to stay as calm as I could. The

flop came and it was an ace of hearts the king of clubs and the king of spades. I was ready to jump

out of my seat.The bet was to Steve and he bet $100, it went to Billy and he also came in for $100.

And then to Dan who also came in for the $100 and then it was to me. I knew this was my chance

to make my money back, I had a fullhouse on the flop and knew I was sitting pretty. So I desided

to raise the bet to $200. Dave dropped out and then it went back to Steve who came in right away.

Billy followed and then Dan. The turn card was delt and it was the 3 of hearts.It didn't help me and

I doubt it did anyone else either. Steve bet $200, Billy came in, Dan also came in and then I followed.

There was now $1700 in the pot and I was starting to feel pretty confident. Then the river card was

delt, it was the 10 of diamonds. Again it didn't help my hand but I was already sitting pretty with

a fullhouse aces over kings. Steve bet $200 again, Billy dropped out and then Dan dropped.

Now the bet was to me. I raised the bet $200 to make it $400, he reraised me to make it $600

witch got me thinking I migh be in trouble. I called him and we flipped our cards, me with my

fullhouse aces over kings. To my suprise Steve had a pair of kings in the hole, giving him 4 kings.

My heart dropped into my stomach. How was I going to explain to them I don't have the money. Not

only did I owe Steve $1500 I owed each of the other guys $300. So I was in the hole a total of

$2400 with my 4 bestfriends and I knew they weren't going to be happy.

It was about then when my daughter Amber walked threw the door. She was out on a date and

was ceraintly dressed to impress. My daughter is about 5'7", 115 lbs with a very sexy body, a nice

round butt and 34b tits. She had on a short pleated mini skirt that barely covered her a tight tank top

with white thigh high stockings. For a minute there all the guys forgot about the game and were

fixated on my daughter. This was not a big suprise to me because I've been seeing them check her

out for the past few years. Ever since she strated to fill out I've noticed men, my friends and strangers

give her alot of attention. Witch she seemed to soak right up. the guys all made sure to say hello

and ask how her night was. She called Steve, Uncle Steve and Billy, Uncle Billy, as they we very close

to the family, Steve was actually her Godfather. So how was your date? asked Uncle Billy. Awsome

she said, we went to a Frat party at the college so it was cool. She walks into the kitchen and leans on

on the counter witch is makeing her already short mini skirt shorter and her butt sticking out and aimed

in our direction. The guys along with myself can't help but take in an eye full of her sexy 18 year old body.

Shes always loved being the center of attention since she was young and the only thing thats changed

as shes got older is her wardrobe, always getting skimpier and skimpier. Standing there for a few

minutes, knowing all along we were checking her out I'm sure. She leaned back and told everyone

she was off to bed. Kissing Uncle Steve on the cheekand the Uncle Billy on his, she said good night

to Dan and Dave. As she walked by me she kissed the top of my head and sais "goodnight daddy,I

love you". I love you too honey. All the guys made sure to get one last look of my daughter walking

upstairs and off to bed.

It was then I desided to tell the guys I didn't have the money I owed them while they seemed to be in a good mood. guys I said, we have a problem...... whats the problem Steve asked? I rubbed my head and looked for the words, finally I blertted out "I don't have any money to pay you guys". Dan says ok so how much money can you pay us? Nothing I said, I was hopeing to win and didn't want this to happen. Thiings have been tough money wize around here, They cut Kellys hours at the club and with the new house and Amber getting ready to start college in September we're just broke. Well why did you even ask up to play then asks Billy? Well this isn't small money says Dave, you owe Steve $1500 and the rest of us a few hundred each. I know I know I said. If Kelly finds out she's gonna kill me. The guys now all mad as hell at me I can see they are all trying to figure out what we can do to settle up. just then a see a smile come across Steves face, the rest of us looked to him and were waiting for him to say somthing. I think I have an idea he says. What, whats the idea we all asked? I think you guys would be sattisfied with this solution I have but its really up to Mike. Ok, what is it I asked? Well he says nervously it seems we all think Amber is pretty fucking sexy from the way we were all just looking at her. Looking at me he ask, how would you feel if the 4 of us went upstairs and we have our way with your daughter? I was totally shocked by Steve proposal and didn't know what to say. I looked around the table at the other guys and started to notice all of them starting to smile, all seemingly likeing the idea. Steve says listen Mike, it will only take an hour or so and you've said before shes not a virgin or anything, and hell shes 18 now. Still not knowing exactly what to say or think I couldn't help but notice my cock growing in my pants at the thought of the idea, and I'm sure the guys were also getting alittle hard at the idea of fucking my daughter. I can't belive I'm saying this but if i let you we'll be all square right, I asked? Ofcourse, if anything we'll owe you Dan said. Billy says, Come On, lets do it with a big grin on his face. Well what do we do I ask, how are we gonna do it, i mean what should I do? Dave says well if you want come up stairs and watch, my cock grew even harder at the thought of watching them force their way onto my daughter. UUUUMMMMM, ok but just make sure you don't hurt her. No, never Steve says, you know how much we all love her. i couldn't help but smile at them and say, ok lets do it.

Steve led the way up the stairs with me bringing up the rear. My heart was raceing again. Without knocking Steve just walked into Ambers room. A shocked Amber said, whats going on as she had just started to get undressed. Standing there in her bra and mini skirt, trying to cover up she ask again, whats going on? Daddy, whats happening she ask me? Its ok baby, the guys just wanna have a little fun with you. Just then the guys all moved tword my shocked daughter. In a second she had 8 hands molesting every part of her body. A few hands went right under her mini skirt as a few more were removing her bra exposing her firm and sexy 34 b tits. Uncle Steve she said, stop as he was licking her now erect nipples he was also pulling off her thong from under her skirt. I heard it rip and then it was thrown on the floor. Dan also with his hand up my daughter skirt was feeling her sweet pussy. They were like a bunch of wild school boys, they were gitty, laughing and enjoying every second of it sofar. Dan looks back at me and says, hey Mike your daughter pussy is already wet hahaha........With Steve sucking on one tit and Dan on the other, Billy and Dave are feeling up every inch of her sexy 18 year old body. Amber still trying to fight some can't keep up with them, there are just to many hands for her to keep off her body. it doesn't take long before a finger finds my daughter wet little pussy. Steve now trying to stick his tounge into Amber mouth she fights him off, shakeing her head back and forth. But I also notice she is starting to rock back and forth as Dan fucks her cunt with his fingers. Billy says, lay this whore down so I can get my cock in her mouth. good idea Dave says. As i watch my 4 bestfriends gangrapeing my daughter I couldn't help but be turned on. I can feel my cock growing harder and hader. they throw Amber back on the bed, pushing some of her stufed animals to the floor.

Steve lays on top of her as Billy and Dave holding her arms back and Steve starts making out with Amber. It seems like she not fighting anymore and is willingly makeing out with her Godfather. Steve starts moving down her firm body, makeing sure to lick her nipples as he moves down to her sweet pussy. He lifts he skirt exposing her shaved pussy, I see a look of suprise on his face.and then he sats laughing HAHAHA, Mike look at this he says to me. I move closer for a better look and I see Amber has a tatoo right above her pussy that says "I LOVE COCKS" in bold writing. I can't help but chuckle myself. So I ask my daughter as one of my friends licks her pussy and the other 2 hold her arms down, when did you get that honey? Now starting to moan with pleasure from her pussy being lick she says a few years ago when we went to Florida for that cheerleading compitition with school. MMMMMm it looks good baby I said to my daughter as she lays back with Steve licking her pussy, Billy and Dave let Ambers arms go and right away she moved her hands down to her Uncle Steves head pulling his face deeper into her wet cunt. Dan is still molesting my babygirls sexy tits while dave and Billy take their clothes off, both of them with hard cock they pull Amber hands back tword them. They each take a hand and wrap it around their hard cocks, Amber instantly takes Daves cock into her mouth. Sliding her mouth back and forth on his erect cock she strokes her Uncle Billys cock with her hand. Billy grabs her head and turns it away from Daves cock and says suck your Uncle Billyc cock sweety, I've been waiting a long time for this. Now strokeing Daves cock with her left hand she licks Billys cock, teaseing him like she has done for so long. She slides her full lips over his thick cock and down to the base, in and out in and out my little girl sucks her Uncle cock good.

At this point I can'ttake it anymore and I take my clothes off standing their naked in my daughters bedroom with my 4 friends all over my daughter I start strokeing my cock as I watch. Ambers hips are wiggeling, her pelvis moving up and down trying to get Steves tounge deeper into her dripping wet pussy. Steve looks back at me and says, buddy your daughters pussy taste so fucking good! I was ready to explode, my little girl sucking 2 different cocks and loving every inch of them another friend licking her sweet pussy and Dan rubbing his hard cock all over Ambers body. I was more turned on than I have even been in my life. I have had fantasies about Amber for a while now but they never compared to this. Now going back and forth between Billys cock and Daves cock she looks down at Steve and says, Uncle Steve lik my clit hard, I'm gonna cum in your mouth any second. Amber looks over my way still strokeing on the 2 hard cocks she says to me......MMMMMMM daddy, you're being a naughty daddy, watching your little girl sucking your friends cocks like a whore, looking down at my hard cock as i stroke it she says, watch me suck these cocks daddy, watch your little girl be a cock whore. Billy says, oh yea you fucking whore suck my cock good.Amber goes back to their 2 hard cocks, taking turns slideing them both into her waiting mouth, driving both of them nuts with her tounge. It was turning me on the more Amber would make eye contact with me. loooking deep into my eyes as she takes a cock into her mouth is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She could tell I loved every minute of it. I still can't belive this is happening, me strokeing my cock as my daughter get gangbanged i can only imagine what my wife Kelly would think. I'm sure if she was here she'd be very jealous of Amber and all the pleasure she is getting from my friends. I have shared Kel with Steve and Billy before, but never with Dan and Dave, but that will have to change after this.....HAHAHA. Just them Amber takes the dick out of her mouth and says, Ok whos gonna fuck me first?

Steve says right away let Dan fuck her first he's beeing waitng for a hole for a while. Amber says I have a good idea, she tells Dan to get on his back. He does laying down on her bed, she takes his cock into her hand and then into her mouth sucking it for a few seconds getting it nice and hard before she hops ontop of him. She takes his hard cock between her legs and slides into her dripping wet cunt....MMMMMM she says, I've been waiting all night for this she says. She looks over at me and says "hi daddy, you haveing fun? Still strokeing my cock I say, oh fuck yea babygirl you are doing such a great job.

Ridding Dans cock she tells Uncle Billy and Dave to get infront of her so she can continue sucking their cocks.Steve standing there not really sure of what to do, Amber says Uncle Steve, climb on and fuck my asshole. Just go easy because I haven't been fucked in the ass in a few weeks. Steve says, no problem sweety, Uncle Steve will fuck your ass nice and easy. he climbs up on the bed aiming his hard cock for my little girls ass hole.As he feeds it into her tight butt she lets out a long moan.MMMMMMMMMM yea she says, deeper she says, oh yea fuck my ass hole good. Oh yea Steve says, your daughters ass is so tight buddy, he says to me. Amber says to the 2 other guys, what are you waiting for give me those cocks to suck, come on and fuck my mouth, my daddy wants to watch me suck your cocks.As I watch my daughter take 4 cocks at once it makes my cock throb, I can't belive my cock hasn't erupted yet. As Steve and Dan start fucking Ambers pussy and asshole harder, she takes Billys cock out of her mouth and says, tell them to fuck me harder daddy, tell them to fuck me like the whore I am, Please daddy she says, Please tell them. strokeing my cock faster I say, fuck my little girl like a whore, fuck her like the whore she is, my daughter loves cocks and she wants it harder. As she hears her daddy say that to his friends she can't help but be turned on, she moans with pleasure as she has orgazm after orgazm.Oh daddy she says, I've been dreaming of this for so long,I've wanted you to watch me being a whore for so long. tell me daddy, tell me how much you love watching me get fucked. Oh yea baby girl, I love watching those cock in all your holes at once, I always knew you were going to be a cock whore baby.MMMMMMMM daddy, thank you daddy. All the while shes sucking on their cocks harder and harder, faster and faster when all of a sudden Daves cock explodes into Amber mouth, shes a bit shocked but continues to take his load into her mouth. Pumping on his cock trying to get every drop of his hot cum into her mouth.MMMMMMMM she says, I've been waiting all night for that too ........ Come on baby, suck Uncle Billyscock hard baby, Uncle Billy wants to cum in your mouth too. Sucking on his cock she takes it deep into her mouth, my daughter must have sucked plenty of cocks in her life to be this good, i just wish I could have watched them all. Oh yea you fuckin whore suck my cock Billy says, fast you cunt faster.His cock falls out of her mouth and he shoots her across the face with his sticky juice. trying to get his cock back into her mouth it squirts again all over her hair, the third shoot she got back in her mouth.MMMMMMMM Uncle Billy, you taste so fucking good! Oh you dirty fucking whore you can suck cock so damn good he says.MMMMmmHHHHMMMMM she says, lots and lots of practice.Did you like that daddy, she ask me? Oh yea sweety, daddy loves watching his friends cum in your mouth. I'm so glad daddy, i'm so happy you are watching me being fucked like a whore.

Stil getting fucked hard by Steve and Dan my little girl is staring at me strokeing my cock, makeing eye contact with me while my friends fuck her asshole and pussy. fuck me harder Uncle Steve, fuck my ass good. Steve says oh yea baby, Uncle Steve is gonna full your butt up with hit cum. MMMMMMMMM Amber moans, please fill me up fill my ass up with cum please. Tell him daddy to fuck my ass good. Come on Steve, you heard her fuck her like a whore. I am a whore daddy, she says to me. i know baby, daddy knows your a whore.Daddy wouldn't want it any other way baby. Is mommy a whore daddy my daughter ask me? Oh yes baby, mommy is a big cock whore.So now you have 2 cock whores, right daddy? she ask me. Thats right baby. Oh yea Uncle Steve make me cum, make me cum again and again. Just then Steve lets out a big moan.......... as he shoots his load deep into my daughters asshole. One pump then two, three and four he fills my little cock whore up. He slides his cock out and gets off, totally whipped out. Cum dripping out of my daughters ass, cum all over her face and in her hair there is no doubt my daughter is cock whore, but also a cum slut. Looking at me Amber says, oh yea daddy stroke that hard cock for me, watch your little angel ride your friends hard cock. Moaning on his cock Amber says, I hope you have alot more friends to fuck me daddy? Oh yea baby, daddy has lots of friends who would love to fuck my little girl.MMMMMMMM daddy, I'm gonna cum again. Dan says me to baby, I'm gonna cum into your pussy baby. Oh yea she says, fill my cunt up, please fill me up with your cum. Dan looks up at Amber and asks, are you on the pill?She laughs and says, mommy put me on the pill when I was 13.Oh you fucking whore he says as he shoots into my little girls cunt, filling her sweet pussy up with hot sticky juice.Amber roles off to the side grabbing one of her stuffed animals and says, well guys I hope you finally enjoyed sticking your cocks in me. All the guys were says, oh yea baby you are one sexy whore, your daddy is lucky to have such a whore as his daughter Steve says.Well maybe one day we can all go over your house and make your daughter into a cock whore like me, i'm sure shes ready. MMMM good idea he says with a chuckel. With cum dripping out of every hole of my daughter she looks at me and says, now theres only one more thing to do. I say whats that baby? She says to take my daddys cock into my mouth, because I know he has been waiting for this for a long time.And besides, you have been so patient watching all your friends fuck me and cum in me and all over me, and I know you loved every second on it daddy. MMMM you are right baby, daddy loved it more than anything. My daugher takes my hard cock into her hand, sits at the end of her bed, looks up and me and says "i love you daddy, i'm your little cock whore from now on daddy" and then she takes my cock into her warm mouth, I thought my cock would explode as soon as I felt the wetness of her mouth slide up and down my cock. All the guys now cheering her on, Thats it baby suck on your daddys cock, suck it you fucking cock whore.......Faster and faster, deeper and deeper her big brown eyes staring up at me as her daddys cock slides in and out of her mouth. Oh yea baby, oh fuck yea baby........suck daddys cock baby. Oh daddy, cum in my mouth. I wanna taste your cum daddy,please daddy please cum in my mouth as she strokes faster and faster I can feel I'm about ready to erupt!Oh Amber, yea babyOOOOOOOHHHHHH, I shot my load into my daughters mouth, my cock is still pumping like a well. Amber is doing her best to take all her daddys cum into her mouth, strokeing my cock as it empties into my little girl. MMMMMMMM daddy she says, your cum taste so good daddy. My little girl looking up at me, me looking down at her I says "baby, you are one sexy cock whore", a big smile comes across her sweet face and says thank you so much daddy for letting your friends gangfuck me. Baby, it was my pleasure and daddy will make sure to get more friends to fuck you. And I'm sure these guys would love to fuck you again and again.Sounds good to me she says, next Friday night is good for me she says. Now go home and fuck your wives and think of me. And daddy when you fuck mommy tonight think about your cock being deep in my wet pussy.

An angel for trade

SSPAdmins on Taboo Stories

I suppose I should start by telling you a little about myself, I’m 34, 5’8”, fit, live alone.
My home is quite unique, it’s an ex-railway station, I bought it 5 years ago and have been renovating it ever since.
I grow cannabis in one of the storage buildings, nothing major, but enough to fund my project, I have a lot of regular customers, from drunks to lawyers.
I usually do my rounds in the evening that leaves me free all day to work on my house.

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="Times New Roman">I like sex just like the next guy, but being in the business I’m in, its not difficult to get laid, but I must admit, the last couple of years I’ve been interested in anything out of the ordinary, if its taboo I’m up for it!

I’ve tried bondage, domination, Id even tried it with a guy a few times, but I was always looking for something new.

One of my customers Jackie, she was 28, long blonde hair, really slim, she used to have a body to die for, but that was before she had Lisa, Lisa was young, she used to call me uncle Pete, she was a good kid, she was a miniature of her mum, her dad had never been there, he left when he found out Jackie was pregnant.
Jackie had been buying from me since she was 18, she used the stuff all day, and as soon as she got out of bed she would spark up a joint.
If ever she run out she would be crawling the walls, I think it was more in her mind than anything else, but, many is the time I have had a call from her at some silly hour in the morning because she had lost her stash.

As she was a good customer I always tried to oblige. A couple of years back she used to get credit, but then she knocked me for 200, I’m not the sort of guy who gets heavy with women, so I dropped the debt, but told her, from now on its cash on the nose, no cash, no dope.
She had done the same to all the other local dealers, so no one would touch her, but hey, she was a good buyer.

One night I got a call from her at 2am, I was not impressed, she had been out clubbing and had lost her stash, but like I said, she is a good customer, so under duress I jumped in my car and went round.
When I arrived she opened the door and in I went, she was pissed, she was wearing a red dress that barely covered her tits and ass.
She thanked me for coming and apologised for the time, she hadn’t had a spliff for two hours and she was desperate, she asked me if she could pay at the end of the week, I went fucking mad, she had dragged me all the way out here and didn’t have any dosh, you know the score, no dosh, no dope, your taking the fucking piss, you knocked me for 200.

Just a bit then, just enough for a spliff, no chance! I told her, then she came close, started rubbing my cock through my jeans, Ill give you the best blow job you have ever had, she said.
I can get blow jobs from anywhere, it’s the money I need, all the time we where talking she was rubbing my cock, it was rock hard, you have never had a blow job like this she said.
I must admit, I was interested to see how good she was, and by now I was horny as fuck.
OK, just this once I said, but we won’t be making a habit of this.

She immediately kneeled down and unbuttoned my jeans, she yanked them down and out sprung my cock, I sat back on the sofa and she started licking my cock, fuck she was hot, then she took me in her mouth, right down her throat, no messing, she was up to my balls, all the way, it was fucking awesome.
She was throating my cock, banging her chin against my balls, I was just about to come and the lounge door opened and in walked Lisa, I nearly died!
Jackie just kept on sucking, Lisa came over and sat on the sofa at side of me and said, Hi Uncle Pete, as if nothing was wrong.
This was totally weird, here I was getting an amazing deep throat, and her daughter sat watching.
Although the initial shock had made me loos the moment, Jackie had not relented and was still throating my cock like a porn star, so I thought fuck it. If they don’t care I don’t.
As I let my self go and started to enjoy Jackie’s attentions, I looked over at Lisa and she was sat glued to my cock, watching every move her mum made.
Seeing this 8yr old watching with such interest made me so hot, I wondered how many times she had seen her mum do this, then I wondered if she had ever done it.
Just the thought of having a young girl suck my cock was so taboo my cock exploded in Jackie’s mouth, shooting stream after stream of my hot cum down her throat, she tried to swallow it all but failed, and it was dribbling down her chin and all over my cock.

Jackie smiled at me and said “well?” I said yes you where good, very good.
I gave her a small lump of dope and she immediately rolled a joint.

I said, don’t you mind Lisa watching, she said no, she as seen me loads off times, she likes to watch, besides I think its good to learn young, that way you enjoy sex more and are not afraid when it comes time to do it.

I was still there in the same position covered in spunk, I said “are you not going to clean me up” she said, Lisa go and get Pete some tissue, I’m busy rolling a joint.

Lisa trotted off to the toilet and returned with a toilet role, can I do it mum she said, well, if Pete as no objections I suppose so.

I said, go ahead. She knelt down in front of me where moments earlier her mum had been sucking me, god she looked so sweet and innocent, she looked like a little angel.
She started mopping up the spunk on my belly, taking her time to get it all, she turned to her mum and said “can I taste it mum, please”
Jackie by now was well into her joint, she had put it all in. Suit yourself she said.
You don’t mind do you uncle Pete, No, go ahead I said, I thought she would pick some up on her hand to taste it, but no, she stuck out her tongue and licked the end of my cock, fucking hell, it felt like an electric shock as she touched my cock with her sweet tongue, she licked the head and then put the end in her mouth and sucked it, My cock got hard in record time, she took it from her mouth and said, “mmm, its salty” do you like it, I said, yes, its really nice. She said, can I have some more, yes I said, have as much as you want, again she took my cock in her mouth, just seeing this cute angel with my cock in her mouth was fucking amazing. I lay back and relaxed as she sucked the spunk of my cock, as she slid over the head I let out a moan, just then Jackie turned and saw Lisa sucking my cock, fucking hell, I didn’t say you could give him a fucking blow job! I said leave her alone, she is enjoying herself, yeah and so are you, this is going to cost you half an ounce.
I said to Lisa, what do you think, would you like to do it like mum did and get some nice fresh spunk for yourself, yes please she said.
I said to Jackie, you got a deal.

Lisa immediately went to work on my cock, all the watching had paid off, she was sucking it like a pro, I couldn’t take my eyes of her sweet mouth sliding up and down on my cock, she was really enjoying herself, she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and my cock in her mouth, I nearly came, she pulled off and said “am I doing it right uncle Pete” I said your doing great, she smiled, I said, try and take it a little deeper, she immediately took it right down as far as she could go and gagged, she coughed and pulled off, I said, that was a little too far and she laughed, then right back to it, sucking it hard as she slid up and down my shaft, I was doing my best to make it last but seeing this angel with my cock in her mouth was so hot, I gently took hold of her pigtails and slowly moved her head up and down, I could feel my balls about to explode, as the first gush of my hot spunk shot into her mouth it overflowed and run out of the corners of her mouth, I could feel her swallowing, but she just could swallow quick enough, she pulled back and the second load shot all over her cute face, Now that was the best orgasm I have ever had I thought to myself, I laid there exhausted looking at Lisa knelt between my legs covered in cum, the sight of my spunk on her beautiful red lips as it run down her chin and she tried to catch it with her tongue, that sight will stay with me forever.

Did I do good Uncle Pete, she said, you did real good angel

Let me know what you thought, if there is enough interest Ill do a part two.

Inside Me: C10

enchrine on Incest Stories

Inside Me

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Wow, I woke up before Ean for once. I woke up Friday morning to him sleeping. He must have really been worn out from the day before. Being with him naked all day, I was in an incredibly playful mood, and I was relentless on him.

We both lay naked under his sheets. I really didn’t want to go to school that day but knew I had too. Montana and Bentlee were coming over right after. Right then would be my last time alone with Ean. I had a dream that night about the first time. That time Ean made me get naked in front of him. It seemed childish to me after everything that had happened, but at the time, wow. He cummed on me. It was the first time I saw his penis. His cum squirted all over my chest. I didn
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’t know what I liked best, watching him cum on me, or feeling him cum in me.

My hand subconsciously made its way to Ean’s penis. He was on his back. He was soft. It felt so amazing under my small fingers. His thing was so small, so soft. Then it started growing. Wow. I was feeling it grow. I was blind to it from the covering blanket and sheet but I could feel it. Bigger and bigger as I struggled to fit it all in my hand. Soon it outgrew me and I had to move my fingers up and down to feel the whole thing.

I had to do it. As gently as I could, I rolled out from under the covers and off the bed. I quietly ran into my room and looked through my new clothes to find what I was looking for. I picked them up and smiled. I dubbed them the little girl underwear. They were my underwear. I wanted him to cum on them. I wanted to see his face after he cummed and I showed him what he just did it on.

I quietly ran back into Ean’s room. He was still asleep. The sun was just barely peeking through his curtains. As gently as I could, I pulled the covers off the bed to reveal my big brother’s naked body. I was only fourteen. I was allowed to pull childish stunts like that. I thought might hang them up on my door while mom was away. If I told him to leave them alone, he would. Montana and Bentlee would give him the hardest time for it.

I crawled over his abs and held myself there with my legs. I was certain he would wake up while I was doing it and I had to block his view from what was going on.

The panties were almost silky soft. His penis was softening but I had it hard soon enough again. The skin on it was also surprisingly almost silky soft, so smooth. They glided together perfectly. For maybe two or more minutes, I was entranced with stroking his penis. It was so cool. Watching it disappear and reappear under my panties. I wondered and hoped that I could make him cum in his sleep.

“Oooooh, Maeghan. Why, what are you doing?”

Nope I guess. “Just making sure you’re well pleasured before I bring my friends over after school.”

“What about you?”

“You don’t have to worry about me wanting to relieve myself with my friends.” I smiled to myself. I somehow though didn’t think that it would do much when those two girls walked in and hung all over him asking for everything a guy could want.

I felt Ean’s finger tips lightly move over my butt cheeks. Slowly, his middle finger made its way down into my butt crack. He stopped. He stopped as his middle finger rolled into the indention my butt hole made. His other hand wrapped around me just under my belly. What was he doing?

Then both hands started pushing into me. His index finger shifted down replacing his middle and was pushing into my butthole.

“Ean, wrong hole, that’s the wrong hole!” I begged.

He just pushed harder. Slowly, I felt my fighting body loose the battle. Painstakingly, his finger broke into me and started slipping deeper inside me. All I could do was exhale and stop stroking him.

“Keep rubbing me, please.” He sounded enthralled.

I obeyed as I felt him entering my rectum. His finger wasn’t that big but it felt huge in there, in that little tiny hole. I was happy that it was just his finger. I was happy that it wasn’t his penis.

Ean was breathing harder. I could hear him. As the head of his penis played peek-a-boo with me and my rectum was being penetrated, I started to get turned on a bit. He was all the way in me. Feeling around inside me. He was feeling the inside of my butt. I felt violated but horny. His hips were bucking a bit into my panties. He was so turned on by what he was doing.

He started to almost pump his finger in and out of me. It was a major violation of me but I couldn’t just make him stop. He was so happy; I could tell he was seconds from cumming. He was right there. He was showing his power over me. Over his little sister.

His finger tensed inside me as his penis swelled. I pulled the panties up over the head and stroked him with my other hand. I could feel it. I was feeling the shaft of his penis as he went into sexual high. Amazing.

The panties in my hand bubbled and stained as I could only imagine sperm shot from him into them. Again and again. I gripped his organ tightly with my small hand feeling it all. My eyes watching my panties shake with the pounding of his semen. That little piece of fabric. The little pink and purple hearts. Something only a young girl would wear.

I wish he could last forever but he died down soon. I pulled the panties away as they began dripping his cum onto my hand that gripped him below. I wiped as much of the semen on any clean part left on the fabric. Ean slowly removed himself from my rectum. His other hand rose to my tummy and started pulling me back as my butt fell to rest on his abs.

I let myself fall back as I squeezed the last of his juices from him onto my underwear and rested it dirty side up on my hips. My head fell next to his off his shoulder onto the pillow.

“Was that the wrong hole? I did think it was a bit tighter than usual,” Ean said sarcastically. My butthole felt weird. I didn’t know what to think of it, it wasn’t like after using the bathroom, but it wasn’t a bad weird. It was almost like a little stinging but not quite. It wasn’t bad though, it was resting bare on my brother’s abs.

“What are those?” Ean asked looking down to my underwear. I smiled and reached down lifting up the corner so he could see better.

“Little girl panties that you jacked off with.”

“What? Maeghan!”

I smiled. “They’re mine, so you can’t touch them. I think I’ll hang them on my door for the weekend.”

“So, I guess your friends do know about us then.”

“Yeah,” I said regrettably. “Is that ok?”

“I could get in a lot of trouble if they tell anyone else. I could go to prison and be ordered never to see you again.”

My heart rate skyrocketed. I never thought of that. I would die if that happened. No! They wouldn’t tell. They liked him too. Why would some stupid law do that to us? I know other people shouldn’t do it but this was us. Why would they treat us the same as real rape. Ean must have seen my discomfort.

“Don’t worry. I trust them. I trust you. Everything will be ok.” He turned his head to mine. I turned mine to look at him and he came in for a kiss. His tongue parted my lips and we went fully into making out.

I didn’t know how he did it but I forgot all my worries right then. I was on my back, lying completely naked on my naked brother with my panties lying on my hips stained in his cum. My head was bent backwards and making out with him.

He reached over and touched my pelvis; I bowed in a little from the feeling. He grabbed my panties and balled them up before tossing them off to the side on his bed. We were making out, tonguing at each other, if that’s even a word. His hand reached down and engulfed my vagina. I moaned onto his tongue.

His cupping became squeezing; pulsing squeezes. Slowly, one of his fingers broke into my slit. My butt lifted a little. We were two passionate lovers. So young, so innocent. I was living, actually living a story better than anything I had ever read in a book. There was no great adventure, no epic battle, no maniacal sex. I was laying on Ean. He was fingering me, rubbing me. We were kissing. I didn’t know if books didn’t have that feeling or if they just couldn’t put them into words. I can’t put it into words. All I could think as he slowly massaged me, as the deep feeling slowly built up inside me, as we so delicately danced our tongues with each others, all I could think, amazing.

“Ooooh,” I moaned feeling his finger pull out of me after a particularly deep penetration. I wondered what it felt like for him, pushing his finger so deep into his sister. My hips wanted to rise. What it felt like to feel my lubricant coat his finger, his palm. That feeling was getting much stronger deep in me. What did it feel like to have a fourteen year old girl lying naked on her back on top of him? My stomach had so many butterflies in it getting ready to explode. What did it feel like to be making out with me? Oooooh, so close.

Because I knew, I knew exactly what it felt like to be me, feel his finger in me, his palm on me, his body below mine, my tongue in his mouth. I knew how it felt all too well.

“Mmmmmmmmm!!” I exploded into his mouth. I lost it. My body tried curling into a ball from the orgasm but Ean stopped it. He easily overpowered my weak muscles and held my body open and sprawled out.

The orgasm just reacted with more force. It was my orgasm and Ean was showing it that he was in control. No. I wanted him to stop. My orgasm didn’t like it. I wanted to be curled up safely in a ball as the amazing pressure and pleasure washed over me. But I couldn’t be. My entire body was forced open to take the full force of the power. An amazing stinging sensation took me over. It was like an incredibly high note pitched through my body.

I jerked up and down in Ean’s hands. My mouth had broken from his and I struggled for air. What was it like for him to be so easily holding down a writhing girl in the middle of an orgasm? I sure as hell knew what it was like to be that girl. So much power flowed through me.

I could feel it coming. That familiar feeling. It wasn’t that strong but I could feel it nonetheless. And then it happened. From deep just below my tummy, like a wave, my entire body flared and died. I felt it wash up my chest and then I was out.

I opened my eyes to Ean kissing me. I was on the bed now and he was laying off to the side with his chest propped up on mine. I could still feel the tingle in my pelvis and especially in my vagina. Ean looked at me a little shocked.

“Wow, only out for about a minute this time.” I smiled back to him.

“Why, what were you going to do to me while I was asleep?”

“Ooo, it’s too late now, you should have faked it if you wanted to find out.” I glared into his eyes smiling. “Well, now that you’re awake, I guess I have to tell you to get ready for school.”

I sighed. “Well, I guess that we need another shower together then.”

“I could just bath you right here, I’ve got loads of this liquid down here,” he said pulling his hand from my vagina. I gasped to myself as he cupped my breast. His hand was soaked.

“I didn’t, um, pee again?” I asked embarrassed.

“No, this was all you and all natural. Although, I wouldn’t have minded if you did pee.”

I looked away from his gaze embarrassed.

“You know, you haven’t gone since last night, maybe I could squeeze it out of you in the shower.”

“No, it’s still too tingly down there.”

“Well, I still want to watch you pee. Anything to do with that hole is going to fascinate me. Except maybe your period, I don’t really want to watch that.”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. He was just listing off all the most embarrassing things I did. I was thankful he didn’t want to watch my period. Maybe, I might be able to let him watch me pee, but only because he seemed to get so excited over it.

“I guess it’s shower time now, don’t want to be late for school,” he said. “And don’t pee until I tell you too.”

Getting ready for the shower was simple enough, we just walked to it and turned the water on before getting in. It was starting to get annoying holding in my urine. I just wanted it out. It was the only thing disrupting my thoughts of being with Ean.

The water was soo warm. Ean stood behind me with his arms draping down over my chest and his soft manhood pressed into my back. He kept bending forward and kissing my cheek and nibbling at my lips. He wasn’t as playful as our first shower together, he was more serious, our relationship was becoming more serious, and increasingly fast. I almost felt sad for him. He wanted to be in a serious adult relationship, one that could lead somewhere. But he was stuck with me, his little sister. I couldn’t lead him anywhere.

“Cheer up Maeghan,” he called past my thoughts. I felt my whole body lifting up. He was picking me up from under my knees with my back pressing into his chest. Then he pulled my legs apart and guided my vagina into the stream of falling hot water. All I could do was gasp as the hot water pounded into my organ.

“Ean, it’s too tingly right now,” I cried insecurely. It was more sensitive than usual but it did feel so spectacularly amazing.

“Well, when you’ve emptied your bladder, I’ll let you down.”

“I can’t,” I cried, “I can’t pee when something is teasing me like this.”

“Push,” he whispered into my ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. My head tilted to allow him easier access to my ear and I tried my hardest to push it out of me.

I was fighting a tremendous feeling pounding into my mound to drive out an enormous urge to pee. If only the water was colder, it would have been so much easier I thought. I could feel it starting. But the water was so hot, and it wasn’t easy, but it was so much better.

I kept pushing. I had to break past the first few trickles, then my body’s natural process would take over. I could feel it starting. A little pump, a splat, one more spurt, and then my mouth droned open in moaning as the full stream poured out. I was staring up to the ceiling feeling myself use the bathroom as hot water rained onto my private part with my older brother holding me in the most provocative position I could imagine.

“Maeghan, look, look at it. Look at yourself.”

Reluctantly, I looked down and obeyed him. There I was. My young naked body sprawled open by my brother. I was pretty powerful too. My stream of urine fought back pretty hard against the shower’s water. The liquid squirting from the crack between my legs shot up the path of falling water at least a foot and a half before arching forward into the open air.

The sound of my lone urine stream pounding into the bathtub floor before us melted with the falling water from my butt. But I could hear it. It was very distinguishable. And I just kept going. It felt so wonderful to let it all pour out of me.

“It’s beautiful,” Ean said looking down my body.

“You’re so weird,” I remarked as my bladder died down.

“What, don’t you like when I cum?”

“That’s different,” I said defiantly as my peeing became a trickle down my butt crack. “If you peed cum, I would be all over you every time you went to the bathroom.”

Ean set my body down. I turned toward him and silently picked at his firm skin below his chest. I didn’t really know what I was doing but I just felt like doing it. Ean was mine; I could do what I felt like to him. I loved it so much. It meant nothing but it was everything to just play with his stomach.

I looked up to his face smiling coyly. I was playing with his chest for no apparent reason, I was wondering what he was thinking and I couldn’t help but smile. His gaze moved up my body to my smile. He smiled. Ean smiled. It was a smile unlike anything I had seen on him before.

Then he gripped my shoulders and moved in to kiss me. I stumbled back into the wall but he kept kissing me.

“I love you so much Maeghan,” he gasped out trying to breathe before pushing back into my lips. I got really scared all of a sudden and pushed back.

“No, stop it. No Ean.”

Ean pulled back from me immediately. He stared at me confused and so hurt.

“I’m sorry. I’m just your sister. I want you to love me, but you were right. I’m your sister. We can’t get married. You need someone else. Don’t waste those feelings on me.”

“Maeghan,” he said so sadly; so confused. The shower water pounded into his abs and fell to the ceramic floor. Besides that, it was silent. I was alone holding myself up with the wall. Ean stood before me alone in the water. It was all wrong. Everything was wrong. I was confused. I pushed forward and hugged Ean.

“Please don’t leave me. You said it before. Another girl. Just please don’t leave me. I don’t want you to give everything up for me, there has to be another girl for your future but please, please don’t leave me behind.”

“It’s ok, I’ll never leave you. Everything will be alright.” Ean had pulled himself together. Everything fell on him. He told me to do what I thought was right, do whatever I wanted; if I failed, he would protect me. I failed. I never knew I would feel like that. I never knew I would be able to understand Ean that much, see how much I was actually hurting him without him even knowing it.

I understood why Ean always preferred planning things out then. As I hugged his strong body in the shower, I realized why he was always so reluctant with other people, when other people’s emotions came into play. Ean pulled back. I looked up to him staring at me.

“Ok little sis, time to wash up and get you to school.” He reached over and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. He called me little sis. It wasn’t erotic, it wasn’t playful, it was what I was. He said it to remind himself who I was. So he could carry on without wanting to do anything more to me. I felt a cold splotch grow on my scalp as Ean squeezed the shampoo onto me.

I loosened my hold on him.                                                              
e.l. hanes                                   

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Weenie Measure

OPBONE on Incest Stories

A true story from the 70’s …

 

The weekend before summer starts, only two more days of school and yes I know already that I have failed. I have not applied myself in any way other than sports. Why have I not applied myself? Boredom with school subjects as my mind was always on the opposite sex, I swear I could smell their hot bodies anytime I was 3 feet to them. Oh well, enough of the past, I’m slipping down to my friends’ to see if he wants to play, its drizzling and not much fun sitting looking out the window.

 

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imes New Roman" size="3">Doorbell rings and I stand in the rain. Ring the doorbell again and knock, yes the door is opening and his mom ushers me in while closing the door again. “Can Steven play?” I ask his mom.

 

“Steven and his dad when to the farm last night, they won’t be back till late Sunday night.” She replied.

 

My face fell saying something really downtrodden like, “Guess I’ll just go sit at home in this rain…”

 

“Well if you are in no rush, I’m baking cookies … would you like some?” she asked. To which I readily agreed and she helped me off with my rain jacket and boots, leading us off to the kitchen.

 

I sat at the side of the table, my eyes watching my best friends mother in her mini-skirt as she bent at the waist to peek into the oven, my eyes were glued to her pink panties cupping her beautiful bum.

She peeked over at me say, “Not quite ready yet, a little longer.” As she smiled and sat in a chair facing me, her skirt hiked up just enough on her thighs and her knees just that much apart to tease me with a full view of her panty mound. We small talked about school all the while I was looking between her legs and only once in awhile looking at her face. She got up once more in a slow wide open leg movement allowing me a great view and once again bent to peek at the oven. “Almost ready, I’ll just stay here they be ready that fast, did you want to peek at the cookies too?”

 

I got up a little awkward having began to sprout an erection and kind of squatted down in front of the oven at the same time noticing my head was lower than her short skirt and looked up sideways to her ever so slightly parted legs and those beautiful panties. “I don’t think the cookies are where your looking but then you never know!” she was still smiling as she had caught me fair peeking under her dress. I blushed and slowly was going to get up. “You don’t have to move, if you like that oven view better.” She slowly opened her legs a little more giving me an unrestricted view of her panty-clad muff.

“Bet that is more pleasing … oh, the cookies are ready.” She gave me a wink.

 

I stood beside her as she set the cookies on a towel, “These be too hot for a bit, got to let them cool.”

She looked into my big brown eyes smiling said, “Guess we’ll have to go take the clothes out of the washer and place them in the dryer, then the cookies should be ready.” And off I follow her down the stairs; I hand the wet ones from the washer to her as she loads to the dryer. White shirt, white slip, white panty, another white panty, a bra (holding it by the straps so its open, another bra, another panty, blouses and so forth and I kept looking at her body bending to place them in the dryer. “Well, you definitely seen all my undies now haven’t you?” I blushed again.

 

She walked slowly up those old stairs and my eyes feasted on her swaying bottom and her V between her legs as she would often glance down to check if I was watching, then she’d smile and wink.

 
 

As we sat at the table eating cookies and drinking milk she accidentally spilled her full glass all down the front of her clothes and being a fast kid I grabbed the tea towel and began dabbing at her tummy and the puddle of milk pooled between her legs. “Ohhh darn, I better get these off and soaked right away before they stain, are you going to help or eat more cookies?” And off we go again, me following those sash-swaying hips into her bedroom.

 

I stood just inside the door as she stood facing me slowly undoing her blouse, which she took off dropping it to the floor, and then undid her skirt that slipped from her hips to pool at the base of her feet. My eyes were bulging out as she beckoned me over, “Come unhook my bra please” she said with some huskiness in her voice. My hands were trembling as I struggled with the clasp and once free stepped back.

 

Her eyes were fastened to my crotch. I glanced down and to my amazement I was sporting my typical aroused penis having been so close to a full-grown woman who now stood naked before me except her pink panties that well displayed her mound. “Well, you certainly do compliment a lady now don’t you. I forgotten, how old are you now?” she said licking her lips.

 

“Almost 14 ½ …” I replied when I finally got some moisture to my mouth.

 

“No really? Am I the first woman you have ever seen then?” she purred. “By the budge in your pants I’d have sworn you were much, much older.”

 

“No, I’m just 14 ½ honestly.” I croaked and blushed even harder.

 

“Well, we’ll just have to have a weenie measure to see if you measure up to what my eyes see…” and with that she slipped past me out the door still naked but her panties. In a minute she was back with a cloth measuring tape, “Ok my boy, drop my pants so we can see if I was right or wrong!”

 

I stood there with my swollen penis pushing my pants taunt being somewhat hesitant to do what she asked. “Fair is fair, you seen more then just my washed undies, now we have to have an official measure.” She said as she slowly leaned down to undo my blue jeans. She tugged them down over the budge and I stepped out of them. Then her warm hand was in my shorts waistband and I could feel them slipping down till they slipped down to pool at my ankles leaving my swollen hard boner pointing straight out. “HOLY … you are bigger than my husband…hop up on my bed and lay down for the official weenie measure.” She cooed as she sat on the bed and wiggled closer.

 

 “Now, are you ready or do you think it may grow more if its touched?” she asked licking her lips.

 

“Maybe, I don’t know … its pretty big now.” I said kind of quietly.

 

“Well let mommy measure it right now and then we’ll see if it grows more.” She purred softly.

 

She stretched the tape at the head of my penis then while holding my penis and the tape in her fingers she pulled the tape back to the base, “Oh My God, you are … 10 ¼ long … lets see how thick you are … ” now wrapping the tape around the circumference, “OHH jezzzz your 5 ½ …” She was wetting her lips constantly now. “Now mommy will play with it for a few minutes and see if it grows bigger” and her hand went to work slowly pumping up and down, fingernails dancing across the skin and cupping my balls till me hips started pumping slightly.

 

“Ummm such a beautiful cock you have … (my face registered a surprise look) … yes my lovely big boy, your penis is called a cock, spelled C-O-C-K … and mommy is going to measure it again.” And she repeated the process. “Ohhhhh your 11 inches long and just a touch under 7 inches around.”

 

“Now for being a good sport about measuring your weenie, you get to see me now.” And with that she slipped off those pink panties holding them towards me as she slowly knelt on the bed one leg on each side of my legs. Her fuzzy muff looked incredible as she moved up closer to my head, slowly drawing her panties across my nose she said, “Smell … do you like? Holding the crotch of her panties towards my mouth, would you like to taste it now … ummm, you like? Now taste the place that it came from, you been peeking at it all day so far.” With that she drew my head up into her crotch telling me to lick it and when I was doing that good, she rolled off to the side pulling me with her. Slip down and lick all you want now, play with your fingers …” and I did as I was told.

 

Mere minutes she was moaning and groaning, urging me to suck and lick her clit, then her fingers were there showing me where to lick and I did, I was enthralled by that hooded little (well it looked like a penis) but tasted like sticky honey as did that opening in her muff of hair. I found a wondrous small opening that just sucked my finger in and was amazed at how much she thrashed around the bed. Her voice increasing to a deep throated cry of “I’M CUMMING … oh gezzzz … OHHHH … EEEEEaaaa”

Which she did many times, then suddenly she was fighting to get on top of me and I lay back.

 

Her legs on each side of me, she took hold of my very swollen large penis and guided me to her hair muff, as she slowly sat down my penis slipped into her and I was enveloped in a very hot wet place.

“Now mommy is going to fuck her lovely big boy” and she rocked her hips back and forth all the while swearing that I was many inches bigger than her husband, soon I felt her vagina ease and then she went wild. I was thrusting into her as she set the pace. “Good boy … Fuck mommy … fuck her tight cunt … spread me wide … Fuck me good …” and I was in heaven.

 

“OHHhhhh ohhhh I’m cummmmming … uummmmm ooohhhhh yessssss mmmmmmmmmummm”

She did this many times as her hand play in her muff, “Such a big cock for mommy … ummm so big”

 

I knew I was getting close; my breath was getting ragged as when I masturbated at night and I no longer had control on my hips that thrust up into the creamy hot cunt, then to her surprise she was being coated with fiery hot splashes deep against the walls of her cunt and then she let go with more hot creamy cum…” She lay down panting on me, before rolling to her back. “Ohhhh, you put so much cum in me, I’ve never had so much even when my husband does it twice in a row”

 

Some time later, she was tracing circles on my belly with her fingertips asking me, “Did my boy enjoy it? Would you like to learn some more about a woman, I have some time to show you.”

 

I eagerly nodded in agreement and she urged me to kneel between her legs; she pointed out her thighs, her pussy as she held it apart showing me those beautiful large lips and her clit and of course her vagina that she said I knew very well already. She had me kiss her inner thighs working my way towards her lovely pussy instructing me on what to do all the while she moaned and ohm’s constantly especially when I licked and sucked on her lips till she was begging me to use my finger in her as I licked or suckled her now swollen sensitive clit. Her silky creamy juices flowed as I lapped up that savoury honey till she begged me to again fuck her.

 

And fuck we did! Over the rest of the morning and into the late afternoon my cock was pounding into her as she slowed or speeded my efforts. I learnt that she loved to be in control and refer to herself as mommy (which drove me wild) as I did everything I could to improve my efforts to please her.

 

Almost every time I splashed cum into her she would say, “Ohhh, you naughty boy, you just put more baby juice into mommy, do you want me to be pregnant? What would I say to my husband? You better move it around inside mommy (as I kept pumping into her).” She was amazed at how long and hard I remained through our fun times.

 

When it was time for me to go home, she washed me up so no one would know we had been doing “bad things” together and then she held me tight to her as she repeated said, “You can never tell no one what we been doing, if you keep quiet about it we can keep having fun together.”

 

Well, I kept my promise for 40 years (till now) and we did have much more fun together but that’s for a different story.

 

If you want to hear more please email me opbone11@yahoo.ca, I love to know your experiences as well.

 

My daughter, a little girl no more

gimmeshelter on Incest Stories

Tessa is my 14 year old daughter.  Always a very pretty girl, I noticed the other day just what a sexy young woman she had become.  She was going to a party and she wore a very revealing little dress.  I had never had sexual thoughts of Tessa before but although a father, I am still just a man and I had noticed that she had nice smooth legs, and although I was always a little embarrassed to think of it previously, a very pert, well rounded little ass.  This dress was tight and short, very short, only a couple of inches below that great little ass of hers, and it accentuated her ass beautifully.  I could scarcely take my eyes off her ass until she turned around to face me.

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Her breasts looked so full and firm I couldn’t believe it.  They must have been a D cup, maybe DD, and they way they wiggled about in that dress, it was clear that they were not supported by a bra.  My breath was taken away, how could I not have noticed these before?!  However, my fatherly instincts kicked in and I created huge a fuss about letting her out of the house dressed like that.  My wife, who clearly still saw her as I had done only minutes before, told me in no uncertain times how stupid I was being, Tessa told me she hated me, and they both stormed out of the house to drive Tessa and her friend, our neighbour two doors down, to the party.

 

I felt bad about the fight but also confused, my Tessa had looked so hot, I was still in a state of shock, which I knew contributed to my over-reaction.  Throughout the evening, images and thoughts of Tessa kept entering my head. I tried to fight them but I couldn’t.  I knew then that I wanted to fuck my daughter and I had to try and see if I could.

 

Tessa was being brought home by our neighbour and I waited up for her, my wife having always been an early to bed woman.  I didn’t know what I was going to do but I wanted to speak to her and see how it went.

 

Tessa came in around 10pm, still looking hotter than ever. and I asked if she had had a good time.  It was clear that she hadn’t and she was still frosty with me.  I apologised to her and after a while she forgave me and became more chatty.  She was sitting across from me and I knew that if I wasn’t staring at her breasts I was staring at her legs.  She must have noticed too.

 

After a short while it was clear that her miserable evening was as a result of her lack of success in getting this boy, Alan, to show any interest in her.  I knew that this was my best opportunity to steer the conversation in the direction I wanted.

 

I told Tessa that I thought Alan must have been blind or an idiot not to want to be with her and I told her how beautiful and sexy she looked tonight.  Tessa chuckled to herself and offered her thanks or my compliment.  I confessed to her that it was how she looked tonight that had caused my bad reaction earlier, that I had found it hard to accept what an incredibly beautiful young woman she had become, and I threw in an off the cuff remark about her having a smoking hot body!  She laughed but also turned a little red in the cheeks, however, she was clearly pleased to continue to receive my compliments.

 

I took it a step further, I asked her to stand up to show me how lovely she now was.  “Daaaad!” she exclaimed, clearly a little embarrassed, but nonetheless she stood up.  I motioned for her to twirl and she did, giving me a lovely view of her ass. 

 

I held out my hands and she walked towards me, her breasts bouncing so tantalisingly, and took my hands in hers.    I broke the grip and placed my hands on her waist, shaking my head and telling her that I couldn’t believe how beautiful she had become.  I said to her that soon no man was going to be able to resist her.  I said “Look at you Tess, you’re as pretty as picture, you’ve got a perfect figure, great breasts, lovely legs and a fantastic ass!”  It was as I said the word ass I moved my hands from her waist and cupped each ass cheek through her dress, gently squeezing.  She laughed, “Dad!” she again exclaimed, but she just stood there in front of me, smiling, with my hands on her ass.  I was smiling back up at her as if this was the most natural thing in the world. 

 

Tessa broke the silence, “Dad, your hands are on my ass!” she smiled in a jokey manner.  “Yeah, I know” I replied “do you mind?”.  She smiled and shook her head sheepishly.  I said “How about now?” and I moved my hands down her legs a little and then back up and under her dress this time.  Tessa inhaled in a mock shock kind of way but she still didn’t move away.  My hands were now on fondling that perfect ass through a pair of flimsy panties.   My hands explored the edges of her bare ass cheek and the finer curves through her panties.  Tessa still didn’t object.  We were both still smiling at each other.

 

Nothing further was said and I broke the stalemate by moving my hands under her panties and onto her bare ass cheeks.  Oh my god, the feeling was incredible, sitting there, my daughter stood in front of me, and I was fondling her bare ass!  “You don’t mind do you?”, I said to her.  Tessa shook her head, “No” she quietly replied.

 

I decided I need to take it further.  I said to her “why don’t you give your old man a nice little kiss to show there’s no hard feelings for earlier”.  She laughed and gave me nice little kiss on the lips.  I said to her “That was a daddy/daughter kiss, why don’t you let me see how lucky Alan would have got if he had had half a brain”.  She laughed and seemed to think about it for a second before saying “OK” quietly and then bending down and kissing me long and full on the lips.  She gently moved her tongue into my mouth, I didn’t press it, I let her kiss me how she wanted, while still fondling her ass.  It was an amazing feeling, our mouths locked together in a deep passionate kiss.

 

She was kissing me far longer than I expected so I decided to take a chance and tear one hand away from her ass and onto her breast, through her dress. Tessa didn’t protest or stop kissing me. 

 

It was me who decided to break the kiss.  I told her how much I enjoyed it and that Alan didn’t know what he was missing!   She laughed again.  I said that I hoped that she wouldn’t have let Alan fondle her up like I had!  She laughed, “maybe” she said cheekily.   I expressed mock shock and asked if she would have taken off her dress for Alan.  “No way” she said most defiantly, which pleased me immensely.

 

I asked her if she would take her dress off for me.  She looked down at me and nodded her head.  My excitement was at fever pitch and she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground.  The sight of her firm proud breasts standing to attention right in front of me was breathtaking.  Stood in front of me in only her panties, I shook my head as if I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, which I couldn’t.  I cupped both her breasts.  They were so smooth, so firm, the way only a teenage girls can be.  I gently rubbed each nipple with my thumbs before I could not wait any more and took a breast in my mouth.  I began sucking and kissing each perfect breast, moving my hands back to her perfect ass as well. 

 

Tessa was making appreciative noises.  I broke away from her breasts, stood up, and kissed her long and deep, my tongue this time exploring her mouth.  I moved down to kiss her neck “Daddy”, Tessa said, a little breathlessly, I looked at her “yes sweetheart?” I responded.  “Are you going to fuck me?”

 

I broke away from her, it was quite shock to hear her say these words, but my god it was the biggest turn on of all time. I nearly came on the spot.   “Do you want me to?”, I stammered.  She nodded her head slowly, “Yes” was all she said.

 

I kissed her again and we moved down to the floor. I worked my way down her body, kissing every beautiful square inch. I reached her panties and inched them down, getting my first view of her pussy.  I gently massaged her for a while before I went down on her virgin pussy, gently easing a finger inside her.  I decided that she was as ready as she was going to be and I positioned myself to enter her.  She was so tight but I gently broke her in before getting up a full head of steam.  It wasn’t long though before I came an ocean inside her.

 

Afterwards, we lay next to each other on the floor, my head spinning with what we had done, I had no idea how Tessa felt but from the strange smile on her face she looked content.  I decided to see if she was willing to do a little more for her old man.  I asked her how she was, she said that she felt great … music to my ears.

 

I asked her if she wanted to do it again and she smiled and nodded.  I said “OK but I’m not 18 anymore, you’ll have to give me a minute” I paused a second “unless you want to lend me a helping hand”.  “What do you mean?” she enquired but I think she knew where I was headed.  “Well sweetheart, my little soldier” (don’t ask me where that came from, it just came out of my mouth!)) “needs a little encouragement to go again.  If you’d like to give him a little kiss or 2 I’m sure he’ll be ready to go again in no time”.  Tessa smiled and looked down at my cock, she took it gently in her hand and started stroking it, then without hesitation she repositioned herself and started to kiss my cock.  It didn’t take her long before she turned her kisses into a long slow suck, taking all of my cock deep into her mouth.  I was in place far above heaven, looking down to see my cock slipping in and out of that beautiful young mouth.

 

After some time I was ready again and although I could have came in her mouth I figured I would save that pleasure for another time, right now I needed to fuck her again.  I told her I was ready and she moved on top of me and kissed me long and hard, positioning her pussy over my cock.  She lowered herself on top of me and started to ride me.  Looking up at that beautiful face and those incredible tits was the greatest sight I had ever seen.  She was clearly enjoying this as much as me and it was surprisingly, and a little annoyingly, quickly before I unleashed another load inside of her.

 

By now I was completely spent and we agreed that we better go to bed, sadly not together.  Whilst laying in bed next to my wife thinking about what Tessa and I had done, it occurred to me that I hadn’t fucked her from behind, so that I could admire that beautiful ass from the best possible view.   Again, I figured that could wait until next time, because there damn well was going to be a next time. Maybe I could even persuade her to let me admire that ass in the best possible way, if you know what I mean!

 

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Lindsey kissed her stepfather passionately,
her tongue flicking around inside his mouth
like a small kitten might lap over its Mother's
nipples, hungry for milk.

With one arm Dean encircled her waist
drawing her against him, her nipples now
painfully erect and hot, rubbing against
the fine silver hair covering his chest.

Using his left hand he pressed two fingers
inside the slippery crease of her sex and
hooked them sharply against the roof of
her cunt to hold Lindsey steady upon the
sink and secure against his body.

"I want you to fuck me good and hard,"
Dean gasped as he pulled his lips from
Lindsey's hungry searching mouth.

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trailing his fingertips
along the velvety drenched walls
of his stepdaughter's pussy.
Those firm yet slow and teasing strokes
that always made her young vaginal
muscles clasp and clinch as he'd
come to adore in these intimate
moments of foreplay between them

"Dad, I feel like I'm going to pee,
I need to use the toilet now," Lindsey
grunted holding back the heavy flow
of urine and trying to slip off the
sink basin.

This was exactly what Dean had been
waiting for.  His constant manipulation
within her after her climax that would
create this urgent need for release.
Dean once more knelt before his
stepdaughter allowing his face to become
level with her sex soaked cunt.

With his hands he spread the vaginal
folds obscenely wide and exposed the pink
slender protrusion of her urethra.
Using his tongue he began pressing
the tip against the tiny opening teasing
and stimulating it until it began to widen
and the first tiny droplet of pee formed
at the entrance.

"Oh fuck, Daddy, I'm not going to be able
to hold it back."

"I've got to go bad, right now," Lindsey said
as she grimaced trying to hold the heavy
liquid burden of her stream inside.

"Let it go angel, let it all out, I want to taste it
hot, right from the source,"  Dean moaned as
he pressed his mouth over Lindsey's vaginal
well and continued stabbing at the opening
with his tongue.

Her hand reached out to at first try and
push Dean's face away.  As he continued
to use his lips and tongue to tease her
rapidly widening perforation she found
herself instead drawing him even further
into the heated wet opening of her womanhood.

Lindsey's fingers ensnared the thick curls
of Dean's coffee colored hair at the back of
his head and drew him to her as she began
to urinate.  The warm tart liquid hissed out
in a steady rivulet and Dean felt it splash over
his tongue and begin filling his mouth.

"Ummmmmm, don't stop Daddy, suck it
all out of there," she moaned with swelling
relief at finally voiding herself.

The honey tinted warmth began sliding
down the back of Dean's throat as he gulped
greedily to keep pace with his stepdaughter's
discharge.  His tongue dove through the
amber waves of Lindsey's spray lashing
frantically at the now fully dilated piss slit.

Breathing through his nose he suckled the
expanded opening and swallowed the
young girls pee.  He savored it like some
rich exotic wine, the taste somewhat sweet
and only slightly acrid from the family's steady
regimen of drinking only purified water
and non acidic juices.

"Shit, I feel so damn filthy pissing in your mouth,
so fucking free to do anything I want," whimpered
Lindsey as she reveled in this new perversion
with Dean.

Hearing his stepdaughter speaking this way only
fueled Dean to a greater lust, his thoughts spiraling
into visions of all they could enjoy with one another
in this unique and private world they now shared.
Springing to his feet he gripped his bobbing erection
and pressed the knob atop Lindsey's piss slit.
The simmering golden mists spraying the tip and dribbling
down the rigid sex tube in powerful streams.

"That's it baby girl, spray on Daddy's cock, soak that
dick with those sweet pee juices," Dean moaned
as he began slamming his prick over the hardened
nub of her clit.

Gripping his penis with his fist he raked the thick
stalk between her folds, the warmth of her own pee
coursing down its length and heating the vaginal lips
and making them engorge and tingle from the
body regulated heat.

Dean would punch then forward dipping the saturated
head into her cunt only allowing her to clasp at the point
and withdrawing it before it fully engulfed him.

Lindsey felt light head at the sight of Dean's enraged
organ pressing between the sodden lips.  Leaning back
to brace herself against the mirror she continued to void
herself not caring any longer where the rushing sprays
would land and what they may drench in the process.

As Dean continued to thrust and withdraw the smoldering
dome of his piss slick cock, he watched another spray
cascade into the air to land just above his navel then run
down his flesh and soak his balls which swung heavily
beneath him.  The heat from Lindsey's pee washing
over him made his own need to release himself all the
more urgent.  Pulling back he once more began slapping
at the drenched fleshy hood covering Lindsey's clit.

"Hold the skin back and rub that hot little button off,"
he demanded.

"Rub it until you cum off again you sweet little bitch."

Lindsey's fingers flew to the buzzing knot resting atop
her pussy.  Her fingertips wet with her own urine and
dancing over the slick surface of it.  She squeezed the
tight bud between her fingers, rolling them on either
side of it just as Dean had taught her two Summer's ago.
Pulling them upward and sliding them back down as
she'd learned to do  from watching Dean jerk himself off
when they would tease each other up to the point of
sheer madness.

"Open your eyes honey, watch me piss on that
sexy little lust bump," he groaned.

"Don't you dare stop until you can't cum anymore!!!"

Focusing and pressing the muscles against his
bladder Dean began to work his own urine up the
tube of his penis.  He'd been practicing at pissing
with an erection for just this scenario when he'd
decided to initiate Lindsey into the pleasures of
pee play.

Dean angled his cock toward Lindsey's pussy forcing
the first few droplets of pee to leak out and land on
the rug beneath his feet.  The next squeeze resonating
deep within his abdomen started the flow roiling out
with a solid pressure and spurting out over Lindsey's
tummy.  Her breath caught as she felt the warmth of
Dean's pee splatter against her skin and run down
over her hands.

Lifting his cock upward he created a looping arc of
amber tinted fluid that splashed over Lindsey's quivering
breasts.  He watched as the honey hued droplets clung
to her nipples and the tiny ripples of his urine flowed down
her belly and soak the thin sheen of hair nestled atop
her cunt mound.  As he continued to pee Lindsey's body
became anointed with his steamy liquid scent.  Marking
her in this ritualistic manner that would only strengthen
the bond they had already forged so long ago.

Lindsey felt that deep throbbing inside her loins as she
watched her stepfather saturate her flesh with his hot wet
brand against her body.  Her fingers twisting at the
sodden button and almost brutalizing it with her
frantic machinations.  Her hips lifted above the sink basin,
fighting to raise herself up to feel Dean's steamy piss flood
the depths of her dilated sex chute.

"Piss in my cunt Daddy, fill it fucking full, " she hissed
as the first wave of her orgasm rocked her backward and
she reached out to grab the edge of the sink to prevent
herself from slipping off.

"I'm marking what belongs to me, work that pussy little girl,
shove your fingers in there and let my piss flow right in
there," Dean ranted.

Lindsey spread her lips open forming a deep oval to
channel the stinging liquid inside her.  Hooking her fingers
beneath the slippery crease of her folds she continued to
use her thumb to press down firmly on her clit and rotate
the tip to enhance her climax.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnn-Oh mother---------- fucker here
it comes," she howled in between her labored panting.

Dean's flow began to ebb to a miniature trickle as he
stabbed forward once again plunging the mushroom point
of his prick inside Lindsey.  Allowing her only the head to
encircle as her sodden heated lips clamped him just under
the ridge of his cock crown.  In essence a rigid fleshy plug
to trap his pee within her as she continued to masturbate
for her pleasure and all the more for his.

Lindsey's arms reached out grabbing for her stepfather’s
neck as she began to slip off the piss wet counter beneath
her.  Her climax still hammering away at the very fabric
of her being although she was no longer touching herself.
She pressed her warm damp body against his as Dean's
cock slipped out with a subtle wet sucking resonance.

His urine felt like a watery living fire as it raced down her
inner thighs and splashed across the top of her feet, to
then pool beneath them. 

Dean cupped her slick ass cheeks pulling her body against
his, both their flesh still  warm and damp with each others
essence as he ground his body against her slender frame.

Lindsey's licked at her stepfather's nipples, chewing on
them as her orgasm began to recede like tiny waves rushing
back out to sea once having kissed against shore.
Her breath now slowing in shuddered moans as her
knees began to buckle beneath her, only being held in place
by Dean's firm grasp.

She felt Dean's hands slide up over her shoulders, his fingers
gripping her tightly as he pressed her down to kneel upon
the soaking wet rug beneath their feet.  Looking up she
watched as if from some vast distance separating them,
his words harkening her to his needs, his every desire.

"Take me in your mouth Lindsey, suck your old man off, I
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Dean took two of the plush blue towels from the
rack behind the toilet.

One towel he spread out over the top of the damp
marble sink to give Lindsey more cushion beneath
her bottom and to prevent her from sliding too much
once he began his favorite pastime.

The other towel he rolled up snuggly to lay over the
faucet and handles of the sink and give her more comfort
as she leaned back, her shoulders and back pressing
against the cool smooth glass of the mirror behind.

"Place your fingers right along the outer edges of your
pussy," Dean instructed.

"Squeeze the lips firmly and part them as wide as you can."

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of her labia parting herself
just as her stepfather had requested.  She adored his
mastery over her, the way in which he could take her soaring
into the heavens with one hand and  have her plummeting to
the depths of hell's drepravity with the other.

The look upon his countenance when his gaze afixed hers,
the way in which his voice could illicit a response by
speaking firm commands in a soft and soothing manner
seemed to hypnotize her like some haunting melody once
heard but never forgotten.

Lindsey knew deep within her heart, that as immoral as
their relationship may be in conventional terms, she
worshipped her stepfather and adored his every touch,
his every word shared between them.

She wanted to be his and his alone, just as her mother,
Samantha had pledged herself to Dean upon taking her
wedding vows some three years prior.

Dean slid the indigo colored bathroom rug closer to the
sink and stepping out of his boxers he placed his knees
upon it to kneel in front of Lindsey.  With his lips he began
tracing the inside of her thighs, his nostrils flaring to take in
her rich hot sex scent as he flicked his tongue over the
sensitive flesh leading to her carnal channel.

"Kiss me off Daddy, please take my clit in your mouth
and suck it off for me," Lindsey pleaded.

She loved the feel of her stepfather's mouth cupped
over her sex, the way his tongue danced over the deliciously
tingling folds, finding their home as they locked upon her
clit and his teeth bearing down. 

Those alternating nips and rakes that made it rise and
gorge with blood until she felt it would simply burst like an
overripe bloom held too long in check by seasons change
stalled.

Dean's large hands cupped the top of Linsdey's thighs,
lifting her up slightly, he exposed the small oval pucker
of her ass.  With his tongue he began an upward stabbing
motion, slowly circling it around the outer ring then punching
once more deep within the humid center. 
Time and again he repeated the cycle, threatening to put her
over the edge only to back off and torment her with his
hesitation.

Lindsey's ankles hooked behind her stepfather's neck
spurring him deeper as she kept her fingertips clutched upon
the lips of her vagina and wanting so desperately to feel her
own fingers delving inside the wetness she knew was pooling
within her.

"Tongue it real deep Daddy, stick it way up there so I
can cum hard for you," she moaned grinding her supple
bottom over Dean's face.

Time seemed to suspend itself as her stepfather worked
feverishly with his lips and tongue. His mouth moving
from her ass and slowly finding its way back to her weeping
entrance yet only softly kissing the folds held by her fingers. 
Dean breathed her scent inside him, that sweet yet tart
aroma that reminded him of fresh apples warming on a
window sill at Summer's peak. 

Brushing his nose over the thin sheen of amber pubic hair
covering her mound, he blew his warm breath over the
exposed knot of her clit.  Those dainty puffs of heated
air lazily tickling the pulsing bud as his lips just brushed
that crimson sheath of skin.

"Now angel, finger it for me, stick a finger inside and stir all
that thick honey up for me nice and smooth," Dean orderd.

His erection thrust out before him, the cock dome bloated
and weeping heavy strands of pre cum as his arousal and
desire for Lindsey grew stronger and their passion fueled the
other beyond reproach. 

Leaning into his stepdaughter his cock hunched at
the thick pile of the rug beneath him.  The lengthy blue
strands tickling the knob as he pressed down on the rug and
continuing to build the sexual frustration within his penis as
well as his desire for actual penetration.

Dean wasn't overly long in length, no more than seven
inches completely erect but his girth made his cock fill
both Lindsey and his wife thickly.  Stretching their fexible
openings until they could accomodate no more and the
supple skin threatened to tear with too vigorous a thrusting. 
The crown of Dean's prick was heavy and bloated, its color
when aroused this wantonly, a deep blush of purple.

Lindsey hooked two fingers of her left hand inside herself.
Pressing firmly over her vulva, they formed the image of
those who would thrust their hands within the air and make
the sign of metal mania at some ear splitting rock concert.
Dean couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison as he
watched his stepdaughter go after her own cunt with the
same fury and fervor.

"Get it little girl, get that cunt all juiced up for me."

"Don't you dare cum yet though, I'll tell you when you can
let it go for your old man," he commanded.

Lindsey's heels began to drum against Dean's shoulders as
she felt herself nearing such a massive cum that he'd been
building within her.  Her fingers running along the slippery
roof of her pussy and quickly being coated by clinging
strands of sex cream.

Dean knew she was getting close now, he could see the
look in her smoky eyes as they glazed over and her hips
began to twitch spasmodically.  He was now rubbing the
heavy stalk of his erection with his right hand, leaning his
cheek against her inner thigh as he watched this lewd yet
still pure display of passion just for him.  His balls were
filling rapidly with semen that threatened to course up
the stalk and erupt if he were not careful enough to check
himself from time to time.

"Beat it Daddy, jerk that cock cream out and shoot it on me
while I cum," Lindsey screamed.

Dean knew she couldn't last much longer, she always
became more vocal right before she lost all control of
herself and her body began to shake with small tremors
as he saw rippling over her smooth bronze tummy
right now.

He leaned down kissing her belly, his tongue spearing
wetly into her navel and fighting for purchase against
the piercing of the small barbell running through the
entrance. 

Time and again he kissed and lashed his tongue over
and around her abdomen, slowly coming to rest just
above her upthrust clit. 

"Now Daddy, Nowwwwwwwwwww, here it cums,"
she whimpered.

Lindsey's stepfather bit down gently on the angry nub,
his lips pursing around it as he began to suckle the stiff protrusion. 
Licking back and forth over the tip as his teeth squeezed
the swollen sides and slid up and down as if milking a nipple.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh shit I'm there now, lick it out of me,
take it all," Lindsey wailed.

Dean continued to abuse the youngsters enraged nub, his
tongue lubricating her fingers as they thrust in and out. 
He could taste the sex on her fingers, those frothy
ribbons of girl cream that came churning out for him when
he'd gotten her this enraptured.

His hand firmly glasped upon her hips now, Dean let
go his hold over her clitoris and pulled her forward to
rest upon his face. His mouth beneath his stepdaughter's
dilated opening and relishing the liquid spice flowing over
her fingers and down her inner thighs.

"Eat me out, it's all for you Daddy, every last drop just
for you," Lindsey sobbed as she lost herself in the
unbridled release of this perverse yet so needed passion
they both fell victim to.

Her body shook violently and Dean's back and shoulders
felt as if he'd been trampled by some ancient giant whose
feet made his body the clay they trod upon.
Lindsey's fingers came loose from within the suctioning
confines of her cunt as her muscles tensed and released. 

Dean gripped her hand and placed it to her own mouth so
they both could share the flavor of her sexual gratification between them.

Eyes tightly clenched she smelled her own sex hot and raw
and began lapping the thin tart ribbons encircling her fingers. 
Her stepfather's lips pressing against hers to taste it warm
and wet from so delicious and yearning a mouth.

"I love you my sweet angel, you're all I'll ever want
or need," he whispered to her as he softly kissed her brow.

"I love you too Daddy, I always will, I want you inside me
so bad I hurt."

"Right where I belong but you'll have to wait for it just
as I am, you know how much better it is when we both
need it this bad," Dean taunted.


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Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, came the piercing cry
resounding down the hallway of the Stevens home.

"What happened to my AOL?" demanded Lindsey
as she stormed toward the bathroom where her
stepfather was shaving around his Van Dyke beard.

Turning to face the sixteen year old,
Dean couldn't help but notice the way her dark
henna hair spun out in long tendrils as she cocked
her head with disdain.

"It's been cut off until you can get your grades
back on track and start showing some respect for
not only your Mom and I but yourself as well."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lindsey shot
back, grasping for a Malboro Gold cigarette from
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k in the pocket of her silken peach bathrobe.

"Well, that's a part of it right there, your smoking
when we've both told you to not do it in the house;
if you absolutely had to smoke at all."

"Fuck that, I'm old enough to do what I want and
Mom never had a problem with it until you made
a big deal out of it!", challenged Lindsey.

"Your Mom also found your MySpace page and
the pictures of yourself you'd posted up there."

"Flashing your tits and showing your crotch for
every swinging dick with a pc must be a real
important part of your growing up process I guess?"
Dean asked, wiping the shaving cream from his
face as he moved toward Lindsey.

"We also read your blogs on there and I have
to say for someone your age you seem to have
quite the grasp on what men and women both
look for in a young girl these days."

"That's bullshit, I was just having some fun, it's
not meant to be serious and besides it's just
a game we all play online for something to do,"
Lindsey sputtered with an edge of embarrasment
slipping into her tone.

Dean gripped Lindsey by her shoulders, her robe
falling open to reveal her puffy breasts, their barely ripe
bubble gum pink hued nipples taut and thrusting up from
the center as the silk brushed against them.

Pressing her up against the bathroom wall, Dean leveled
his gaze directly at Lindsey. There was no mistaking his
hostility at being challenged nor his demand for being
given the respect he felt was due him.

"You want to play like you're all grown up, then so be it.
Just like they say, education begins right in the home and
I'm ready to take you to school little missy," Dean hissed.

Lindsey could smell the minty Scope mouthwash on her
stepfather's breath as he spoke those words, his lips
brushing over hers, he was so close in her face.
His fingertips dug into her shoulders through the robe,
her back pinned firmly against the wall, the robe having
fallen open to expose her nakedness to Dean.

Sticking out his tongue, Dean took a long slow swipe at
his stepdaughter's slender throat.
He could still taste the Jessica Simpson Creamsicle Dessert
perfume infused within her skin from the last time she'd
worn it to school.

He began to nibble at her throat, his teeth pulling the
soft flesh between them as he reached between her
thighs and felt the warmth of her having just come from
her bed.  His finger finding the hood concealing her already
swelling clit and lifting the tender skin up to expose the
heated button.

"Fuck, I could hardly wait for Mom to leave this time,
I love it when you force it from me and make me your
dirty little girl," Lindsey moaned as she pressed her lips
against her stepfather's.

"Do me real nasty this time Daddy, I want to give you
everything you want," she whispered licking his earlobe as
she pressed her breasts against his firm hairy chest.

Dean continued using his finger to swirl over the point of
Lindsey's enflamed clit.  Slow circles drawn with just the
fingertip and applying a very light pressure to keep her
always wanting more.
He was keenly aware that this lanquid but consistent
torment would have the young girl craving release and
bring out her most primal of needs in order to obtain it.

He loved watching her face flush and contort as she'd bite
down hard on her lower lip just as she began to cum. 
Those tiny mewling sounds that came from her chest when it
hit her hard and her hips thrust upward to meet him when he
felt his prick bathed in her sweet young juices.

The beauty of that faint red tinge of the sex rash which
would spread just above her breasts when she became
so hot her skin would actually pass the raw heat into his
fingers or chest.

"I think that little kitty between your legs is starting to
purr just right," he uttered into her chest as he leaned
down to take a plump nipple between his warm lips.

"You make it more than just purr Daddy, I love the
way you spin me up and make me do all those nasty
things when we play like this," Lindsey groaned.

"Go sit on the sink sweetie, spread your legs nice and
wide and show Daddy that pretty little pussy of yours."

"Hold yourself open and I'll kneel down and give it a good
washing up with a warm wet tongue!!!"


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Camping Cousin Part.2

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So here I am now. Just got one of the best blow jobs of my life from a 14 year old. Not just any 14 year old but my 14 year old second cousin. To compound this her mother is there approving of this whole thing. Damn times have changed. Tina has learned well from her hott mom cause she kind of slithers up my body, rubbing her tight little frame against me all the way and plants her hott little mouth on mine and starts to seemingly fuck my mouth with her cumm flavored tongue.

I have absolutely no recourse but to return the favor and she has a smoking hott little mouth that is incredible, and we proceed to play tongue hocky and make out like two teenagers, which she is. My cock has not gone down a bit and I feel Linda's hand grasp me and start to stroke my hardness as Tina and I 

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; continue to kiss. I reach down and grasp the bottom of Tina's tight little tee shirt and proceed to pull it up over her head, breaking our mouth lock just long enough to remove it. I hug her tightly to me and feel her stiff little tits pressing into my chest.

Tina stands just about 5 foot nothing and has the type of body that you would imagine at a lolita site. Perfectly formed, 34B's, 105 pounds and a tight, round little ass that is to die for. Long, dark brown hair and a pair of brown eyes that just seem to look into your soul. She is absolutely gorgeous to top it all off. I always thought that she could be a catalog model but she was never interested.

After a few minutes of this I stretch my arms down and slide her tight little shorts off of her and take hold of her tight little ass and squeeze her gently as we continue. I finally pull away from her and grabbing hold of her under the arms, slide her hott little body up until her sweet little cunt is sitting on my mouth. This is a pervs wett dream cumm true and I aim to get it all just in case I am going to wake up soon. Her sweet, sparsley haired cunt is dripping wett and seeing how I am a pipefitter, I know that I can lick any drip and proceed to tongue fuck her. This is some sweet stuff folks, and I lick and suck her for all I am worth.

Her little cunt is just as hott and wett as her moms and I am loving it. I feel her hott little body start to shake and I know that she is about to cumm. I take her stiff little clit between my lips and squeeze down on it and rub my mouth back and forth, lightly licking with my tongue and she starts to go off. Thank god mom is there to kiss her as she is a screamer and I can hear her through her mom's liplock. I wonder what the park ranger would think of this little scene. She cumms for a minute or so and suddenly just drops down on top of me like a wett dishrag. Her tight little body continues to shake for a few minutes as she comes down from her orgasm.

"Holy Shit, Cous. That was fucking incredible", and I almost started to chastise her for her language  until I stop and think about this whole scene. You just sucked her off and she just came all over your face and you are going to correct her for swearing?? I guess I can let it go this time. "Glad that you enjoyed it, baby", I say to her. Her mom is still stroking my cock at this point and it feels so fucking good.

She slides off of me and lays next to me, her arm draped over my chest. "I want to do everything", she says and I tell her that I need a drink first. She slips out of the tent, still naked and goes to the cooler and brings back three bottles of beer. I almost said something about that but shut up before I made an ass of myself. We have gone where the old rules no longer apply. Tina hands her mom and I each a beer and we sit up and drink.

Tina slips her hand down and starts to rub her little pussy. "My cunt is really hot, huh Cous?", she asks and I have to agree with her as another nasty thought slips into my brain. "I know how to cool it off for you", I tell her and she says, "Fucking cool. Let's do it". I tell her to get one of the big beach towels and hand it to me. I take one of the pillows and cover it with the towel and tell her to lay down on it with her ass on the towel. Linda just sits there with a questioning look  on her face but says nothing.

Once she is in position, I take my long necked bottle of beer and put it up to her little pussy and move down so that my mouth is right there and proceed to put the mouth of the bottle in her tight little hole. Then I dump it up and she starts to squirm around. "That's fucking cold", she exclaims and I say just for a minute. I lift her legs up in the air, and I pull the bottle away and then get my mouth right there in her cunt and start to suck the beer out of her. Her mom sees what I am doing and moves down so that she can get her mouth next to mine, so I move to make room for her and we both drink the beer out of her.

Tina starts to shake again and I suck her clit as Linda licks her little girl's pussy. I have the presence of mind to wipe my pre-cumm off on my hand and stick two fingers in Tina's mouth to silence her cumm screams. She is cumming and sucking my fingers so hard that I have the momentary thought that if she bites down on my fingers it is going to hurt like a mother-fucker but she just continues to suck on them. She continues to cumm and I manage to move down below her mothers mouth and as Linda continues to lick that sweet little pussy, I start to lick Tina's  tight little asshole, poking my stiff tongue inside a little and she continues to shake. Nothing quite as tasty as a 14 year old ass except a 14 year old pussy.

She is finally done and pushing both of our faces away from her over stimulated holes. "Goddamn", she exclaims. "That was way fucking beyond incredible", and I just sit back and smile at her. Linda is rubbing her pussy and says, " I need you in me right now, that was so fucking hott", and she pushes me down on my back and mounts me, sliding down on my hard cock and starts to ride me hard and fast. My brain is about overloading at this point and I know that I am not going to last too long. I am being fucked by this lust crazed woman and her cunt is tight as a vise and squeezing me like a strong hand. I have never been fucked like this before and I feel my cumm starting to build up in me.

Linda continues to fuck me with abandon and her body starts to shake. Damn I want to time this just right and as she starts to orgasm so do I and it is fucking incredible. What a beautiful thing when you can both get off simultaneously. I just seem to spurt and shoot for a long time and I have not cumm like this in years if ever!! My spurts slow down and she drops down on me, riding out her orgasm, grinding her pelvis into me. All that I can do is lay there. I am totally drained. I roll my head and look at Tina who is furiously rubbing her little cunt. "Mommy, come and feed me", she says and Linda gets up off of me, cupping her sloppy wett pussy with her hand to catch all of our cumm and proceeds over to her daughter and just squats over Tina's beautiful little face and allows the cumm to run out of her hot cunt into Tina's wide open mouth.

That is the sight that I went to sleep to. Guess I"ll have sweet dreams.

Cousin Camping part.1

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Forum Story of the week WIinner 11-1-07 ~ 11-08-07

Just read Ashlies story about her Uncle Dave and she inspired me to put this one down.

It was the summer of 1988 and I had gone through a really messy divorce and had said fuck it, sold the little that I had left after being raped by the lawyers and moved away. I was living in New England and just happened to run into my cousin Linda. She was 10 years older than me and had babysat for us when we were little quite a few times. She was going through a divorce also so we kind of circled the wagons and started hanging out together quite a bit. She had two teen aged daughters, Tina who was 14 and Tami who was 16. Tina was very much the tomboy like her mom and Tami was the little princess.

The girls spent one week with mom a

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nd one with dad as Linda still lived close enough for the school thing to work that way.

I would have her over and make dinner, (Yes Jeff and Robin and all of you other old hands, you know how I fixed the food), usually once a week or so and we would have a nice dinner, drink a bottle of wine, smoke a few fatties and just enjoy each others company. Linda was still a fine looking woman at the age of 40 and I never missed an opportunity to compliment the way she looked. I certainly would not let the fact that we were related stand in the way of anything that might happen.

One weekend we decided to go up to Maine for the weekend and eat some lobster and being that we were related it seemed silly to spend the extra money to get two rooms so we ended up in a real nice oceanfront place with a king sized bed. We decided to taxi to the pound and had a wonderful meal and drank three bottles of wine. This on top of the fatty that we smoked on the beach before we left put us both in quite high spirits. We got back to the room and the moon was full and a beautiful night so we decided to go for a walk on the beach and smoke another joint.

We were walking when suddenly she took my hand and held it as we walked along the shore and it just felt like the most natural thing in the world. After a while she got chilly and we headed back to the room.

She went into the bathroom and got ready for bed and came out wearing a short blue camisole type of affair and she looked really fucking hott. I went in, brushed my teeth and put on a pair of silk boxers to sleep in. I came back into the room and she was lying in bed surfing TV channels. I laid down next to her and we just watched the tube until the wine and the weed took it's toll and we both fell asleep.

I woke up with a start and realized that she was moaning and softly saying my name and that was what had woken me up. The TV was still on showing just a test pattern, and without letting on that I was awake, I rolled over so that I was facing her. In the dim light from the TV, I could see that she had her hand down in her nether regions and was just going to town, rubbing her pussy. You all know me. Two seconds I was hard as a rock and just laid there listening. Only for a minute though. Strike while the iron is hott, right??

I pulled up the covers like I was just adjusting them in my sleep and slid underneath and over until my chin was on top of her hand with my tongue on her clit and away I went. Linda let out one little gasp of surprise and then took hold of my head, guiding me to where she wanted me to be. This had been coming for months so it was not that big a shock to either of us. I took her soaking wett hand and sucked each finger clean. I went to work in earnest and sucked her for all that I was worth, working two fingers inside of her until I found her G-spot and between my manipulations there and my mouth, had her coming in short order and was rewarded with some very tasty cunt honey.

I kept at it and gave her two more orgasms in short order and my cock was ready to burst. Suddenly she pushed me away, spun around and took my cock  in her hott mouth. I had envisioned this same scene many times but it was even better that I had dreamed. This girl was a world class cocksucker and it was like being in a vacuum tube. I did not last for more than a couple of minutes. I warned her that I was about to cumm and she just sucked all the harder. I started to shoot my load and I swear that she sucked it out of me. It was absolutely incredible. When I was finished she moved up to face me and we shared a very hott, very wett, cunt honey-cumm flavored kissing session.

I got up in a little bit and got two beers out of the cooler, popped the caps off and went back and laid down, handing one to her. It was a very long rest of the weekend that ended up not ending until Tuesday. This was the start of us together and from that point on we spent almost all of our free time with each other. In 20 years of marriage she had never been fisted or experienced anal sex and we took care of both of them in the next few weeks. It was great.

A month or so after this we had planned a camping trip with her girls. At the last minute, Tami the 16 year old had something come up and could not come so it was Tina, Linda and I.

We left at noon on Thursday and headed out to the mountains where we had camping reservations. We got there around four and had the camp set up and the cooking fire going by five. I grilled swordfish steaks on the fire and made some steamed shrimp. After dinner was done and the mess all cleaned up we just sat by the fire talking and enjoying the starlit night. We had a bottle of wine and allowed Tina to have some with us. Rather have her learn about drinking with us around. About 10 o'clock Tina was yawning and falling asleep so she went off to bed in the tent.

Linda and I sat for another hour or so, drank some more wine and smoked a joint, just holding hands and talking, enjoying the company. She started fooling around and I could tell that she was horny but did not see much chance of anything happening with her 14 year old in the tent with us. We finally called it a night and she went in to get ready for bed. I got a pair of boxers out and changed there in the dark. I crawled into the tent and Tina was laying on her side facing the tent wall and Linda had made a space in between the two of them for me. Talk about a thorn between two roses. Sounds like a sandwich to me. (Always seems to come back to food, huh?)

I laid down and got settled in. She had laid one large sleeping bag down for the three of us to lie on and then covered us with the other. We lay there for a few minutes when Linda reached for my hand. I thought that she wanted to go to sleep holding hands but she immediately pushed it under her over sized tee shirt into her hott, wett pussy. Not a problem. Except that I can only finger a pussy for so long until I have to get my face into it and get my favorite flavor. My one character defect. I think she counted on this cause she did not argue that her kid was there when I moved my torso down to eat her.

I started licking her slowly, trying not to make too much noise. She was fucking delicious as usual. This went on for a few minutes when I felt her hand pulling my now stiff cock out. Imagine my surprise when I felt a soft pair of lips wrap around the head of my cock and start gently sucking me. I am now pretty stoned and trying to wrap my brain around this cause she has not moved so unless she cut her torso off and set it down here this is not her mouth. I reached down to feel this head and realize that it has long hair. Linda keeps her hair pretty short for ease of getting ready for work in the morning and the only head that should be in this tent with long hair is.......DAMN!!!

Sure enough it is 14 year old Tina with my cock in her mouth and I have to say that for one so young that she is doing quite a respectable job of it. I continue to eat Linda's pussy trying to figure out what the hell is going on here. I mean I know what is going on here but what should I do about it? Do I play the indignant adult and make a scene or do I just continue enjoying what I am doing and continue enjoying what she is doing? She has taken more of me in her mouth and is slowly fucking me with her, what I must admit, is a very talented mouth. Linda solved the problem for me.

"How does it feel having your cock sucked by a 14 year old", she says to me. "Pretty fucking good as long as you are ok with it", I reply. She proceeds to tell me of how she came home one day early a few weeks before and caught Tina in her bed room, naked and spread eagle on her bed, one of Linda's vibrators in her pussy and a dildo in her mouth. I had been away on business for a couple of days and Linda said she was horny as fuck and this scene was too much for her lust addled brain. She had no will to stop her depraved thoughts or acts. She stripped down and climbed on the bed and got between her daughters spread legs and started sucking her off. That led to an all night incestuous lesbian fuck fest. Thank God that Tami was gone for the night.

Afterwards the two of them talked about what had happened and it came out that Tina was dying to suck a real cock. And my cock was the one that she had her heart set on. She had spied on us one night and the next day found her mom's stash of fuck toys. "This is all well and good but she is about to find out what it feels like to have a real cock shoot a load of cumm in her mouth", and with that I blasted off and shot my load down this hott little 14 year olds throat. Goddamn she is one fucking hott little cocksucker!!! I felt her throat muscles working and she managed to swallow every drop. Like mother like daughter.

This was just the beginning of a beautiful thing. Maybe I will write the next part tomorrow. Let me know what you think of it.

Inside Me: C09

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Inside Me

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I thought my heart was going to explode waiting for the pregnancy test to clear. Walking into that bathroom with the cup to pee in. I almost broke down there. I had no idea if I was pregnant or not and until then, I had pushed it into the back of my mind as an impossibility. Things change when you’re about to pee in a cup and be tested for a baby at fourteen. I regretted so much throwing that condom across the room. I wondered if it was still there.

And the questions. My sexual history. There was a secrecy code but it was still very hard to admit to her that I wasn’t a virgin anymore. She would find out soon enough. I did lie though on the date it happened, and I
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said it was only once.

Then she wanted to bring my mom in for the examination inside me, I guess for security measures, but for my own security, I begged against it. She brought in another doctor. And I couldn’t thank her enough afterwards considering what happened.

As she looked around and probed inside of me, out of the blue she asked me if I was being abused in anyway by anybody or if I had suspected anything while I slept. My last visit with her was when I had just turned fourteen and hadn’t hit my period yet; she had never asked me such a thing.

Then I couldn’t stop blushing in fear when she told me, after my true answer of no, that someone or something had sure done a bang up job down there recently. I tried acting as innocently curious as I could but I swore she saw right through me. She told me most of it had already healed and to just take it easy there. Also to not let whatever did it in the first place go near me again. I profaned her for that a few times in my head. It wasn’t Ean’s fault, it was all mine. Ean comforted me, held onto me, slept with me. I heard stories where the guy just keeps going or just waits a few minutes before continuing. Ean waited all night. And if he hadn’t woken up before me, I would have made myself renew my courage and do it again while he slept.

I was sure before I fell asleep that he would never try it with me again. I wanted to make plans to force it on him after he slept but I fell asleep too quickly.

I wasn’t pregnant. I got approved for the pills. My body though still shook with anxiety. That was the absolute most stressful doctor’s appointment I had ever had. Before she left the room to let me get dressed, I had to make sure to myself and asked her again if everything that had just happened would only go between me and her. She smiled and replied that only other doctor’s that deal with me would have access to the information, definitely not my mother though.

After the appointment, mom and I went shopping and I spent hours searching for and picking every bra I could find that would fit me. Mom even said since I was growing up, she would let me buy new panties too. She smiled curiously as a pile of increasingly revealing underwear began gathering.

After getting as many inappropriate styles as I could, I caught the most innocent girly looking panties of them all. They looked like a nine year olds or younger, but shamefully, they could fit me. White thin fabric that would cover everything and little pink and purple hearts all over them. They were cute, but I couldn’t imagine a teenager ever ever wearing them. But that’s why I just had to get them. I wanted to see Ean’s reaction so badly when he saw those on me.

Wednesday went by great as I told all the news to Montana. Then when I got home, Ean, mom, and I all went out to eat at a really good restaurant to see off mom. She had an early flight the next morning so I probably wouldn’t see her again after I went to bed.

I felt really guilty too. I knew I would miss mom a lot since she would be gone for so long, but at the same time, I was happy that she was leaving for such a long time. I so desperately wanted to sleep with Ean every night. Fall asleep in his arms and have him wake me up somehow with him already out of bed and dressed. I couldn’t wait.

I fell asleep in my bed alone that night knowing it would be the last.

Thursday, I was amazingly fidgety. Montana was too. She talked a little bit about Bentlee’s birthday but mostly we talked about Ean. I had admitted defeat with letting her meet Ean. But for some reason, I wasn’t taking it as hard as I thought.

Ean loved me. He said it and I could see it so much in his eyes every time he looked at me. Montana was such a great friend. She needed me just as much as I needed her. Even if Ean and Montana liked each other, they wouldn’t abandon me. They couldn’t. They needed me. I was defeated, but they couldn’t leave me behind. I wouldn’t let myself believe it. I lived with Ean and went to school with Montana.

Thursday was my last day alone with Ean for awhile. I had to do something special for him before us girls bombarded him with constant teases.

“Ean?” I asked lying on his bed next to him. Just lying. Both of us fully clothed over the covers. I found him there when I came home from school so I decided to join him. It was nice.

“What,” he replied thoughtfully.

“My friend and her younger sister, um, Crystal’s little sisters, they like you a lot. I mean, kinda like I like you; you know with the touching and maybe sex but I don’t think they’re really ready for sex, they just think they are. I was just wondering, because you seem a lot more open now since I’m here for you. Um, you’ve seen pictures of them and spoken to them on the phone once or twice. Do you think you might like them?” Deafening silence followed.

“I don’t know about the youngest one, Bentlee. Montana, your friend, I don’t know either.”

I didn’t like the sound of his second ‘I don’t know.’ “Montana’s a lot like Crystal, but she doesn’t have those problems. I was wondering if you still thought about Crystal. I don’t want you to use Montana as her replacement. She’s my friend.” I accidently almost started to sound defensive.

“Maeghan, it will take me a lot of time to get over Crystal completely, but don’t accuse me of trading her in for somebody else. Especially since you’re the only girl I’ve been close to since her. When you cried out that night that you wanted me to take advantage of you more, I wanted so badly to use you as a body to take what I had wanted to give to Crystal for so long. I wanted to stick my head into your soaked lap and fall asleep breathing you in. I wanted to spend one last night with her, one last night to show her all the potential her life could have had. All the pleasures that I could have given her myself.

“I wanted to take you that night and give you a baby. Give Crystal a baby deep inside her. Maybe then she would’ve stopped the drugs, calmed down and broke ties with her friends. I wanted to give her a new life. I wanted to get you, my sister, pregnant. Fill you with my cum over and over and over. I wouldn’t have cared if I damaged every nerve ending in my penis just as long as there was hope for a baby and a future.” Ean paused for a second and rolled to his side to stare at me.

“Maeghan, I didn’t want to stop touching you. I missed Crystal so incredibly much and she died because I agreed to wait on her. I never thought I would be able to meet a girl so amazing again. Then, then you, you begged me for more; you asked for everything I wanted to give her. So easily. If it didn’t click in my mind that you were my sister, I would have taken you right then and made you into Crystal.

“I was even so depraved and obsessed with it when I woke up early that morning, I hunted through the kitchen and bathrooms. I kept telling myself that we were only half related. I searched everywhere for birth control. I was obsessed. If I could get her pregnant, she would fix herself. If I could get you pregnant, you would never leave me. I don’t know what I would have done if I had found any, probably sabotage it, but when I didn’t, everything clicked back into place. You were my sister. I couldn’t believe I wanted to get you pregnant. I hated myself so much.”

I tried my best to hold back my facial expression as he told me that he couldn’t find my birth control. He just went on not noticing anything if I did show my discomfort.

“I replaced you with her for just one night and almost stole your virginity, made you pregnant, forced you into a situation you should never have to deal with. Crystal had to go and I vowed to never replace her. She’s a hole in me that will only be filled with time. I had a little sister. She wanted attention and help. There’s no doubt that Crystal’s memories played a good part in what I let happen between us after that, but those were just memories, knowledge from the past to apply toward the future.

“Crystal’s memories changed me in a way that I’m comfortable with. I will not reject them nor will I dwell on them. It’s like the feeling you get when you learn algebra for the first time in elementary school; X can equal anything, it has so much power and potential. It’s so intimidating at first but once you understand it, understand that it can do anything, then you realize that with it, you can do anything. You wonder how you ever managed before. I learned so much from Crystal from her life and in her death. I don’t want to go back to the way I was before.”

I was nearly in tears. I had never seen my brother go off like that. He looked so passionate. I could tell he spent so much time thinking about it all but it was as if he threw the whole thing together right then, just for me. It was just a tiny glimpse into his mind, a small picture of torn pieces of paper glued together roughly.

As I suspected, he wasn’t as tough inside as he was on the outside. He was sensitive and confused. And he had weird thoughts. Only he would think of a way to include algebra from elementary school into a speech about his dead girlfriend.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized realizing how much I had actually just insulted him. “It’s just that, well, Montana, I’m just afraid that you’ll like her. That you won’t want me anymore.”

From his position on his side looking down to me, he rolled over on top of me. He was heavy but it was nice. Not being able to move underneath his body made me feel safe and warm.

“I’ve never even met your friend. Why are you getting so upset over us two if I never even saw her?” he asked while taking a firm hold of me.

“Because, I’m your sister; I just know it. You said you trusted me, that your body was telling you to trust me. I don’t know why, but, I think it’s because of her. Without me, you would never meet her.”

“Maeghan, without you, I would still be depressed. I would be mourning over Crystal. I wouldn’t be the happiest person I’ve ever been right now with you in my arms. You freed me and I will never forget that. I will always love you. If you think Montana is ever going to steal me away from you then I promise you right now, I promise you, I will include you in everything I possibly can with her and me.”

“Even sex,” I cried sarcastically. It was the only thing on my mind. Him and her having sex. I was his first and I wanted to be his only. Even if we still talked and were the greatest of friends, I wouldn’t feel like Ean loved me if he didn’t want to have sex with me. That was the ultimate thing; would he still want to touch my body, cum inside me, kiss my lips. That would be the defining factor between a close brother/sister relationship and two lovers.

Ean almost chuckled. “Yes, I will make sure you’re right there and involved the first time we have, if we have sex and you really want it. I don’t think your friend would go for that though so you might get your wish in keeping us apart.”

“I don’t know about that,” I blushed. I could feel the organ between his legs grow into mine. I hoped it was from him thinking about me.

It was making me increasingly uneasy though how much he didn’t deny Montana. I was trying my hardest to tell him that I wanted to give him anything to make him happy, even if it wasn’t me, and he so willingly was accepting it. He let me talk about Montana and him and he didn’t deny that it could happen. It was almost as if he knew it could or he wanted it to. There had to be more between them than they were telling me. Why did Ean seem almost happy for my acceptance of her? Why did Montana almost literally beg me to take her to him?

Ean pushed up a little and ran his fingers into my belly and under the hem of my pants. I could feel him sliding down my panties between my legs.

“Oooh, silky,” he said smiling.

“Mom took me shopping.” I grabbed at my shirt and pulled it up my body and over my head. He just stared down at me in one of my new bras. It was red and covered so much less than my training bras.

“Mom bought that for you,” he gulped. He pulled his hand from my pants and fumbled to take them off. Pulling them from my legs, a matching pair of panties bestowed his acute vision. “I admit, they do look good on you, little sis,” he smirked, “but you look so much better without them.”

For a second I thought he preferred me in my old underwear but then he quickly pulled at my panties to remove them. Then I realized that he just liked me a lot better when I was completely naked. I felt my shoes fall from my feet followed by the tugging and removal of my socks.

He came back up above me and reached around my back to undo my bra. He fumbled with it for a few seconds before figuring it out and then pulled it off. I felt so small and vulnerable below him as he removed my last piece of clothing. He was my lover but for some reason, I wanted to see him as my big brother. My big brother took all my clothes off me. He was staring at my naked body.

Ean’s shirt flew from his body so fast before his hands were removing his pants and boxers. He was hard, and from his speed, he was really in the mood. My mind absorbed every movement from him and within seconds, he was hovering over me naked.

His giant object penetrated my tiny body. I rolled my eyes feeling him enter me. I could feel him touch all my surrounding organs. He reached his deepest inside me faster than I had expected. He seemed to be in a hurry.

“Maeghan, the more I think about you every night, all those nights mom was here, I laid in bed wanting to sneak in your room so bad and molest you. I wanted to jack off so much but I felt I would be cheating on you. I don’t know what you did to me but my mind is exploding in so many thoughts that I don’t know how to figure out. I feel like what everybody else looks like; stupid and confused. Walking around doing whatever to get the day past. The only thing I know for sure is what I feel toward you.” He smiled hugely toward me as he started slowly moving out of me to push back in.

“Maeghan, I love you. I want to make you so happy every single day. I love you so much. I want to drive you into orgasm after orgasm. I want to drive your unconscious body into orgasms when you’ve had too much. I wanted to explode on you this weekend with all my love. I don’t know how I’m going to survive with your friends over. I like Montana. I’ve talked to her several times on the phone and she is amazing. But I love you. I don’t want her here while I want to spend every waking and sleeping second with you.”

“Ean,” I cooed, “I trust you. If you can’t hold it this weekend, let it out.” I wanted to be his support system and everything to him, but I didn’t want to be the person holding him back from what he truly wanted; I didn’t want to be the person that kept him from achieving his potential. “I trust you Ean. Besides you could cum in those girls hair and they would worship you for it.” I laughed to myself as the image of Bentlee popped into my mind, ‘Club Ean!’

“This will be the only place I’ll be cumming,” he moaned as he pushed the palm of his hand below my belly where his penis was pounding in and out below.

He did something, I didn’t know what, but with his pressure right there, all the sensation in my body flared. Never had I felt something like that. It was amazing. But he was going to cum in me. I wasn’t on the pill yet and it was coming even closer to my fertile point.

“No Ean,” I said panting for air. He looked up and looked about to stop and move away. “Stay just like that, the pressure there feels so good,” I pleaded while staring at his hand. Then I looked back up to his eyes. I didn’t really want it to happen but I couldn’t think of another way, not of one that wouldn’t make him suspicious or annoyed. “Keep going. Just when you’re about to do it, inside me, pull out. I want to suck it then, taste it.”

Ean looked incredibly pleased with me. I wasn’t sure of myself though. I thought about it before, sucking on his thing. I wanted to try it though at my own pace, just for a little while. Now I got myself into sucking it as it squirted cum into my throat. I was a bit scared. Not to mention, I would have that same thing in my mouth that was currently inside my vagina.

Oh my goodness, it felt so great. I couldn’t think about one thing for more than a few seconds with his hand pressing there. He was driving into me harder and harder. I thrust my hips up into his hand trying to hump both his penis and his palm harder. It was so damn amazing.

“I’m going to cum soon. I’ll pull out here real quick. Be ready.”

No, I was coming so close. I would orgasm so soon. I couldn’t hold much longer but if I told him to wait, just wait for me to finish, I knew I would finish to feeling his hot liquid deep down there. I had to be super careful now. The more I thought about it, the scarier it got on the realization that he could actually make me pregnant. He trusted me and would never forgive me if I got pregnant.

My eyes were flickering in and out. I could see Ean was about to explode and was getting scared he might not pull out. I had to trust him though. I was coming so close to losing it and couldn’t react to anything.

In one long slurp, I felt my brother leave me completely empty seconds before my orgasm. It was the worst feeling in the world. I didn’t care about pregnancy at that point anymore. I wanted him back inside. I wanted him cumming deep into my body. I wanted him inside my womb. But he was gone. I was about to slowly die out from the most amazing feeling ever.

My hand immediately thrust down into my gaping hole. My clitoris rolled between my fingers as my ass arched into the air. I had to finish it. I felt a massive warm, wet object enter my panting mouth. In my heated battle to just get everything over with, I closed my mouth around it and began sucking as hard as I could.

My tongue swirled around it once, twice. It tasted weird. I was eating my own vaginal liquid. Ean was pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I was on the brink of orgasm. Then Ean’s penis grew. It got bigger all of a sudden.

Bam. Cum started pouring into my mouth. I didn’t know what to do.

Boom. I lost it. My body went into a full-fledged orgasm.

Cum was shooting into my throat as I choked and my entire body writhed in orgasm. It was all very powerful but it was really weird. I was scared out of my mind because I was suffocating and gagging for air while my body flopped like a fish out of water on my brother’s bed.

I felt Ean’s hands grip the side of my face. He was groaning loud, squeezing my head. My mind was out of it. I had no clue what was happening to me, let alone around me. I only waited to pass out. I was coughing and choking and writhing. I couldn’t move my mouth though. I didn’t know why.

Why wasn’t Ean pulling out of my mouth? His cum stopped pounding into the back of my throat; why was his penis still lodged inside me? I needed to breathe. My jaw. It wouldn’t move. What was happening to me?

I starting coming back from where ever I had been. I was on my side. I could feel the liquid pour from my mouth around Ean’s penis, onto my cheek and drip off. Then, all of a sudden, my jaw started loosening. I felt it and immediately realized why Ean’s penis was still in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to cry so hard. My muscle must have cramped. What did I do to Ean?

I could see again. Ean’s penis slipped from my mouth easily and he backed away from me out of sight. I was out of breath on his pillow, panting as all his cum poured from my mouth. I was naked and alone. What did I do? My jaw was aching so bad.

I forced myself to push up. I didn’t want to spit on his pillow so licked my lips and tried to swallow what was in my mouth. It didn’t taste bad. It was different that what I usually ate, but I could live with it. I doubted though Ean would ever let me near him again.

He wasn’t in the room. I pushed myself off his bed and headed for the bathroom. He was there, standing before the mirror holding his penis not sure what to do.

“I’m so sorry Ean. Please, I’ll do anything to make it up. How bad is it? I’m so sorry.” I begged and cried as I walked in on him. My face had to be soaked in my tears. I must have looked so pathetic, my naked fourteen year old body crying and begging for forgiveness.

“It wasn’t that hard. It felt like you were fighting it the whole time, trying to open up but you just couldn’t. It’s not bleeding and it doesn’t even look bruised. I think I was just scared more than anything. And you. You looked like you were dying. You couldn’t breathe and your body was thrashing around. I had to turn you over so it would pour out of you and you could breathe.”

Ean turned toward me and pulled me into his arms. “I was so scared that I, I… I’m so happy your okay. But I can’t forgive myself for leaving you there when I saw it. When I saw you coming to. I left you because I was scared for myself.” He was hugging me tighter and tighter. “I’m so sorry Maeghan.”

I didn’t know what to say. I just wanted the whole thing behind us. I messed up, he felt like he messed up. “Ean, I think you’re going to have to wash your pillow now.” The side of my face felt his chest bounce in a single laugh.

I was naked. Ean was naked. He was hugging me so tight. He was so warm. I loved that feeling. His body was so much bigger than mine and after what just happened, he was hugging me, begging for me to feel better. I loved him so much. I felt so special with him. I was the only one with him. I was his toy, his most favorite toy. He would never let anything happen to me. He would never let someone else try to steal me away. He would rise over anyone that tried to make fun of us for playing. My big brother. The guy that made me feel more alive in the past two weeks than I had collectively in my entire life. I loved him so much.

“Ean?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Can we stay like this for the rest of the day?”

“Just hugging, the whole day?”

I giggled. “No, naked, natural, vulnerable. It’s scary but because you’re with me, it’s ok. The contradiction makes me feel so alive.”

“Alive,” he whispered. I couldn’t tell if his tone was more questioned or curious. I looked up to his face. He looked so deep in thought. That look made him appear so strong, so masculine, so smart, everything, it worked for him perfectly, it was him. But was it for Crystal? She wasn’t alive.

“I’m sorry Ean; I didn’t mean it like that.” He looked down to me questioningly.

“Like what?”

“You’re thinking about Crystal,” I said meekly.

“Yeah, but, I told you about her. She’s the past. You’re the future. She’s a database of billions of thoughts and memories. You’re a void of the most amazing possibilities. She drown herself in that stuff so I could have a chance with you. I want to thank her so much for everything she’s given me. Because of her, I can make you feel alive. I want to make everyone feel alive; because of her. And she, she gave me everything I needed to know how to do it.

“Maeghan, everything in me says that you’re the next piece. You’re the next step in my life. You’re the biggest step, the one that will never leave me. Damn it. I make you feel alive; you have no idea what you make me feel. You have no idea how much power you have over me. My little sister can make me do anything with a single word; you have no idea how alive that makes me feel.”

He dropped down to his knees keeping me still tight in his arms. “If we were allowed, I would make you my lover forever. I would give my vows to you. But all I can do is promise you this. I promise on my life, I promise with everything I am, I will never leave you. If another girl comes along, she’ll have to recognize that she is not the only one. She’ll have to accept that if she wants me, she’ll have to have you too.”

“Idiot,” I cried into his hair, “you’re supposed to tell me that there will never be another girl.”

“I’m so sorry Maeghan,” he was almost crying, “I love you so much, but for some reason, it’s different. You’re my little sister. I’ve tried so hard but there’s still a hole. You’re still so young, you’ll understand later. You have to trust me on that. But I know you too will find a hole in you that I can never fill.”

I trusted him so much but I didn’t want to hear it. He was never wrong, even if he was then. He filled me everywhere. He was everything to me. He was, he was, he was, the first one. Just because he was the first guy to give me everything I wanted, just because of that, it didn’t mean anything. Just because he was my brother. Just because when he came to me, I wanted to die and throw everything I had to the first guy that would show the slightest interest in me. Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but Ean pulled it all out of me. He knew how to work me perfectly. He was the only one for me. But I trusted him.

“You could at least lie to me,” I cried.

“You’re too strong for that. What kind of brother would I be if I taught you that love is kept alive with lies? I love you too much for that.”

That big strong brother of mine that was so recently engulfing my body now had his face in my chest, my bare chest. The hot moist air from his mouth beat into my skin. He was holding me still so firmly. I felt equal to him. I wasn’t the little girl I always loved seeing myself as under him; I was powerful like him. I felt responsible. I didn’t want to; I wanted to stay a little girl forever, his little sister. But I was Maeghan. I was Ean’s sister. The sister of Ean. What else would someone expect from me?

“Let’s take a shower, together. I want to tend to your wound,” I said.

“Yes mommy.” The sarcasm in his raising voice was humorous. “Just please, please don’t kiss it this time.” I laughed.

“Ok honey, but the next time it comes down to it, be a good little boy and don’t put things in mommy’s mouth when she’s in an orgasm.”

Ean’s grip loosened around me. One of his hands dropped and gripped my butt cheek. Yes, butt cheek, just one. His fingers rubbed and pushed into my butt crack, right there at my butt hole. My buns tensed.

I was going to wash my man. He was going to wash me. I was so happy, but that’s just one memory I prefer to keep to myself. It was nothing sexual, there was a lot of teasing and little playful fights in the raining water with soap everywhere, but, but it just felt so amazing. I never wanted it to end. I felt alive. Ean smiled so much at me. I never saw him smile so much. I never saw him smile like that. Yeah, that memory, I’ll keep to myself.
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Sex Poker

schaeferboom12 on Teen Stories

Here's the story, There's Me, my brother David, my sister Leslie, and my friend Christie. I'm 16, David's 14, Leslie's 13, and Christie is 18. We invited Christie over cause we were bored.

"Are your parents home?" Christie said shifting her eyes

"No, not for the whole weekend." Leslie said confused

"Good, then let's play poker"

"What kind?" David asked

"Dare poker. Whoever wins the hand gets to make the person to their left do anything they want."

"Sounds fun. David, Leslie? You want to?"

"Why not"

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>We all sat around our families poker table excited.

"You guys ever played this before?"

Quick to replay was Leslie, "No, why?"

"This will be fun then"

Of course Christie won the first game and she told me to french kiss her. We made out for a full minute. The table was set up like this: David was on Leslie's left, She was on my left, and I was on Christie's left. Christie also won the 2nd game.

"Now it gets interesting. Branden, french your sister."

"What!? That's sick!"

"Don't you think I'm atractive Branden?"

With that I lunged in and locked lips with her. That lasted longer than a minute. She blushed and we resumed. This time Leslie won.

"David, eat me out. I'm horny and i need it to be released."

"I don't have a choice in this do I? Damn."

We played while David ate Leslie with passion. About mid-game Leslie hit her point and soaked David's face with juices. After that game I won. What a victory this would be.

"Leslie, suck my dick. And it is not optional"

Christie had this sly grin on her face and was enjoying this. So, Leslie had to kneel this one out. She was amazing for someone who just started. I warned her that I was gonna cum and she didn't let up. When I finally did cum she swallowed most of it and the rest ended up on her face. Christie licked it off and we continued. Christie won this time, shit.

"Branden, suck David's cock."

"I knew this would happen, but I hoped I wasn't the one who would have to suck."

I unzipped his pants and this 5 inch thing plopped out. I chuckled and started to suck. As they played on without warning, David came in my mouth. I gagged a bit and eventually swallowed it. I sat back in my chair and by that time Christie had won again.

"How often do you play? This is rediculous."

"Enough to whoop you guys. Now, Branden, fuck David's ass like there is no tomorrow."

David almost started to cry as I grabbed the lube. I lubed up and in all 8 inches went. He clenched his fists and acted like it was no big deal. After about 6 minutes of pleasure I came in his ass for punishment of not warning me when I blew him. Leslie won this game.

"Alright," Christie said," one more game after this."

Leslie also had the option of doing anything to anyone as long as she did it. She got down on her knees and started sucking my dick. I was in heaven again. She took her time this go around. She let my cum go in her hair, eye, and all over her face. What a shock Christie won, again. This time she pulled me up and ripped my pants off as well as hers. I stripped without questioning as did she. She layed me down and straddled me.

"Wow, that's something. Can we fuck too, Branden?" Leslie persisted.

"Yes, as soon as I cum in her pussy, o god this is amazing."

With on last bounce I came all in Christie's cunt. After 3 minutes of rest Leslie climbs on top of me.

I will write a sequal if enough people write me

The girls

SSPAdmins on Teen Stories

David woke up when the car hit a bump. He groaned and rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. All he could see was green hill sides so he guessed they were almost there.
    
His mom had told him he was going to be staying at her best friends house in the country again. The last time he had been there was when he was 13.  Now at 15 David had begged her to take him with them but they couldn’t. His mother and father were starting a new project over seas and wouldn’t have much time for anything else.
    
His mother looked back at him and smiled. “We’re almost there. Lisa and Megan are going to be excited to see you again.” David rolled his eyes and looked out

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the window again.
    
After a few moments they pulled up to a big house and they got out. David grabbed his suit cases and they started for the front door when it opened. Out stepped Mrs. Dears and her two daughters, Lisa and Megan. The last time he had seen them was when they were little. The twins had grown up,  and at 14 each girl had large breasts. Lisa kept her hair shoulder length while Megan let hers grow to the middle of her back.

Mrs. Dears and David’s mother hugged and talked for a few moments. She then gave him a hug while his father told him to behave for Mrs. Dears. Then him and David’s mother got in the car and drove off.
    
“Well why don’t we show you where your room is.” Mrs. Dears said then lead David into the house and showed him around, Lisa and Megan following. “This is the room where you’ll be staying. Hope you like it.” then her and her daughters walked off, leaving David alone.

David entered and tossed his suitcase onto the bed and began to unpack his stuff. After he had finished unpacking he laid down on the bed and fell asleep.

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David woke up to someone knocking on his door. He looked out the window and saw that it was dark. He rubbed his eyes. “Come in.” He said then sat up as Megan entered. She looked beautiful in her silk night clothes.
    
“I can’t sleep David. I’ve been having these bad dreams.” she said sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking at him. “What kind of dreams Megan?” she blushed and shook her head. “You’d think I’m silly or something.” David moved closer to her, sitting on the edge of the bed as well and looked at her.  “You can tell me.”
    
Megan took a deep breath and nodded. “I dream about having sex, getting raped by someone. I wake up wet a lot.” David smiled. “ I take it you’re a virgin?” she blushed and nodded. She laid her head on his shoulder and grabbed his hand and held it.

“I’ve always liked you. Every time we talk on the phone I get wet. In a lot of my dreams you’re the one having sex with me.” she said blushing again. “Do you now?” David said then leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss lasted for a moment, Megan’s breath was taken away. She moved closer to him, pressing her body against his. “Take me, David. I want you to take my virginity.” she breathed out against his neck.

 

David smiled and started to kiss her again, his hand moving to her panty clad nether lips. She moaned into the kiss and started to remove her panties. David slipped her night gown off her and tossed it onto the floor then took his shirt off.

Once they were both undressed David laid her down on the bed and started to kiss her neck as her hands groped at his manhood. He let out a moan as her hands guided his cock into her warm pussy lips. He kept getting deeper till he encountered her hymen. She nodded her head and David pushed his cock past it, a cry of pain coming from her mouth.

“Are you ok?” He asked, concerned that he had hurt her. She shook her hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs going around her waist pushing his cock deeper into her pussy. “Fuck me.” She breathed out.

David started a to fuck her pussy slow, entering and almost leaving. “Harder!” She screamed out. David grinned and started to fuck her pussy hard, just like she told him to.

She ached her back as his cock drove into her pussy. To stop her self from screaming she bit his neck, not hard just to let him know he felt very good! “Oh god!” She said, her mouth leaving his neck. Her muscles contracted around his cock and she had her first orgasm.

David couldn’t hold out and his climax hit at the same time, his seed shooting into her pussy while he groaned. David pulled out, which caused Megan to whimper. She pulled the covers over them and they both fell asleep.
 

 

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I fuck Daughter

Camilo on Incest Stories

I’m a 36 year old man, divorced, single, stressful job, and find it delightful to have sex with my 15-year-old daughter, call her Candy.

It all started when she was thirteen. It was a Saturday and had the day off from work. I hadn’t seen Candy for over a year and I felt okay with that since we weren’t close. Yet.

That day, however, the ex-wife decided to drop her off at my place. At first, I was frustrated about the idea. I had already planned a relaxing evening. Then she kno

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cked on my door. I opened it, and instead of seeing a little girl, I saw a little girl who had filled-out. I was so amazed. She had straight brown hair that stopped at her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel and her skin a nice Olive tone. Her lips glossy pink and pouty. Her body was delectable and youthful. Her breast, through the white blouse, looked small but very perky. Her tight jeans revealed a very curvy set of legs. Not skinny at all but not too thick. Very athletic.

“Hi Daddy.” She said. I sensed her tone a bit… seductive.

“Hi Candy.” I said gulping, “Come in. Make yourself comfortable”

She walked in. As I closed the door I couldn’t help but check her out as she walked into the living area. She had the best bubble butt I had ever seen. I felt horny and hard.

After some small talk and catching up, I suggested we watch a movie. She agreed.

So I turned off the lights and started the film. Candy sitting right next to me. Hip to hip. I was afraid she might see me bulking up in my pants from feeling her so close.

About fifteen minutes into the movie, it happened. She looked up at me and I looked at her glossy eyes. Her lips so wet and inviting. I wrapped my hand around her little shoulders and pulled her closer. Her hand suddenly rested on my lap, and I felt her touch my huge cock.

At first, I thought she would be disgusted. But instead, she began to caress it.

“Do you love me now, Daddy?” She asked seductively. Her warm minty breath hitting my chin. My cock got bigger as she stroked it faster through my pants. She felt that and began unzipping them.

I leaned and began to kiss her little mouth. Our wet tongues caressing as she pulled my pants down and I began to unbutton her blouse. I felt her small hand wrap around my huge cock and she began jacking it off.

Feeling so horny, I ripped her blouse off of her and ripped her little training bra in two. I looked down to see her beautiful teenaged breast swelling as I cupped them and massaged them.

“I love your rough hands.” She whispered.

I began to put my fingers in her mouth and she began to lick them with her warm wet tongue.

I started to unzip her jeans and then pulled them off along with her wet undies. Her legs thighs were smooth, and milky. Her pussy was hairless, and not from shaving, her hair just hadn’t grown there yet. When I began massaging her tight little pussy, my daughter let out a squeal of both pain and tons of pleasure.

“Are you a virgin for Daddy?” I asked her.

“Yes Daddy.” She whispered.

I then began fingering her. She let out more squeals and began ejaculating my cock faster than before.

“Oh yes baby.” I said, feeling so much pleasure I felt like exploding. “Lick baby girl.”

I laid back across the couch and carried her little body on top of me. “Now turn around baby,” I instructed, “We’re going to 69 each other.”

She turned around so that her little pussy was on my face. I felt my the tip of my cock go into her warm mouth. It FELT SO GOOD! As her little tongue began licking at it.

In return I began to lick her pussy lip and suck and bite at it. Gentle at first, the more aggressively.

“Ah!” she shrieked with my penis in her mouth. Then I began sticking my tongue inside her pussy and fingering her tiny asshole. Her pussy began to squirt her love juice out on my tongue.

Feeling like I was going to explode, I said, “All the way in baby!” I didn’t realized I was breathing so hard ‘til I said that.

My brave girl, feeling my anguish of pleasure and despite my fingering and licking of her pussy and asshole, she swallowed my whole cock. I felt it go down her tight throat.

“Oh baby!” I said as I began to fuck her mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ good!” I said in between breaths.

And then, I felt it. Inside my daughter’s mouth, my cum shot down her throat. I began to pull out, and when I did, my daughter began licking the tip of my penis as she caught her breath, letting my cum hit her face. I couldn’t believe she hadn’t choked.

I was so tired already, but she kept licking it. Then she began to rub her wet pussy on my face.

“Keep licking me Daddy, I like to cum.” She said in her childish voice. “Feels soooo good!”

I began licking her again. And I began to feel my cock get harder again.

“Ooh Daddy.” She said, “Wanna fuck me?”

I then spanked her juicy ass. “You’re bad little girl.”

She giggled, so I spanked her again and then pulled her off me aggressively and threw her on the carpeted floor.

“Are you gonna punish me?” She asked spreading her legs and pulling her knees up to her ears. I admired her little pussy opening up like a flower with all the nectar still oozing out.

I jumped on top of her and began kissing her and groping at her like an animal.

“Oh Daddy! Punish me! That means you love me!” She screamed as I poked at her pussy with my cock. It was so tight down there, that I had to help my cock get in by spreading her pussy wider with one finger.

“Ahhh! Daddy!” She screamed in pain and pleasure.

It was so warm inside her, so tight, that when I started pushing harder, I felt things break. Her knees bend around my shoulders and I began to fuck her hard. She screamed and squeezed her eyes shut but that only added to the pleasure. I began fingering her ass again. I pulled out of her pussy and shoved my cock up her ass. She screamed some more. Her asshole was tighter than her pussy! And that made my cock harder.

I pulled off her fucked little ass and went back into her pussy. I fucked her harder… Harder… Harder… HARDER!

“Ahhhhh! Daddy! I love you! Ah!.” She screamed and squealed.

Finally, I began to cum inside her. Everytime it squirt she would go softly “Ah… Ah… Ah.”

Then I pulled out. And it was over. Our first time. We both laid there catching our breath.

“I love you Daddy.” She said “Do you love me?

“I always have.” I said, “But now more.”

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Inside Me: C08

enchrine on Incest Stories

Inside Me

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After a lot of begging with mom to let Montana and her little sister stay over the Labor Day weekend, she finally gave me the go ahead to get permission from Ean.

I didn’t really know why I begged my mom so hard. Montana would help get Ean’s stuff out of me either way and I really didn’t want the two of them meeting each other. But some part of me did. Ean knew I was friends with her than. I couldn’t keep them apart forever. My absolute biggest fear was having predicted right how well they would get along.

Ean really did like Crystal a lot, I never saw them together but I could feel that he liked her from the way he talked about her to me over the phone when they we
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re dating. She was almost perfect for him. Almost. Ean was trying everything on her. He was just too late. She was already damaged goods. Montana. If, and I hoped everything against it, if he took to Montana – she was still young. Untarnished. The only hope of me believing that Ean would think of her as too young went out the door with my virginity.

Ean said I was young, but I pushed him. I told him that age was nothing. He knew it already but I did my absolute best to reinforce it. Whatever barrier he had left crumbled as I dropped my body onto his penis.

Math class Monday wasn’t really the place to talk about cleaning out my vagina so we refrained until lunch. That was when I learned about a douche. I was getting pretty scared as she talked about it but she said she had done it once before. I didn’t know though. Sticking a tube that far up into me and squirting water to flush out my brother’s cum.

First of all, I didn’t want anything inside me except my brother and his cum. That carried over into the second of all, I felt guilty washing him out of me. Montana said that there wouldn’t be much left anyways, but probably enough to send of a red flag to a gynecologist.

The conversation carried over from lunch where I walked with her to the middle school. It was about a fifteen minute walk.

“Yeah, mom usually douches when she’s on her period and dad is in one of his happy moods.”

“Is, is that the one I’m using?” I asked a little scared and disgusted.

“No, I found hers and asked what it was and for some reason she bought me one. You’ll use that. I only used it once and I was clean to start with. I just wanted to see what it was like.”

I smiled awkwardly. For some reason, I was comforted that I was going to use her douche. At least more so than using her mom’s.

We reached my old middle school just as masses of kids began funneling out. They all looked so young to me. I guess being around high school people all day made me expect all kids my age to look like that. Even though I was just barely out of that middle school.

A young girl came running up to us. I put the excitement in her face and somewhat familiar characteristics into what was most probably Montana’s sister.

“Is this her, his sister?” she jittered in an almost annoying little girly voice. I had to blush a bit from the attention though.

“Yes Bentlee.”

“You’re really pretty,” she told me. That must have turned my face a deep shade of red. “I can see why your brother likes you so much.” She just wouldn’t stop. Blood was pouring into my face.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Montana said as if it just popped into her mind, “Bentlee was in the room with me the last time I called. You know, when I had to yell at you.”

The little girl was beaming at me as I tried looking away. I wished so much she wasn’t there right then.

“Don’t worry,” Montana said looking at my undoubtedly purple face, “she’s part of the club too.”

“What club?” I asked not really wanting to know.

“Club Ean!” Bentlee almost shouted. It was the most uncomfortable situation I had been in in a long time. It was incredibly embarrassing but at the same time, it made me feel really special. I was Ean’s sister. I felt so popular. At least with them.

Montana must have seen my extreme discomfort and started leading the way to her home.

Bentlee stared at me the whole way to her house beaming with a bright smile. I wondered how much Montana had told her about Ean and I. Montana seemed to notice her little sister.

“Don’t mind her. She would give anything to be in your position. She liked Ean ever since he started dating Crystal but when she found out about you two, she got some crazy idea in her head that Ean likes all younger girls and now she thinks she has a chance with him.”

“I’m only one year younger than her,” Bentlee protested.

“Two years Bent, you’re only twelve,” her older sister scolded.

“Yeah, for only two more days,” she scoffed.

“Besides, you don’t have what it takes up here,” Montana said tapping her head.

I felt almost like a third wheel, but I knew that I was the whole focal point of the conversation. We arrived at their house and I had to shamefully realize that I was surprised at how well off they were. Montana’s appearance didn’t really project well what her house did.

They weren’t overly rich or anything, they were easily at my level. I guess though with Crystal, money would become a little tight. When dad died, he had insurance and workers compensation. That pretty much was putting and going to put Ean and I through college wherever we wanted.

We entered and went straight up to Montana’s room. Bentlee tried following but her sister pushed her back and closed the door.

“Does she know what we’re doing?” I asked embarrassed.

“Yeah, pretty much. But I don’t know why she wants to watch.” Montana got onto the floor and pulled out a box from under her bed. She opened it and pulled out something that almost looked like a weird baby’s rattle in a plastic bag. She pulled it from the bag and handed it to me. “This one is a bulb one or something; my mom has one with a giant bag on it and a long hose. She said this one was easier for beginners. Now we go to the bathroom.”

I followed Montana to her door and out of it as she opened it. Bentlee was almost hugging it. I really didn’t want to be the one holding the thing in my hand as she stared from it to my face. I hurriedly walked into the bathroom before Montana. She shut the door in her sister’s face and turned around to take the thing from me.

“I cleaned it before after I used it, but we should probably do it again.” She headed to the sink with it and turned the water on.”

“When did you use it?” I asked curiously.

“About a year ago,” she said while rubbing it down with soap and water. I stood there uncomfortably not knowing what to do. I watched her filling it up with water, then she handed it to me. “Ok, now I guess you lie in the bathtub and then put it in you. Then you gently squeeze until it’s all gone. You can probably use the bath faucet to fill it up with warm water and do that for a few times until you feel clean. I’ll be outside.”

I looked hard at the douche in my hands unsure of everything. I didn’t want to be alone in my new friend’s bathroom overflowing my vagina with water and spilling it out into her bathtub.

“Why, why did you only do it once?” I asked.

“Well, I looked it up online afterwards and apparently it can cause infections and possibly make you infertile.”

I immediately pushed the object back into her. “No, I’m not doing it then.”

“Calm down. That’s only a possibility if you do it a lot. This is just once. And you’re going to the gynecologist tomorrow so they will be the first to see if anything is wrong with you and fix you up before you even notice anything. It’s better than them finding your brother’s sperm in you.”

“No, I don’t trust myself. The last time I put something inside me on my own, I almost destroyed my insides. The first time I put something in me, I thought I broke my virginity and I did partly.”

“Well, do you want me to call Ean to come over and have him do it for you?”

I was getting scared and it was showing. I never knew putting a penis or even a hairbrush inside me could cause so much pain but it did when I tried on my own. I knew what that thing, that douche, could do if I put it inside me. No way. But I had to do it. That’s what was scaring the daylight from my face.

Montana was just looking at me oblivious of what to do. I had gotten the go ahead from my mom for her to spend the weekend at my house and I knew I could persuade Ean. She knew that too. She would want to help me anyway regardless of that.

“Well,” she started, “I’ve done it before so I have experience. I could do it again maybe, for you.”

My weakened neck sprung up for my eyes to face hers.

“I’ve seen my sister naked before and myself, so it’s nothing new. Just have to push and squeeze something inside you. I’ve done it to myself.”

I really didn’t want what was happening to me but it was the only way. It was a moment where I would put my trust in her to a test. Montana looked pretty uncomfortable with it too. I could so easily strip naked to my own brother as he stared at me emotionless but it was this hard for me to take my pants down in front of a girl friend who was as uncomfortable as me.

“Only, only if you really don’t mind. I don’t want to make you,” I said uneasily.

Montana looked up to me and smiled awkwardly. “I don’t mind. It’s what girl friends are for. Besides, your Ean’s sister; it’ll probably be the closest thing to seeing him down there you’ll ever let me get.”

I didn’t know whether to smile or grin. It didn’t make much sense to me how she figured that. Just because we were related. But it did make me feel special.

“Ok, you have to take you pants and underwear all the way off. Probably your socks too. I can refill it for you in the sink but your feet will still probably get wet when it runs out of you.”

“Can’t we do it on the toilet maybe?”

“Well, I did mine in the bathtub. If you did it on the toilet, I might not feel as confident.”

“Ok, bathtub than.”

Obviously, my shoes and socks were the first to go. Then, I came to my more revealing clothes. I lingered on my belt but soon that was unbuckled. I popped the button on my jeans and shyly unzipped the zipper revealing my panties to Montana.

She noticed me uncomfortably eyeing her I think and turned around. I pushed my thumbs under my panties and slid them down with my pants. I dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them. Montana turned back around and looked.

“Wow,” she said; then catching herself, she blushed.

“What?” I demanded. “Tell me, we’re friends, tell me.” Was there something wrong with me? What surprised her? She said she had seen herself and her sister naked before.

“Well, I just thought you naturally had smaller breasts. I didn’t know you were actually that young.”

I immediately looked down to my vagina. I had pubic hair, not a lot but it was there. I was fourteen though. I had seen the drawings in the health books; I was young compared to them. I pushed my hand over myself covering that region from her view.

“I’m just late, that’s all.” I was so embarrassed. I regretted it all already.

“Don’t be shy. Ean obviously loves you. Any girl in the world would be crazy not to want to be you. You have the Ean gene.”

She was seriously obsessed with my brother. “He’s only my half brother you know.”

“I’ve seen pictures of your dad; I know where it comes from.”

“Can we just hurry up,” I begged as I climbed into the bathtub. Montana walked over to me and got on her knees as I reclined back.

“Ok, just bend your knees a little bit and keep them open. And trust me, young really looks good on you.”

The last thing I wanted to be doing while opening my naked legs to another girl was blush, but Montana had apparently made that her goal. From there, it was mostly silent between us. I was trying my hardest not to panic and Montana was trying her hardest not to mess up.

Slowly, she pressed the tip of the plastic tube into my slit. She fumbled around a bit before pulling it back out.

“What’s wrong,” I choked.

“Nothing, just a little dry.” She reached up and grabbed a bottle of conditioner. Popping open the lid, she squeezed just a little bit onto her fingers. She closed it and set it off to the side. I watched her nervously as she coated the tube with a thin layer of the soap.

She wiped the rest from her fingers on the side of the bathtub and lowered the syringe back down between my legs. Slowly, she eased it in. It was almost gliding in. She turned her head to me and smile. Feeling how smoothly it rolled into me and how well things were going so far, I smiled back.

“Does Ean feel like this?” she asked.

“He’s much bigger, and warmer.” I could feel the base of the plastic syringe push into my slit.

“Here we go,” she said. All of a sudden, I felt myself fill up with warm water. I looked down to Montana’s fingers squeezing the rubber bubble just outside my vagina. I was lost in the feeling.

More and more water poured into me. Then I could feel it starting to pour out of me. The warm liquid ran out of my hole and down my butt crack. I could see a small stream running down to the drain. Montana pressed harder on the bubble and water began almost splashing out of me. I could hear it like a small river falling an inch to the ceramic floor.

I looked up to Montana who was staring intently at my privates. I didn’t know what to think of it. All her focus was on my vagina as it poured free the liquid she squeezed harder and harder into me. I watched her fingers meet as the water ran out of the bulb.

Slowly, she slipped it out of me staring at it. She watched intently as the entire length pulled from my vagina glistening with liquid. The tip popped out from me and she looked over to me looking at her face.

“Sorry,” she blushed, “I just never did it to another girl. Definitely not one as pretty as you.” My face burned in heat from that comment. I didn’t know for what reason though. Had I had my pants and underwear on, I would have taken it very innocently. But I didn’t have those on and I didn’t really know how to take it. “If you’re comfortable now, you can do it and I’ll just wait outside.” She looked truly flushed with embarrassment.

“No,” I said sympathetically with a little bit of curiosity in my voice, “you keep doing it. It’s just so new; I wouldn’t be comfortable by myself.”

“Ok.” She turned around quickly and headed to the sink. I looked down at the stream of liquid still dripping from me down toward the drain. It looked clean. Maybe a little bit of what could have been semen. It might have just been my mind wanting to see it though.

Montana came back and dropped to her knees. Again, she moved the plastic nozzle to my slit. Slowly, she pressed in. I watched her as she tried her best to look casual, not staring to intently at what was happening but not knowing where else to put her eyes. The base of the tube touched my lips and she began squeezing. This time, she started off harder.

The warm water flooded into me again and almost immediately began falling out. Montana began looking more and more uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to do for her. Our positions had switched somehow. I was the one so exposed yet she looked worse off than me. I guess maybe because she was the one right there. Her hand was an inch from my most sensitive flesh and one wrong move could put her in a very awkward situation.

I didn’t know what I would do if she touched me there. I guess I would have just accepted it as an accident. I couldn’t get mad at her. Not after what she was doing for me.

Montana filled it up two more times before we both became so uncomfortable that we agreed it was enough. She handed me a towel and I got up to dry and dress myself as she spent her time cleaning the thing off and out.

Montana opened the door and her little sister almost fell back into her feet. Bentlee had been sitting down with her back leaning against the door.

“Don’t you have a life,” Montana scowled to her.

“I thought you were coming out earlier, why were you in there so long, did you watch her do it or something?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“Did you see any of his stuff come out of her?”

I pushed at Montana to retreat to the privacy of her bedroom. I really did not want to be the subject of that conversation. Bentlee looked up to me beaming. Montana and I hurried into her room ignoring the rest of what she was saying.

As Montana walked over to her bed to put the thing back in its box, I struggled to think of something to say that would take our minds off of what just happened. She pushed the box back under her bed and turned to me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Bentlee anything about it.” She paused in thought real quick. “So, look around, what do you think I’ll need to bring to our slumber party.”

I smiled at the change of subject and started gazing around the room.

That whole day had ended well enough. I fell asleep that night with some very weird thoughts, but in all, I was very glad it was over and I was cleaned out and ready to face the gynecologist.

The next day at school was as repetitive and tedious as usual. I had my one friend though and that brightened up math class and lunch; although we didn’t really talk much that day. I went home that day to find Ean watching TV. My appointment was in an hour and mom didn’t pick me up for school.

“Maeghan,” Ean called as I tried sneaking back to mom’s room. I was so afraid that he was about to tell me that he was taking me to the appointment.

“What?” I asked a little worried.

“What’s this about a slumber party mom’s telling me I’m in charge of?”

“Umm, I keep forgetting to ask, but, is it alright if my friend and her sister come to stay this weekend? You know, we talked about it before.”

“I never said I was up for it.”

“Please Ean. I’ll do anything.” If he rejected me, Montana and her sister would kill me. I had told them I was taking care of everything, and all they needed to do was pack for it. “I know you’ll like Montana.” That was my trump card but unfortunately I had no idea how to use it right.

I was positive he would like Montana. I didn’t know if he knew that but I suspected he did. I really didn’t want him to like her though. But she was trusting me to keep her away from her aunt’s house.

“I guess I can do it, if you really don’t want the whole weekend alone with me.”

Damn him; making me choose between him and my only other friend.

“Trust me Ean, I’ll make alone time for just us if that’s what you want.” I smiled seductively innocent. He just grinned back.

I saw mom turn the corner down the hallway from her room and come toward me.

“Sorry honey, I lost all track of time.”

“Where you going?” Ean asked curiously as if he felt left out.

“Doctor’s appointment,” I said before mom could say anything.
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