Close Encounters on a Sunday Afternoon

My wife loves to tease, and I tease her back.

I push into her slowly, wanting to savor every inch of her, slowly, feeling her take me in, she swallows my cock and I am alive inside her.

The flesh to flesh contact with her completely arouses me.

A Saga of Family Fun

The Violation of My Stepmother and Stepsister

©Jack Evermore

The vulnerability of my stepmother aroused me first, a primitive biological urge hearkening back to the plains of the Great Rift Valley when our ancestors slept in trees and sowed their seed whenever and with whomever they could in the survival of the fittest or, in my case, the most voyeuristically surreptitious. Add the sibling rivalry of a brother with his stepsister and color it with the twisted desire of incest, a taboo so tempting that it is broken more often than any of us would like to think. In one glorious evening of lust and perversion over twenty-five years ago I crossed all the boundaries of propriety, first with my stepmother and then with my stepsister and have never returned.

My name is Mike, the same Mike married to Kate featured in the previous stories Soccer Mom Slut and Son of Soccer Mom. It’s time that I revealed secrets from my past in my own words. I love a good sex story and have many to tell, my sexual odyssey began with a fixation on sl**ping women, the tempting apple of repose, my stepmother being the Eve to my boyish Abel. She is the reason that I urged Kate to seduce my son Kyle. I wanted him to experience the twisted sexual thrill of it, and Kate, being the good slut she is, was more than ready to play her part.

My stepmother was twenty years older than me and closely resembled Linda Evans from the old Dynasty TV series. She had the same frosted blonde hair and full, svelte body. One evening, when my father was out of town and my stepsister, Julie, was supposedly spending the weekend with an aunt, my stepmother invited her best girlfriend over for a night of experimental cooking. They attempted to make Coq au Vin, having long admired Julia Child’s culinary skills on TV, but were more adept at mimicking her wine consumption. The result was an inedible mess of under-cooked chicken, bacon, and mushrooms and me having to drive her too-drunk friend home. When I returned I found my stepmother passed out at the kitchen table, unable to rouse her, I proceeded to carry/drag her limp body to her bed. I had my arms under hers and her head and torso leaning against my chest when I realized just how vulnerable she was. Being all of 18, it didn’t take much to get hard back then and by the time I got her to bed, the shape of my 7” cock was fully outlined by my blue jeans.

I looked down at her body and realized that I had a free play, like being in a dream and realizing that it’s a dream and one can do anything one pleases. I tried slapping her lightly and she muttered a few incoherent words, but her eyes never opened. “I’m going to take my cock out now, mom.” I said it as if I were speaking loud enough to be heard across a crowded room without reaction. Her body lay limp on the bed and I looked at her as if she were some exquisite Christmas present that I had spent a lifetime waiting for. I took my cock out and traced the line of her body without touching her like a dowser searching the ground for water.

“Look how hard you made me, mom.” I stripped and got up on the bed next to her. I removed her sandals, her toe nails were lacquered fire-engine red, a color that drew the first ooze of precum as I took her now naked feet and used them like tongs to play with my cock. Her soft soles and petite toes feeling better than I had imagined. “That’s it mom, toe my cock with your pretty feet.”

Every so often she would let out a little moan or babble a word or two that made no sense. My mother’s bed had a mirrored headboard adding to the perverted rush her pliant body was providing. It didn’t take long for my first orgasm. “Oh god, mom, I am going to cum all over your pretty feet. Jesus, mommy, cummmming so fucking hard!” I pressed her soles against my balls as I spewed my first hot wave of spunk over her perfect feet. My semen covered the space between her big toe and long toe and I took my cock head and pressed it between them as it twitched in the aftermath of orgasm, trying to calm it down a bit, but it only succeeded in keeping me hard as I pulled down her slacks and then her panties.

These were the days when women had full furry pussies and hers was a fragrant brown tuft that I leaned over and inhaled. I took her leopard print panties and wiped my cock clean feeling the silky smoothness of them and then rubbed my nose in them, like a wild bull using her scent to keep my swollen prick engorged, egging me on to violate her further.

“Mother, I want to eat you.” The instant of sex can do this to a man/boy, the genitals of an adult, the unrestrained id of a kid left alone in a candy store. I was dizzy with energy and fantasy, my stepmother a pliant sexual laboratory beneath me. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down the cups of her matching leopard print bra, freeing her ample breasts, taking the time to study her areolas and nipples up close. Taking my cock and probing the surface of each, over, under, side, and between. I pressed and slapped each nipple with the head of my dick, leaving glistening precum covering both and then ran it over her lips, trying to push into her mouth without success, but her lips were enough as I could feel the force in my ball sack pushing my sperm down its tight little vascular highway, moaning as it erupted from my mushroom head and covered her lips.

I was hungry for more. I spread her legs and knelt between them to lap away at the sweet brown hairy core of her, reveling in the tart, dank taste of her vulva and clit. I especially loved her clit, not knowing completely how it functioned, but finding that after a few deft licks it expanded to more than an inch, like a little cock for me to suckle. My stepmother was moaning regularly now and her hips began a subtle gyration. I wanted to feel her clit and pussy with my cock and positioned it at her pink entrance after posing her as if she were modeling for Cavalier, or High Society, two of my favorite gash mags back in the day. I could feel a growing accumulation of moisture as I edged my cock against that sweet pink morass of flesh.

“I want to fuck you, mommy, what do you think?” I asked as if I were asking permission to stay overnight at a friend’s house or to borrow the car, like the answer was always going to be yes. When you’re a pervert like me, the answer is always yes, but in this case her eyes remained closed, there was an involuntary smacking of her lips and I pushed in, fell in, dove in, oh the tight slick memory of it, my first fuck and it was my own stepmother. Even now as write these words I am hard at the memory of it. It only took three insanely quick thrusts and I came inside of her. I never thought about using a condom, even though I should have, she was only 38, but I was lucky.

I had come three times in less than an hour and she appeared to be in the same daze I had found her in. I took a Kleenex and wiped my cum from her lips and feet. I put her panties back on and pulled her bra back up over her beautiful cans and began devising a plan to get her drunk again as soon as possible. I tried to arrange her body on the bed as best I could and found myself getting hard for the fourth time so I went to her laundry basket and fished out a pair of dirty panties and returned to my room where I replayed the events step by step stroking my cock with the silk black fabric when my stepsister walked in.

She was a year older than me and I had always resented the way my father favored her, I was his flesh and blood, yet he gave her anything she wanted. I soon found out that his favoritism had a lot to do with her sucking his cock. She always pranced around the house in her bra and panties when our parents were out and, as much as I disliked her, there was no denying that she had a hot teen body. My resentment hadn’t kept me from jerry rigging one of those little door viewers through a vent between our bedrooms, the only shop project that I had ever completed to perfection. I would often stare at her as she lay naked on her bed using a little pocket rocket to get herself off as I stroked my meat, she writhing to a wet orgasm and me cumming into my hands.

“Don’t you knock, bitch?”

“I would have if I had known what a little perv you are.” She stared at my raging hard boner wrapped in her mother’s black silk panties.

“Fuck you, I’ve seen you with your little vibrator, so don’t act so high and mighty.”

“You peeping prick!” She walked up to the bed took a swing at me but I caught her hand and pulled her down on top of me.

“I’ll give you a fight, you stuck-up bitch!” I quickly flipped her over and was on top of her. I was naked with my stepmother’s panties still twisted around my cock. She struggled beneath me and her short skirt lifted above her bikini panties as I pinned her hands over her head.

“Get off me, you immature prick.” She tried bucking me off as if she were a wild horse, but I was too strong.

“Not until you give.”

“Never.”

“Then I guess we’re going to be here awhile.”

“I can’t wait to tell daddy what you’ve been up to.”

“As soon as I let him know his precious princess has a vibrator.”

“Maybe he already knows, douche bag.”

“No wonder you get anything you want.”

“That’s right, anything, including his cock.”

“You little fucking whore.” I acted without thinking, although upon reflection, my anger was really jealousy. I moved up so that my cock was dangling over her pert little mouth. “Suck this!” She easily could have bit into my dick and ruined me for life, but she began sucking, my first real blow job, and I suddenly realized exactly why she had barged into my room unannounced, she was horny and a pocket rocket wasn’t going to do it for her. She wanted the real thing and daddy was out of town.

“MMMMMM” She untangled her mother’s panties from my cock and began to lick and slurp, one hand stroking my cock, the other cupping my balls. My father had made her an expert in the nuance of cock-sucking.

“Suck my cock, Julie, suck it!” She eagerly complied as we bonded into a new distorted union of stepbrother and stepsister, consummating what had been the seething undertone of our relationship for the last six years, our snide remarks and put downs all little acts of sexual aggression that we had been dying to act upon.

“Fuck, going to cum.” I shoved my cock deep into her mouth making her gag.

“No you’re not!” She spit me out and squeezed my balls with one hand and twisted the tip of my boner with the other stopping my urge to climax in mid-eruption.

“Jesus Julie, what the fuck, afraid of a little cum in your mouth?”

“No, asshole, I want you to fuck me, don’t be such a selfish little prick.”

“It always has to be your way, doesn’t it?” I got up and was actually thinking about walking away, crazy huh? I stopped as she ripped her panties off and spread her athletic thighs.

“Really, Mike, you’re going to walk away from the tightest pussy you’ll ever have?” She lay there fingering her sopping wet snatch.

“You are some find of fucked-up bitch.” I said, as I returned to the bed and drove my cock into her.

“Shut-up and fuck me!” She slapped me hard and pulled my face down to kiss me and bit my lip.

“Fuck your brother!” I was lost in the haze of wet sexual union, trembling as I pumped into her and feeling her respond to every move I made.

“That’s it, fuck me hard, make me your bitch.” She dug into my back with her nails, the pain making me fuck her harder as if I were trying to slice through her with my cock as a weapon.

“God, Julie, fucking you, fucking my whore sister.”

“Give it to me, Mike, give me your spunk.” She twisted my nipples hard.

“Wait, no rubber.” I was about to explode, but this time the thought of making a baby stopped me.

“Do you think I’d let your dweeb cock inside of me if I weren’t on the pill? You’re such a dork, Michael.” She laughed and wrapped her legs around my torso.

“Now fuck me!”

Our foreheads merged, her eyelashes weaved through mine, our tongues stretched out to meet, I plunged into her as deeply as I could and kept my cock there as she tightened and relaxed her pussy around it.

“Oh fuck, Julie, going to…”

“Cum in me Michael, cum in your sister’s pussy.”

“Oh god, fucking cummmmmmiinnngg…” I held her. She screamed into my chest. My heart pounded and I gasped for breath kissing her at the same time. She lay there with me for another hour in silence and left wordlessly.

The next morning my stepmother sat holding her head at the kitchen table sipping her coffee. Julie sat across from her in the same bra and panties she had on the night before spooning yogurt. I entered the room naked. “I think it it’s time we got some issues straightened out.” I said. They looked up at me and smiled.

Damn you have one hot wife. I wouldn't mind tasting that delicious looking pussy of hers. Have you ever had a man lick your wife's pussy while you've been fucking her?

Would love to have that experience.

I love the way she teases me with her pussy until neither of us...

I love the way she teases me with her pussy until neither of us can take anymore and she takes my cock and rubs the tip of it against her swelling clit.

Another Mother/Son Fantasy

Mother, May I

“Sorry, Mrs. K, er, ah, I was looking for Joe.”

She was my best friend’s mother and I came across her tanning, stomach down with the her two piece top straps undone. Their yard was surrounded by a seven foot tall wooden fence. I always came around the back and knocked on Joe’s bedroom window.

“No need to be so shy, Jack. I used to change your diapers.”

And she had, being my mom’s best friend since moving to our little cul-de-sac heaven, three split-level ranch homes, the architectural embodiment of the sixties. Her house was the western most, mine was the eastern most, and the Rippington’s sat in-between.

“Is Joe home?” I looked up and around, anywhere but down in her direction. She was a second generation Italian beauty with olive skin and a stout fleshy body. I felt my face turning flush as I tried to bury thoughts of her naked. If she only knew how many times I had masturbated to her squat, lithe vision.

“So you only like me when I make spinach ravioli?” She craned her head up from her chaise lounge, careful to ensure her untied top stayed put and put her glasses on.

” You know I love your cooking, Mrs. K.” I have spent a lifetime trying to find an Italian restaurant to match the culinary magnificence of her spinach ravioli. She made everything from scratch, part of the last generation of stay-at-home moms, and my teen-aged cock longed to find its way home between her fecund thighs.

“Maybe you could help me make the sauce and pasta one of these days before you run off to college.”

“Gee, Mrs. K, I don’t know, sounds like something my sister should do.”

“What, a boy can’t cook? Take a look at can of Chef Boyardee? Does he look like girl?”

“Come on, Mrs. K, you know what I mean.” She loved to challenge me and Joe. I’d call it thinking outside of the box, but that phrase makes me puke.

“Joe went to the hardware store.”

“Geez I forget, the rocket…” I slapped my hand over my mouth.

“What?” She lifted her body up in a jolt, forgetting to hold onto her top. I stood with my eyes wide open staring at her D-cup, fresh Italian breasts. Joe had made a solemn pledge to abandon his pursuit of crafting rockets, the last flight going terribly wrong from the start. We made the mistake of launching from the middle of our cul-de-sac street. The rocket took off on a low, sideways trajectory directly into and through the Rippington’s front window.

“We weren’t going to launch it anywhere close.”

“It’s just that Sylvia can be such a b-i-t-c-h.” She started to cry. Sylvia being Mrs. Rippington, a little piece of Hades rooted in our cul-de-sac Shangri-La. It was a time when bad words were still spelled, not said. She seemed to have been unaware that she was now sitting up topless. I thought about turning around and running away, but it was the first time I had seen a grown woman’s nipples in the flesh. They were a beautiful union of pink and brown and erect. I sensed that the cause of her crying was something other than Mrs. Rippington being a b-i-t-c-h.

“I swear on a stack of bibles that I’ll talk Joe out of it.” I could feel my cock getting bone hard and thick.

“It’s more than that.” She sobbed. I didn’t know what else to do, so I took off my t-shirt and offered it to her to wipe the tears away.

“Oh, Jack, you’re such a sweet young man.” She took it and dabbed her cheeks.”Sit down.” She patted the empty space on her lounge and I did. I was left in cut-offs and sneakers without socks.

“What else, Mrs. K?” I wanted to know. I mean, she was like a mother to me. She put one arm around me and the side of her breast nuzzled into my chest.

“It’s Herman,” she whispered. Her husband, an ebullient man, always with a story to tell, or a recommendation for a book to read, or the latest theory on where UFO’s really came from. He was a salesman and on the road more often than not. “He’s having an affair.” I was old enough to know what those words meant, but not old enough to know how to render solace for them.

“Gosh, Mrs. K, that’s um, er, bad.”

“Look at me, sweetie. Do you think I’m fat?” She turned her body to me, her breasts literally took my breath away, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else in a woman, ever, and can’t to this day.

“You’re beautiful, Mrs. K, I mean, I, well, you know, I, ah…” I couldn’t believe that I was sitting with my best friend’s half naked mom.

“You what?” She looked at me with tear-swollen brown eyes.

“I, um, think about you and play with myself, you know?”

“Oh my sweet Jacky boy.” She smiled. I smiled to see her feeling better. “Show me how you do it, Jack” Her smile gone, she looked into my eyes at the same time as her hands fumbled with the top button of my cut-offs.

“Don’t you think that would be a sin?” I was sweating, besides the fact that Joe might walk through gate to see his mother reaching for my tool.

“Do you think this is a sin, Jack?” She took my hand and placed it over her naked breast, I cupped it feeling so many things, but sin was not one of them.

“No, I think it is the most beautiful breast that I have ever seen.” I pushed my jean shorts down and then my jockeys. My gaunt prick stood rigid and gleamed with pre-cum.

“Oh my, Jacky boy, you have done a lot of growing since I changed your diapers, but to tell you the truth, even then your little cock would always be hard for me.”

“Really?” I squeaked although my voice had changed long before that day.

“Would you like some help?” She knelt down before I could answer and took my fledgling cock in her mouth.

“Oh my god, Mrs. K, that feels so good.” I watched her head bob up and down, my shaft feeling the liquid pressure of her tongue and her lips. She angled her face up, her glasses still on, my dear Mrs. K, and slurped the raging purple mushroom head.

“Why Jacky boy, I think you like this more than my spinach ravioli.” She managed to talk and suck at the same time. I just shook my head, unable to articulate one single thought, my cock lost in her mouth, her tongue, her brown eyes, my mother’s best friend.

“Mrs. K, I am going to explode.” I was matching orgasm to rocketry, not knowing the simple action verb of cum.

“MMMM.” She hummed and just as I was ready to let go, she took my cock out and let it spray over her full pendulous breasts.

“Oh my god, Mrs. K, I am so sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. I felt as if I had spat at her.

“Sorry for what, dear.” She said as she played with my sperm and rubbed it into her skin as if it were more lotion.

“Joe’s going to be back soon.”

“So?” She said.

“Well shouldn’t we get dressed?” I reached for my jockeys.

“Oh Jack, you’ve so much to learn.” Just then Joe came into the yard. “Look who’s here,” she said.

Joe held a bag behind his back, but didn’t change his expression. Joe was a genius of sorts and seeing his best friend naked next to his topless mom didn’t seem to register in his ethereal mind as anything odd. He didn’t say a word until he turned four when he began speaking in simple complete sentences. The doctors had thought he was autistic, but I think he was waiting until he could articulate complete thoughts.

“You’ve been a naughty young man, Joey.” His mother wagged her finger at him. “Another rocket I hear.” She looked over at me as she spoke.

“Sorry.” Joe pulled the bag from behind his back. “I’ve got all the parts for a miniature launch tower, like Project Apollo.”

I stood there naked except for my sneakers. Mrs. K had my jockeys in one hand and indicated that Joe turn over the bag of parts to her.

“If you want your precious parts back, you’re going to have play the game.”

“Geez, mom, really?” Joe started taking off his clothes like he knew what was coming.

“A game?” I said.

“Mother may I, with a real mother.” Mrs. K positively beamed.

“Like scissor steps and stuff like that?” I was totally confused.

“Don’t be such a moron.” Joe said.

“You’re the douche bag who put the rocket through the riptard’s window, not me.”

“Now boys, behave yourselves. You simply have to ask what steps that you could take with me.” She propped up the chaise lounge and sat down like Cleopatra and looked as good as Liz Taylor in her bountiful days.”And Jacky take off your shoes, you look so silly with them on.”

Now Joe had indicated to me a few times that his mother was different from other moms and I had noticed how she kissed him good-bye or touched him over the years, and, besides building rockets, we had been jacking-off together regularly to a quality stash of porn that we had discovered in the Rippington’s garbage while scavenging for parts. I’ll be honest, we enjoyed stroking each other’s cocks, and slapping them together in little sword fights. That was the real purpose of my visit that day, I was hoping for a nice little jack session. But the thing is, we never really talked about what we did, we just did it.

“You start, Joey, Jack will learn as we go along.”

“Mother may I take off your bottoms?”

“No you may not, but you may rub your cute prick against my right nipple.” Joe’s cock was a little longer than mine, but not quite as thick. He did as he was told, getting stiff by the third circle he traced over her nipple.

“Your turn, Jacky.”

“Mother may I take off your bottoms?” I figured she’d say no again and that I’d get to cop a feel, either way my dick was hard again.

“Yes you may, but you must do it with your mouth.” She put her feet up on the edge of the chaise. I gulped and Joe pushed me forward.

“It’s best if you work all around the edges pulling a little bit each time.” He said. I supposed he had done it before or had quickly figured out the amount of f***e and torque needed to overcome the weight of his mother’s round ass.
I knelt down and did as he said, nibbling at bits of fabric, inhaling the scent of tanning lotion, ass, quim, and skin. My tongue falling against her trim pubic mound and getting a hair or two in my mouth. Mrs. K was more than cooperative, lifting her butt and urging me on. Once I had pulled it down past her hips, it was an easy trip across thighs, legs, and back over her feet.

“Well done, Jacky boy.”

“But,how do you win?” I said. It was a game after all.

“It’s esoteric.” Joe jumped in.

“Geez Joe, I don’t have my dictionary handy!”

“Darling, it’s not who wins or loses, it’s how you play the game.” With that Mrs. K reached up and took my face in her hands and pushed me down to her pussy. “Mother says eat me!”

“Hey,it was my turn.”

“Mother makes the rules, come close so I can give you my special kiss.” Joe strutted by me and placed his long, thin tool in his mom’s open mouth as I discovered the juicy taste of her wet, puffy core.

“Lick my clitoris gently.” She spread her lips and guided my mouth to her pert little bud peeking out. “Now faster,” she urged with Joe’s dick in her mouth, pushing her hips into my face and swiveling to the rhythm established by my tongue. If only Mrs. Rippington could see the three of us, I thought. A thought that was weirdly timed to the side gate’s open and shut clack.

“Oh Sophia!” Sophia was Mrs. K’s unspeakable first name, unspeakable for me that is.

“Hi, Mrs. Rippington.” Joe said it as if he were passing her on the way to the mail box, instead of standing there naked with his pecker in his mother’s mouth…

A Mother Son Fantasy

Son of Soccer Mom

” I want your stiff, young cock!”

“But mom, er I…”

“No more games, Kyle, it’s time you fucked a real woman.”

Kate is my stepmother, my real mother took off when I was three, maybe that’s why I have always had this sick fixation on her, or maybe her tight, tan body was too much for a healthy 18 year-old to bear. I don’t want to overanalyze, it was hard enough keeping up with my class load and being the midfielder for a division I NCAA soccer team. She earned her right to be called a soccer mom by taking me to every game, practice, and tournament until I got my license and now she was extending the same dedicated effort to becoming a slut. I had just returned home for the summer. I had been trying my best to hide errant erections from her for years, but when I walked into the kitchen she pressed her body against mine, rotated her hips against my crotch, and kissed me square on the lips, her tongue slipping in for a brief second. Her usual prim blouse, tailored slacks, and sensible flats, had been replaced with a tight dress and strappy opened-toed heels that reeked of milf-desire. But more telling than anything else were the blue-green ring tattoos on the long toes of both her feet and the sterling silver bracelet that circled the flesh of her right her ankle, as if she were saying come and get me, the hardest cock wins.

My dad had left for a week-long business trip to Singapore only an hour earlier. “Take care of your mother,” he said and winked with the same face he makes when telling a dirty joke, as if he were giving me his blessing. I have a girlfriend, Sara, but comparing her to Kate is like comparing me to David Beckham.

I was in my room unpacking when she appeared at my door, her long brown hair with gold highlights complimenting her late spring tan. She was naked and fingering her shaved pussy with her right hand.

“What about, you know, um, dad.”

“Didn’t you hear what he said?” She threw her head back and laughed.

“Yeah, well, take care, can mean a lot of different things.” I had probably cum a thousand times with her image in my mind’s eye, her perfect pert breasts, her full hips, her legs wrapped around my body as I pegged her standing in my dirty dreams.

“He meant fuck, Kyle, as in you are now going to fuck me.” She walked into my room staring at my crotch, the crotch containing her 18 year-old step-son’s cock, the cock that was so ready to cum.

“Jesus, Kate, I mean I want this, but your my mot….” I stopped in midsentence as she stooped and pulled my shorts and briefs down with one deft yank and her mouth and tongue began slurping away at my penis.

“I don’t play games anymore, dear, unless they are filled with fucking, sucking, and orgasms.” She looked up at me with an innocent face as she spoke, stroking my cock wet with her saliva, pre-cum making the tip of it glisten as if glazed by a layer of honey.

“I don’t have any, you know, um…”

“You don’t have any what, Kyle?” Her eyes grew severe, her hand squeezed my turgid cock to the brink of pain.

“Condoms.” I had used my last one with Sara the night before in our last dorm room fuck, me staring at the painted concrete block wall as I quickly came into her tight little pussy, wanting to finish before my roommate returned. That was the thing about college fucking, it was always furtive, rushed, and glazed with a beery haze. I was standing in my bedroom, my stepmother stroking my cock with all the time in the world, and there was nobody to interrupt us.

“I’m fixed, dear, surely you knew that. I never wanted c***dren. I only ever wanted you.” She took on a somber tone and nuzzled my purple mushroom head against her cheek.

“Oh god, mom, I want you.” I gushed and bent down to pick her up, we stood together as if we were about to slow dance. I quickly took off my shirt so our naked bodies could merge into one plethora of flesh. We remained like that, skin to skin, my hard-on pressed flat against her stomach, her supple breasts pushed into my lower chest, our hands gripping each other’s ass cheeks.

“I want you to be my baby boy, to swear that you will always, always take care of me.” She whispered into my ear. “That you will make mommy cum over and over again. I need you to promise.”

“Promise.” One word was all that I could speak. I was in a sex daze, all of my sensual memories of her in bikinis, bending in front of me to show more of her breasts, leaving the bathroom door half-open as she exited the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, how she had always kissed and squeezed my cheeks calling me her good little boy.

We somehow walked, floated, danced, arrived at my bed without losing our embrace, as if any diminution of our flesh to flesh contact would be more than either of us could bear. Within seconds she was on top of me and my cock slowly slid into her wet, motherly, pussy. How can any son describe the experience of entering his mother’s cunt, even if this wasn’t the cunt that bore me, she was the woman who meant more to me than any other and the other-worldly feel of the silky wet insides of her, well, I came before I was all the way in.

“Sorry, mom.” I said, but she continued to ride my still stiff cock.

“Shhhhh.” She placed her index finger on my lips. “Don’t talk, close your eyes, think about how good mommy feels right now. How much you want to be in mommy’s pussy, how you’ve been jacking off to me for years. You think I didn’t know?”

Her words were like concrete pouring into my shaft, even though I had just come, my cock began to twitch and throb.

“You want to fuck mommy for a long time, don’t you? Make mommy scream and cum. Aren’t I better than Sara? She’ll never fuck you like this. I bet you’ve never even had her ass.”

“Oh god, mom!” The word ass surged through my body, like gasoline poured on a fire. “Fuck, I want you.” I took her off the top of me and made her kneel on my bed and started thrusting into her doggy style.”Want to make you my bitch!” I slapped her ass slamming into her again and again, as if I were stabbing her pussy with my dick.

“That’s it baby, fuck your mommy, fuck mommy hard!”

I grimaced, made every kind of stupid sex face, pawed at her hanging breasts, lost myself inside her. Sara was nothing compared to this. My arousal had been enslaved by my stepmother’s body, she could have put a leather collar around my neck, attached a leash and walked me around like some helpless, circus b**st. She was marking me as hers.

“Take my cock, mom. Do you like me fucking you like a doggy bitch?”

“Baby, mommy is going to cum all over your cock, fuck mommy, fuck mommy…”

I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock and a new wet surge inside her rose as a tide of orgasms washed over my cock like a fucking tsunami. “Jesus, mommy, cummming, fucking cummming so fucking hard!”

“Don’t stop, baby, please fuck me, make me your mommy slut whore, oh god, Kyle cumming so fucking hard over your cock, fuck baby, don’t stop fucking me, harder, harder, put it in mommy’s ass, now, do it, fuck my dirty slut ass, baby.”

I had just cum twice, but her urgent plea kept me hard. My cock was sloppy with her cum and mine and I easily pushed it in her tight, sweet ass. Having never ass-fucked before, I didn’t know what to expect. Her pillow-tight grip was overwhelming. The thought of ass fucking her with my cock actually there was unbelievable. “Oh god, mom, fucking your slutty ass.”

“Mommy needs you in her ass, fuck me.”

She began to cry as I continued to thrust, her tears made me want her more. I was Oedipus. I understood what is to want your mother, that the sick, twisted reality of it was about to make me cum for the third time in less than an hour, cum in my stepmother’s tight ass.

“Mother, I’m going to…” I stopped mid sentence when I heard footsteps in the hallway.

“What the fuck, Kyle?” Sara walked into the room, her eyes riveted on my cock deep in my stepmother’s ass.

A Soccer Mom Fantasy

Soccer Mom Slut

© Jack Evermore

Just like a vampire can create another vampire, so can one slut create another. My name is Kate. I’m a soccer mom, kind you have dreamed about because I like to fuck. Picture a 47 year-old female, 5’7”, 135 lbs., 36C chest, light brown hair streaked with blonde highlights, and a taut, toned body. I was working out three times a week with my friend Catherine and I wanted her to be more than a friend.
It started one night when my husband, Mike, began exhibiting me to his poker playing friends. I was bending over serving drinks and he said stuff like “those breasts are as firm as the day we met” and “can you believe that ass”. Most of his friends were too taken aback to comment, thinking that he had probably had a little too much to drink, but his best friend, Jack, put his hand on my ass without hesitation and rubbed it. “You’re right, that’s a damn fine ass, Mike,” he said and the words were like a pocket rocket working my clit.

Maybe most women would have been upset, but that night Mike and I fucked like never before. I was soaking wet before he entered me thinking about Jack and the fact that Mike had offered me as some tawdry object of desire.

“So you like being a tease.” He said it as he drove his hard cock down and into me.

“Fuck me.” I answered, he thrusting with a power I had never felt before.

“You want Jack, don’t you?” He went as deep as he could, his balls pushing against my ass, the thought of Jack’s cock and hands taking me to a level pleasure I had never felt before.

“Yes.” It was all I could get out. My heart was racing and I began to shudder inside with a new wanton freedom.

“You want to be slut, don’t you?” He rammed me, my legs wrapped around his torso, my hands clawing at his back. I was dizzy from the thought of another man’s cock after twenty of years of fidelity. The word “slut” was electricity surging through me.

“Yes, want to be a slut.” It came out full of labored breathing, as if I had been running a marathon, but the moment was exquisitely laden with a new sexual awareness. The thought of Jack’s cock inside of me rubbed up against the hard presence of Mike’s cock instantly turned me into the woman I am today.

“You’re thinking of Jack’s cock right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to fuck him just like this, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to take his cock and put it in your mouth and feel it grow, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to take his cock, wet with your spit, and put it in your soccer mom’s pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want him to cum inside you, cum so hard that he screams at the urgency of it?”

“Yes.”

“Then do it, cum on Jack’s cock right now, cum all over it.”

“God, Mike, yes, oh fucking God yes! Cummming so hard over Jack’s cock, yes, yes, yes.” We twisted and turned as Mike spurted his load into me, my pussy contracting in explosive waves.

“Slut, whore, tease! Cumming into your cum, aarrrrghhh.”

All this before I had ever touched Jack’s cock. The next card game was just me, Mike, and Jack. I was forever initiated into to the salacious life of a soccer mom slut that night, there was no turning back. But it’s Catherine that I want to talk about, Catherine, 40, petite with hair just like mine, 34C breasts with dark brown nipples shaped like half lemons protruding from her creamy white breasts. Catherine with her flat smooth belly and always shaved pussy. Catherine with the sweetest, puffy cunt lips that I have ever seen and a clit like a small cock. Catherine with a tight, firm, ass to die for. Real sluts like both men and women, sluts need sex as if it were air and I needed to breathe Catherine. I wanted to make Catherine my slut, like Mike had made me his.

But Catherine was a church going, car-pooling, never a bad word about anyone, straight as an arrow mom, which only made me want her more. I came to know her body intimately in the locker room at the gym. At first I didn’t want to take the chance of ruining our friendship by making a pass at her, but seeing her pert, puffy pussy three times a week became too much for me. I would race home after every work out, strip, and finger myself to orgasm imagining that pussy straddling my face, that clit rubbing up and down my tongue and lips, Catherine cumming into my mouth, like some sweet tropical drink that you can never have enough of. I began to sense that her revealing her body to me so freely in the locker room might lead to a more intimate revelation of desire.

I finally had my opportunity when Catherine asked me to go out for a drink after a Wednesday cardio work-out at the gym. “Brent’s out of town and I feel like being a little naughty.”

“I’ll drink to naughty.” I said, but I was fairly certain that Catherine’s idea of naughty was a margarita or two at T.G.I. Friday’s, while mine was bringing her home, stripping her, and making her do whatever I wanted.

It was early evening and every sad sack salesman’s delusional eyes followed us to our table in the corner. They could sense the sexuality looming beneath our terry form fitting pants and ribbed tank tops. I’m sure that I was radiating enough pheromones for both of us, but a fierce, proprietary glance from my eyes held them all bay.

“Does Jack cum in five minutes like Brent does?” This after one long sip and her eyes staring directly into the lime froth of her margarita. All the usual Catherine perky goodness drained from her face.

“No.” I wanted to say more, make a confession that I had become a slut, a lioness who fucked when, where, and whom she wanted, but I held back, hoping to draw her out.

“Maybe we, er I shouldn’t be talking about this. Does it make you uncomfortable?” She shifted in her seat and looked at me, her face turning rosy with blush.

“No, it doesn’t.” I reached across the table and took her hand, women can get away with that move without seeming untoward. I could feel her longing and the gesture relaxed her.

“Does Mike like to kiss you down, you know, down between your legs?” She squeezed my hand as if it were painful for her to even vaguely describe the act of cunnilingus.

“You mean does Mike like to eat my pussy?” I said it firmly without being overly loud.

“Yes.” She turned a deeper shade of crimson.

“I sit on Mike’s face and rub my pussy against his tongue and lips and feed him my cum.”

“Oh my.” She trembled a bit.

“Would you like to do that to Brent?”

“He thinks it’s too vulgar.” She looked up at the ceiling as if Brent were right and she were some sort of pervert, too sick to be allowed out in public. I had my own intuition that Brent was probably carrying on with a twenty-something bimbo at that very minute. He was a portfolio manager for a hedge fund and made more money than Catherine could ever hope to spend on updated kitchens or remodeled bathrooms. Security comes with a price I thought.

“Maybe I could help you.” I looked directly into her blue-green eyes. She had mouth that reminded me of Nicole k**man. She didn’t turn away.

“I don’t understand.”

“I want to take you to my bedroom, strip you, and make you climax like you have never climaxed before.” There was no taking it back. We either walked out together or she bolted right then and there and we would be left with awkward encounters around town. My pussy was soaking through my thong panties and terry form pants.

“I’m so hungry, Kate.”

“Then let’s eat.”

We had driven to the restaurant in separate cars, but I didn’t want to take the chance of losing her now and led her to my car. “I’ll drive you back when we’re done.”

“But what will people say?”

“That they saw two soccer moms in the same car, how often must that happen every day in America?” We both laughed, easing the awkwardness, but not the sexual tension that had been building.

“I want this, Kate.”

“No, you want me to lick your pussy, now say it.” It was only a few blocks back to my place. Wednesday was Mike’s golf night, nine holes before it got dark and my son was away at college. Not that I wasn’t going to tell Mike everything later, not that I didn’t want to share Catherine with him the next time, but I wanted to be the one to turn her, possess her, make her my slut.

“I want you to lick me.” She said it slowly.

“God damn it, say pussy!” I braked the car and pulled over. I wanted her ready by the time we walked through the door of my bedroom.

“Pussy!” She said it as if she had unshackled herself from a lifetime of caution, reserve, and regret. “I want your pussy, Kate, and I want to feed you mine.”

“Pull your pants down and let me feel how wet you are.” She did as I told her. I took a sidelong glance and reached over with my right hand and felt the moisture oozing from her pout perfect shaved lips and licked my fingers clean as I pulled into the garage and closed the door.

I don’t remember walking through the house, just pushing her down on my bed, stripping her, and marveling at her lithe, nude body next to mine. We kissed for what seemed like hours, swallowing the tart aftertaste of tequila and lime, our naked bodies pressed against each other, our hands traversing breasts, nipples, thighs, asses, and finally pussies.

“You’re my slut now.” I said.

“Oh, Kate.” She looked directly into my eyes as I fingered her thick juicy clit.

“You’re going to eat my pussy. I want to mark you with my cum, make you mine.” She began to go down on me, a trail of kisses from my full breasts down my stomach, to my inner thighs, her tongue reaching the edge of my labia when I pushed her away.

“Did I do something wrong?” She looked hurt and surprised.

“Lie down flat, slut!” She did as I said. I straddled her face and spread my pussy wide open and gyrated it inches from her mouth. “You want this?”

“Yes.”

“Not yes, say you want my pussy, say it like a dirty slut, the slut you yearn to become, my slut, my baby!”

“I want your pussy, I need it, Kate, oh god!”

“Lick it, whore!” I pushed my wet, dripping cunt into her open mouth, she grabbed my ass cheeks and began to lick and suck. I held her head and moved up and down against her tongue. “Oh god, lick it, suck it, make mommy cum in your mouth, do it!” I hovered, rode, wiped, pressed my pussy over and over calling her a whore, a slut, a cunt, and my sweet baby and then the quiver arose from within and I trembled. “Yes, mommy is going to cum in your mouth, going to cum, making you my slut forever, marking you with my sloppy, wet cunt!” I arched back, she licked and slurped and I screamed. “Oh jesus fuck baby cummmmmmmming so fucking hard!” It was wave after wave until I couldn’t take it anymore and slipped off and collapsed, crying, dizzy, shaking all over.

Catherine kissed me with my cum fresh on her lips, a communion of cum between us, a holy ritual of everything only two women can share, and then she mounted my face as I had mounted hers. Her pussy was soaking. Her bl**d engorged clit was fresh and tart. I eagerly lapped away with all my fantasies fleshly present.

“Make me your slut, lick my wet pussy, make me cum!” Catherine rode my mouth as if my tongue were a bucking bronco beneath her. Our bodies writhed together, my fingernails clawing her ass until she froze and squeezed my face between her thighs and growled from deep within, her right hand pulling my hair so my mouth was centered perfectly over her clit and cunt. “Cummmmmming, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes cumming so hard, Kate, your slut, always your slut!”

She crumpled atop me, the two of us panting naked on the bed when Mike walked in…

I love her mature body, the slope of her breasts, her lower half...

I love her mature body, the slope of her breasts, her lower half encased in black nylon mesh that frames her perfectly. I love to take her after these photo sessions, she always so wet knowing others will see her, my cock ripping through the nylon to find its velvet sweet sexy home.

A father's fantasy

My Daughter’s Home Cooking

© Jack Evermore

I am 62, retired, and living in a small Florida town not far from the gulf, you’d be right to think that it sounds like a bit of cliche, but I left out one tiny detail, my naked daughter is in the kitchen right now preparing dinner for both of us. She is 40, but age is just a number isn’t it? She looks more like 30, with a tanned, toned body and long, drizzled, sun-bleached brown hair. She’s a bit of pixie, just over five feet tall, and lithe like a gymnast. I don’t know what it is about seeing her in the kitchen that’s gets me especially hard, she’s making a fruit salad and maybe the blueberries remind me of her nipples and the honey dew melon echoes the taut curve of her ass.

“Daddy is hungry, baby girl.” I grabbed her from behind, my cock just as hard as it was the first time so many years ago, after her mother had left us both to fend for ourselves. I was thirty-something then and she was, well, she was young. I thought she had been fast asleep in her room when I pulled out one of the gash mags I kept under my mattress, Cavalier I think, those were the days before the internet and dvd’s. Hard core porn meant going to go to a scummy adult bookstore, popping quarters into a machine, and risking slipping on the cum covered floor on the way out. I preferred a private session in my own bed with the lights down low and the full natural breasts and hairy, spread pussies featured in the porn mags of that era. I had never given a second thought to my daughter, or the fact that she was becoming a woman, she was my little girl and it was me and her against the world.

We were living in western Pennsylvania, I worked for the state as a surveyor, not the greatest job, but one that gave me plenty of time to be there for her and provide for us both comfortably. I didn’t have any interest in dating, satisfied with my regular routine of pounding one out to whatever woman caught my fancy in my potpourri of glossy magazines. On that particular night I had been stroking for awhile with my eyes closed, imagining the woman walking out of that Cavalier spread into my bed when I felt a human presence.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” I opened my eyes to see her standing there in a t-shirt and the flash of her fingers dancing out from under her panties.

“Oh boy, well er, daddy has needs.” I was naked, cock in hand, I’m no stud, but have a healthy 6” cut cock that is a bit thicker than most with a nice mushroom head that was glistening with pre-cum. I could see she was staring at it, and now that I think back to it, I didn’t feel the need to cover it.

“It’s so big.” She said and took a few steps closer.

“Not big enough for your mother.” Her mother was a real size queen and had always chided me on “how average” I was.

“It’s bigger than when you pee.” She took a few more steps and I let her watch it pulse and waver.

“You’ve been watching me in the bathroom?” I’d crack open the door from time to time to let the steam out after a shower so I could use the mirror to shave. My routine has always been to shower then shave. I never thought that she would be sneaking peeks.

“I just want to know about stuff, you know sex stuff.” She kept her eyes on my cock . We had had “the talk” about her monthly friend a few months back, but I never equated it to sex, just that it was something a woman did when she reached a certain age. I realized that that was pretty stupid of me, but at the time she seemed satisfied and I was too embarrassed to explain any more of the details.

“Well, angel, I guess it’s time we had another talk.” I patted the empty space of bed beside me, and yes I remained naked and hard. I figured that it was too late to put the genie back in the bottle so to speak and decided to use the opportunity to explain things using my cock as a visual aid, and I want to emphasize, that at this point, had no other agenda, she was my only daughter after all and I loved the full fleshy older women found in gash magazines.

“Okay, daddy.” She hopped right up and I noticed that there was a spreading wet spot on the crotch of her tight orange panties that went right to the core of my cock.

“It’s actually quite simple, sweetie, a man puts his penis into a woman’s vagina and, after awhile, he ejaculates into her and that’s what makes babies and also why you should never let a boy put his penis in you or even near you so you don’t get pregnant.” I was proud of how simply I put it, never being a man to waste words. I gripped my cock with one hand while I explained all this and waved it around for emphasis as if it were a dangerous weapon to be avoided, but she gazed at it with a much different look.

“Gosh, some of the girls at school say they suck their boyfriend’s cocks, er I mean, penis, sorry daddy, I know cock is a bad word. Can you get pregnant that way, you know with the jaculate stuff or whatever it is.” She put her hand on my thigh a few inches from my cock which was now glistening even more. It felt natural and I had no desire to move it, not wanting her to feel that I was some sort of a pervert.

“No, you can’t get pregnant that way, honey, but you can get diseases, terrible diseases, like gonorrhea or syphilis and this crazy new thing called AIDs.” I looked at her with the most serious fatherly face that I could assume. It’s crazy, there I was trying frighten my own daughter from fooling around and I was naked, hard, and she had her hand on my thigh.

“Sounds pretty scary.”

“It is. You can never be too careful. That’s why when the time comes, after you’re out of high school and ready, you should always make the boy wear a prophylactic.”

“Gee, dad, what’s a probalactic?” She mauled the pronunciation so completely that I began to laugh, and in so doing, her hand ended up resting on my balls which, I don’t need to tell you, sent another electric jolt right through me.

“Angel, you have your hand on my scrotum, it’s where the ejaculate is stored and a prophylactic covers a man’s penis like a latex glove so it doesn’t squirt into you.”

“Scrotum sounds funny, but I like the way it feels.” Her hand began massaging my balls.

“If only your mother would have liked it, you wouldn’t have found me sitting here like this trying to pretend.”

“Why do you have to pretend?”

“It’s called masturbation, dear, I am stroking my penis pretending it’s in a woman.”

“That’s silly, daddy, why don’t you put it in me, I’m a woman, aren’t I?”

“That wouldn’t be right, darling, fathers don’t do that with their daughters. I could go to jail.”

“I don’t see why, I love you daddy, I don’t want you to pretend.” She continued to rub my balls and her hand travelled to the base of my cock. “Can’t I just stroke it a little, daddy?”
“Okay, you might as well see what man’s penis feels like when it’s hard.” I mean possession is nine tenths of the law and her hand was right there.

“Oh, I like rubbing it, I want to see your jaculate, can I daddy, puullease?” She looked up at me with innocent eyes and I had a week’s worth of cum ready to explode.

“Okay, baby, spit in your hand and rub the shaft up and down.”

“Like this, daddy?” She spit, squeezed, and rubbed with perfect pressure.

“Yesssss, sweetie, just like that.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?” My eyes were closed. I kept telling myself this was educational.

“Promise not to yell?” She stroked me with a sweet soft rhythm.

“Honey, why would I yell?”

“Because I want to put it in my mouth, just to see what it tastes like, puhhllleeease?” I opened my eyes to see her pert little mouth crinkled in supplication and I was afraid that if I said no, she would easily find some pimply high school boy to take my place and I couldn’t stomach that thought. I mean, I knew that I could provide her with a safe and loving experience.
“Okay, sweetie, go ahead.” And just like that her lips and tongue were exploring every inch of my cock, slurping and sucking with an expertise that seemed to indicate a certain amount of practice, although to this day she swears that I was the first.

“MMMM, daddy, I like it.” She looked up at me with her innocent eyes, my cock fully buried in her mouth. I took her head and cradled it in my hands, feeling so many things.

“Daddy loves you so much, sweetie.” I remember my heart beating wildly, the sensation of my spunk travelling up my shaft, thinking that I was about to cum in my daughter’s mouth, and getting dizzy. “Jesus, baby, daddy is going to cum, daddy is going to cum so fucking hard, don’t stop.” I arched and exploded into her mouth and she sucked all the harder. I know it was only a matter of seconds, but it felt like minutes of her taking everything I had to offer.

“It tastes salty, daddy, I like it.” She smiled, taking a drop of it that had spilled from her mouth and letting it rest on the tip of her index finger to study it for a second and then licking it salaciously and kissing me. After a long slow kiss, she snuggled up against me like she meant to spend the rest of the night with me.

At first I was going to tell her to return to her room, then I thought that I would let her fall asleep and just carry her to her bed, but in the end I let her lay there as I stroked her hair, marveling at the fresh taut beauty of her only to fall into my own deep, satisfied sleep

My first encounter with my daughter all those years ago left me ashamed and exhilarated all at once, I mean there she was in my bed sleeping soundly having just given me the best blow job of my life up to that time, a thousand times better than any her mother had ever given me. The father part of my brain kept repeating , “What the fuck did you just do?” At the same my cock kept reiterating “Give me more”. I wanted to think that evolution, societal norms, and remorse would get me back to the straight and narrow, but she had given me a taste of the apple and I wanted to go all the way to the core.

“What’s the matter daddy?” Those were the first words when she awoke. She could tell that I was thinking about what we had done.

“I’m afraid last night was a mistake that cannot be repeated.” I made a feeble attempt to return to our pre-fellatio relationship.

“Did I do it wrong, daddy? I thought you liked it, and you tasted so good.” She patted her flat stomach, her aroused puffy nipples pressed against the cotton of her too tight t-shirt.

“I liked it too much, sweetie.”

“Good, then we can do it again.” Her hand went right for my cock. I had never bothered to put anything on and my natural morning erection was hardened even more by her presence.

“Hold on, princess.” I blocked her hand from reaching its destination.

“Daddy?” She looked at me with her best, pouty face and crossed her arms across her chest.

“We have to get one thing straight if this is going to continue, because your mother is never coming back and I’m the only person in the world who is going to take care of you.” She rolled her beautiful blue eyes and gave me her “whatever” look, but I wanted to make sure that she understood. “You can’t tell anyone, ever, not even Candy. If you do, I could go to jail.” My cock remained hard through all of this, like a flagpole growing from my groin as I sat there in bed next to her.

“Daddy, like, I’m not an idiot. Candy would tell everyone.” She suddenly took on a calculating adult aura that I had never seen before, as if her innocence vanished that very second and a new, more seasoned young adult had emerged from a chrysalis of bubble gum and pink toe socks.

“Okay, then, I guess…” I was lost and about to get up and dressed when she threw her arms around me and kissed me with her mouth open, proceeding to travel slowly down my chest with her wet lips, ending up with her mouth enveloping my mushroom cock head and looking up at me. “Jesus, princess, daddy needs you, needs you so much.” She continued to suck and stroke me at the same time as I fed her my morning cocktail. “God, baby, you’re so damn good.” I pushed my crotch up and into her as she sucked.

“Daddy?” She took her lips off my cock, but continued to stroke me with her hand.

“Yes.”

“I just finished with my period yesterday.”

“That’s good, sweetheart.” My eyes were closed at this point and I wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying, lost in the motion of her hand on my cock.

“Well, you know what that means?”

“Sure I do, princess, you’re a real woman now.” My eyes still closed, pressure building, wondering if she was going to lick it all up afterwards.

“Daddy, like duh?” She stopped stroking and I opened my eyes.

“Sorry, princess, I guess you’re going to have to spell it out for me.” She looked at me as if I were the stupidest man in the world and at that moment, I was.

“I want you to fuck me with your bare daddy, cock!” She said it as if all the explaining she had made me do the night before had been a ruse to titillate me. I realized that she had known everything all along, that she had manipulated me.

“Jesus, princess, what happened to my little girl?” I was taken aback. My daughter wasn’t the innocent little ingénue in orange panties, she had become the seductive tigress who wanted to claim and mark her territory.

“Here’s your little girl, daddy.”

With those words she leapt off the bed and removed her t-shirt and panties. Her pert breasts were like two fresh cantaloupe halves, and her precious pudenda was shaved clean with her rosebud of clit protruding, pink and perfect. She traced the outline of her vulva with one hand and pinched one puffy nipple after the other with her other hand.

“So you’ve known all along.”

“Yes and now I want to feel a cock inside my pussy, your cock, daddy, the cock I love.”

“Princess, I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything.”

She re-joined me on the bed and pushed me down. She climbed on top of me and stretched her petite body over mine and kissed me. I felt her sweet little mound rubbing against my turgid cock and her round breasts heaving.

“Angel, we need to think about…” She stopped me with her tongue inside my mouth and then quick bites of my lips and her fingers began to twist my nipples. Her pussy opened and her moist, wet inner labia slid back and forth over my shaft.

“Think about what, daddy?” She looked directly into my eyes as her wanton pussy ground away at my cock.

“Your hymen, you’ll bleed.” I had never had a virgin, so I really had no idea, but whatever idea I had was erased by a haughty laugh on her part.

“Daddy, like duh! I’ve been using a vibrating dildo for almost three months.”

“Oh,” was all I could get out.

She grabbed my cock and slowly slid down on it. I looked up at her feeling all the love for my little girl and all the ecstasy of her tight velvet pussy. Love and lust turned into the kind of bliss one imagines could only be found in the afterlife, if there is any, because I had certainly never felt a pussy like hers before or since. She road me cowgirl-style and I bucked up and into her.

“Fuck me, daddy, fuck your naughty little slut.”

Her language only served to heighten my sweaty desire and I slapped her ass hard as she pumped up and down. “Take that, you dirty little slut!” When I wasn’t slapping, I had her ass cheeks firmly in hand and rammed my cock up and into her. “You’re going to pay for teasing daddy!” I continued to slap her ass and she would tease me by raising herself up, leaving only my cock head ensconced in her sweet treat of a cunt as she smiled devilishly, until I fucked her all the way down and her apple ass rested against my balls. “Take daddy’s cock you little slut, take all of it.”

This might have gone on for hours, I lost all connection to time with my engorged penis in my little princess’s twat, she on top the entire time and finally in response to a very hearty ass slap on my part she looked down at me and began twisting both of my nipples.

“So you like twisting daddy’s nipples.” I was on the verge of passing out, as if I were a pilot that flew too high and had escaped earth’s atmosphere.

“Yes, I’m your slut, daddy, fuck me.” She continued to twist my nipples and fuck me, the room was spinning, I swear it.

“Jesus, princess, I am going, god, I’m….” My eyes squeezed shut as my cock throbbed inside my daughters tight pussy, I felt as if my cock reached to the inside of her soul and she in turn covered my soul with the moist treasure of her pussy, the two of us united in fuck and holding nothing back. “Fucking.” I thrust up as hard as I could, one thrust for each word. “Dirty.” I held her down with all my might. “SLUT!!!!” And then I came.

“Jesus, baby, arrrrrghhhhh!”

“Give it to me daddy, give me your cum.” She screamed it. Her entire body arched back and quivered over cock flesh.

“Cum into my cum, baby, give it to daddy!” She gurgled and collapsed on top me. I could feel her heart racing as I am sure she felt mine. It didn’t feel dirty, it felt as if we had been destined for each other, that we had risen above whatever normal was, whatever conventional was, whatever moral was. It was just me and my little baby, my slut, the two of us united in cum.

My little girl is forty now. She is naked in my kitchen cutting kiwis for a fruit salad and the juice reminds me of how fresh and tart her pussy tastes. She has been married and is now divorced. She has entertained men of every size and color, being particularly attracted to muscular Black men with swaggering cocks. I’m not jealous, because throughout it all, she always comes back to me, she never really left. I am her daddy and she is my sweet little slut, nothing will ever break that bond.

A cuckold fantasy

Cuck Me Once, Shame on Me

“These should make him nice and hard.”She laughed as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her black nylons thigh high, her leg straight out, toes pointed the way women do, with the curve of her calf, the arch of her foot, as if she were about to pirouette on the tip of a big, thick cock.

“Yeah, totally,” I whimpered from our bedroom doorway, unable to take my eyes off her transformation from an ordinary fifty-something hausfrau into a nylon-clad slut. Her pale white breasts burst from a too tight lace bra and her make-up mixing severe with haughty.

“Jesus, Kyle, you started it.” She looked at me with her eyes wide open.

“I know, I know.” I kicked the door jamb, not hard, a pathetic kick to echo my feelings.

“Do you want to call him and cancel?” She spoke as she looked at her reflection in the dresser mirror. She adjusted the cup of her bra and straightened her bowed garter belt across her flat stomach.

“No.” I wasn’t going to call Paul and cancel. We met him at one of those franchised suburban grill’s, the one where everyone looks like life is this wonderful adventure to share over a plate of fried potato skins and Buffalo wings. I ate the potato skins while Paul dazzled my wife with lame comments like “Ruth, you can’t be 54, 34 maybe, but not 54,” which she swallowed whole. Nobody touched the wings.

And I did start it. I wanted something other than a few quick pumps before she went to sl**p, or one of her charity hand jobs to save herself the trouble of cleaning my feeble spurts of cum from her pussy. I turned to internet porn to see how the other half lived and got addicted to amateur wife sites and cuckold videos. The thought of another man taking her became my overarching goal, hardening my cock more than she ever had. I brought it up one night after I came in her hand, thinking that I had nothing to lose, but I was wrong.

“Oh god, yes, Henry, yes.” Her eyes lit up. She didn’t pause or make a revolting face. She even went so far as to bend down and suck my flaccid prick with appreciation. It was the answer I wanted, but I didn’t want it that fast.
She began posing for anonymous postings on an amateur site, pictures that displayed her ample tits and pussy in bad bedroom light. The photography sessions turned her wetter than I had ever made her and she became a taut fleshy hellion in bed. But Ruth wanted take another man’s cock, preferably younger and bigger than mine.

She had her pick, as dozens of men replied when she posted a picture dressed as she was now with her desire to meet, her face blurred, fingers touching her newly shaved cunt, something that I had desired for years, but that only the promise of another cock could bring about. She corresponded with ten different men, whittled it down to three, and finally decided on Paul after graphic cam session chats. Paul, recently divorced and seemingly without a flaw, although I would love to hear what his ex-wife would say.

“He’s only a fuck to me, dear. What do I care?” This was Ruth’s response after our fried potato skin meeting and I had wanted to investigate more, as if I were vetting him for public office instead of my wife’s pubis.

“What if he has an STD, what if he’s a serial rapist, a serial killer, a cereal eater?” I blurted out “what if’s” trying to scare her, the last because she makes fun of the fact that I eat Honey Nut Cheerios in a post cereal world.

“He’s a pharmaceutical salesman, dear.” This was the height that any man could aspire to in Ruth’s opinion, and one of two facts that she had made sure to verify. I sell carbide tools for a respectable living, but could never match the esteem Ruth places on pharmaceutical salesmen, “they are riding atop the pinnacle of the health care industry which consumes 17% of the GDP”, she’s an accountant and numbers like that mean everything to her. She wanted to ride his “big thick prick”, of which he had provided photographic evidence, which she verified by placing her hand beneath the suburban grill’s table and stroking him to full hardness. Our waitress arriving at the peak moment to find out that “things couldn’t be more perfect, dear”.

I should confess that I felt the sudden urge to join my wife’s hand over Paul’s billowing cock, but restrained myself. It is also why I want to be naked and present as he enters our split-level home and takes the steps up to the master bedroom to see Ruth posed on our queen size bed, stripped of everything except 1000 count thread Egyptian sateen sheets. And why I was standing naked in our bedroom doorway, my stomach paunch sucked in when the doorbell rang.

“Flowers, how lovely.” Ruth took the bouquet, me being certain it was a cheap $9.99 special from a supermarket bin.

“Wow, you look fantastic!” He said taking off his jacket, me standing there naked, and she covered with a silk print robe. Paul and I mumbled hellos when she issued her first command.

“Take his coat, you sniveling swine!” She riveted me with a look that I had never seen before. I felt a spasm and did what she said.

“Are you hungry dear?’ She embraced Paul and kissed him open-mouthed.

“Yes.” He whispered.

“Then strip!” She pushed him away and he began a strange nervous dance, as if he were trying some lame Gypsy Rose routine.

“Don’t make me laugh, I want your cock not a show!”

Any bravado he had evaporated and he began to disrobe. I cracked a wisenheimer’s smile at his little humiliation without any forethought, Ruth was no longer my staid, accountant wife.

“You think it’s funny that I am going to fuck this stud and make you clean his cock after he cums?” She sent a jolt directly to my cock.

“Ah, er, no.” I looked at Paul to read his thoughts. He had finished taking off his clothes and was staring at my crotch, as I was soon staring back at his. His cock was eight inches hard, making my measly five inches look even punier, and he had the biggest pair of balls that I had ever seen on any man, made larger by the fact that he shaved them, which I had also done in a pathetic attempt to make my dick appear bigger.

“Upstairs, both of you.”

We didn’t hesitate. Ruth sat down on the bed, her back against the headboard, as if she were going to open a book and read, but she had a thick purple, vibrating dildo in her hand, and had removed her silk robe.

“Mommy wants a little show to make her nice and wet. Kneel down, Henry!” I fell to my knees. Paul made the mistake of moving to the bed to join her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ruth’s words stopped him dead.

“I was, er going to, um, you know.” The pharmaceutical salesman was at a loss for words.

“Fuck me? Is that what you’re trying to say? Jesus then say it, say you want to fuck mommy.”

He stood there next to me, his cock inches from my lips and although I had never touched another man’s cock in my life, I began to stroke mine with the thought of having to clean that monster as I cupped his balls. “I want to fuck you.” He delivered the line like a soap opera actor. Ruth spread her legs and work the dildo into her pussy.

“Louder!” She pushed the dildo in and out.

“I WANT TO FUCK YOU!” This time spoken with the conviction of a man who had been divorced for six months and was desperate for cunt.

“You didn’t say mommy.” She frowned.

“I WANT TO FUCK YOU, MOMMY!”

“You’re going to have to eat her first!” She removed the vibrator and opened her legs to him, I could feel the heat of her cunt from where I knelt and smell it’s juicy taint. I remained on my knees ready to play her game, stroking myself as Paul began to lap at her like a thirsty dog. I watched his huge nutsack dangling and his cock grow as he did.

“Turn over, I’m going to finish sitting on your face.” Ruth pushed him away and he flipped to his back, his cock waving in the air as she mounted his face and ran her sloppy wet cunt back and forth over his mouth and tongue, going so far as to lift his head and grind.”Fuck my hole with your tongue, lick it, now suck, oh Jesus, mommy’s going to cum, don’t move, take it, take all of my cum!” I watched as her ass quivered, her legs and pussy wrapped around his head, her back arched, and she made low guttural sounds as she wiped her pussy side to side over his face. I was now rock hard. Paul’s face was flush, looking like a boxer who had taken too many punches to the head.

“Now mommy’s going to ride your thick cock, not like Paul’s little gherkin, no, I want feel all eight inches of you.” With this she slid back over his torso to his raging cock.

“Wait, rubber,” he mumbled and received a slap across the face for his trouble.

“I’ll take your bare cock or nothing!” She stroked him and then bent as if to suck it but stopped, licking her lips with her tongue, millimeters from his glistening cock head. I crawled on my knees to the side of the bed to see the action, hoping Ruth wouldn’t object in the heat of play. Paul had his hands on her lace bra, feeling the weight of her 38D breasts, eyes closed.

“I want to fuck you, mommy.” He opened his eyes, as if he had seen the light of everlasting salvation and added, “with my bare cock”.

“That’s mommy’s good little boy.” She went down on him sucking him bigger and harder with a series of slurps and then mounted him, slowly sliding down on his cock, moaning with pleasure as she did.

I could describe it, but I think you can picture it all quite readily, fifty-something woman fucks stud like a doggy bitch in heat, she, commanding every move he would make, from cowgirl to missionary, and then side to side, her pussy oozing that milky lotion of fuck as his cock moved in and out until he paused for a moment and gagged, “cummming, fuck, fuck, arrrghhhh, cummming, motherfucking mommy, jesus cumming in you!!!” Or words to that effect, you may have thought of what you might say in the heat of the moment, but the fact is only animal sounds come out.

Ruth was just as vocal, slapped his ass, and curled her toes as she came, I remember how exquisite they looked with the nylon seam perfect. I had been stroking during all of this and echoed their cum into the palm of my hand, forgetting all about Ruth’s earlier threat to have me clean Paul’s cock or was he going to clean my clock, with all the cumming, I had really lost track until her voice returned me to our bedroom realm.

“Cleaning time, dear, me then him.” They both lay on their backs, Paul’s spunk was already leaking in spit dribs from her blood engorged lips, Paul’s cock quivering half-mast. I licked, salty and warm, I licked, viscous pearls, I licked as she placed my head in her hands and pushed me to his dick, “Paul’s turn, you little-dicked man.” I had no more time to consider. I took cock to mouth and sucked cunt juice and cum threads, while cupping Paul’s balls, it didn’t feel gay. It sex between people. It was what Ruth wanted and we had acceded to her will.

I sucked until he became hard all over again, and then sucked some more until he fed me directly, much to Ruth’s delight.

“I have to get going,” was all Paul said after I had swallowed his cum. He didn’t so much as give Ruth a peck on the cheek, but hurriedly dressed and made for the door.

Ruth remained silent, overwhelmed by the woman she had become, as if she had discovered the ability to fly but wasn’t quite sure how to land.

It’s been a three days since his visit and we still haven’t talked about it. I’m not going to be the first, it’s up to her. I’m not thinking about divorce or anything crazy like that, I’m fairly certain she isn’t either. The fact is that I want her more than I did the first time we fucked twenty-five years ago and have jacked-off over and over again, recreating the images in my head. That and the fact that I can’t stop thinking about Paul’s thick cock.

A Mature Woman fantasy

Getting the Groceries

She looked like she was in her late fifties, with a time worn face that had seen its share of heartache and failure, but she always wore something that showed three inches of the freshest, sexiest cleavage I have ever seen. I would wait any amount of time in her aisle just to hand her my money and perhaps feel the touch of her fingers in return. I always smiled and she would smile back, unable to keep myself from staring at her incredible bosom, heaving over the check-out conveyor. I memorized her schedule and changed my shopping habits daily visits. She wore a wedding ring, but I didn’t care, I wanted her. I wanted to feel her full, supple body, to slowly remover her blouse and memorize the bounty of her breasts. Her eyes looking directly into mine as I took her missionary style.

My obsession with her became uncontrollable. I composed a letter addressing all my feelings for her, begging her for a chance, offering her one thousand dollars in cash for one night with her. It was all the extra money that I could muster, and it took every ounce of courage to hand her the plain white envelope with note inside on another empty Friday night. She looked at me as if I were a crazy man. Please read the note inside, I whispered it, trying not to sound desperate, fawning over the trace of black lace showing from her bra.

She didn’t say a word and I left, red-faced, swearing never to return to her store, not able to face her certain rejection. I went back to my apartment and, once inside, immediately drew out my hard cock and stroked to the memory of her haggard face and sweet cleavage, perhaps it was the contrast between the two that made me want her so very badly, and now I was worried that she might even call the cops, accuse me of harassment, and thinking how fucking stupid it was to give her a handwritten note. The worry withered my cock and the phone rang to scare me even further, like it was going to be some detective, already pursuing me for assault, but my caller ID showed the name Jen, her name.

My hand shook. Maybe she was going scream at me over the phone, stupid me I gave her my number in the note and my address, maybe she would even send her husband after me, Christ how could I have been so stupid?

“I’m sorry,” my first words, hoping to quell her anger, praying that I could escape the wrath of her husband.

“For what?”

“The letter, I shouldn’t have…”

“How old are you?”

The question surprised me, no angry rant, no threatening husband, no I’m calling the cops.

“I’m 29.”

“Do you realize that I’m old enough to be your mother? Is this some sort of joke?”

“No, I’m deadly serious, I can’t stop thinking about you, ever since I first came to the store…”

“Shut-up and listen,” she commanded, and I did, a chill running down my spine, a primeval ache twisting in my gut, an instant hardening of my cock, “Mommy wants you, mommy wants you in the worst way. You’ll do exactly as mommy says!”

I couldn’t speak, it was like my throat was swollen shut, my mind racing at the thought of her commands.

“Are you there? Answer me!”

“Everything mommy says, yes.” I whispered.

I waited at the door for her, my beautiful zaftig mommy, still not believing that she would show, half fearing that it would be her husband wanting to rip me apart. When I heard the bell, I jumped and buzzed without even asking who was there. I opened the door to the hallway. As soon as I saw her hair, took in the sexy scent of her, watched as she looked up, she wearing a long grey gabardine raincoat, her black nylon clad legs stepping up and out from the coat’s cover, my cock filled and hardened with blood, the blood of portent, the blood of promise, the blood brought on by her haggard, hard face and the thought of her soft large breasts just beyond my reach.

“Hello,” was all I could get out.

“Show me the money!” She held her raincoat closed, she had put on too much make-up trying to hide the lines, but I didn’t care, I had ten crisp hundred dollar bills in my palm, not even thinking that she could take the money and split without another word, without revealing so much as a nipple. What could I do if she took off, call the cops and tell them that I offered the check-out woman at the grocery store a thousand dollars to fuck me and she didn’t deliver?

“Take it.” I didn’t care what happened, it all became a blur, time slowed, my heart raced.

“Now let’s see what you have for mommy.” She took her hand and unzipped me in the hallway and pulled out my cock. “Hmmm, mommy likes.” She smiled, it was the first time I had seen her smile. If nothing else had happened, that moment alone would have been worth every penny, but she had only just begun. She drew close to me and whispered into my ear. “Are you ready to be mommy’s bad little boy?”

“Yes, anything.”

She pushed me back into my apartment and slapped me across the face, “Yes, mommy, say it, say yes mommy.” If she wouldn’t have grabbed my cock again, this time with both hands, I might have fallen to the ground.

“Yes mommy. I’ll do anything you want.” She kissed me. A long wet, open mouth kiss, a hungry, wanton kiss. I took her full body and felt her pressing against me and began to unbutton her raincoat to feel a leather mini-dress, and large breasts pouring out of it, thinking that she was worth ten thousand dollars, a million dollars, and that I would do anything mommy asked, anything…

Somehow we made it to my bed. She was in her leather mini dress, black thigh high nylons and open toed pumps. She pushed me down and roughly stripped off my pants.

“Mommy is going to take what she wants.” She began stroking and slurping my cock, her red brown hair falling over my stomach.

“Wait, I’m going to cum.”

She looked up at me, smiling, twisting my cock in her hands, “Mommy wants you to cum.”

My cock was throbbing in her grasp, her smile, her eyes looking directly into my soul, and her melon ripe breasts heaving, forcing the cum through my shaft like an eruption that she quickly captured with her wet warm lips and eagerly swallowed. “Arghhhhh,” I growled, like a wounded animal, overwhelmed by her power over me.

“Now mommy is going to put on a little show.” She stepped back from the edge of my bed and began to remove her leather mini, her breasts looked as fresh and firm as woman half her age, her nipples were a pale pink and hard, her stomach was dotted with freckles, her wide hips were covered by a black silk thong stretched to its limits, her vaginal mound gleaming wet beneath it. I lay there in awe of the seething sensuality that lay beneath her ordinary grocery store frock. She removed her thong, to reveal a clean shaven pussy, pert and plump. She traced the outline of her vulva and then spread her lips to finger her clitoris. She moved closer to the bed, fingering herself as she moved, swaying her full fleshy hips.

“Mommy has a special dish for her bad boy.”

I lay there in a catatonic daze, my cock exposed and flaccid. She climbed up unto the bed and straddled my face, her moist pussy spread open. “You’re going to eat mommy until she cums.” I grunted an agreement and placed my hands on her big round ass cheeks and inhaled the scent of her pussy. “Eat me!” She commanded and slammed her open cunt into my waiting tongue. She began to grind her pussy into my mouth as if she were trying to fuck me with her bl**d engorged clit. I nibbled it, sucked it, and flicked it, encouraged by her moans.

“Lick mommy.” She pulled my head up into her gaping pussy, riding my face. I don’t know if it was ten minutes or twenty, I only remember her covering me, the sweet sent of cunt, the quivering of her ass in my grasp. “Get ready to take mommy’s cum!” She held my head, my nose and mouth covered, I was on the edge of passing out when her entire body shivered and she shouted, “Take mommy’s cum, drink it baby,” and she collapsed next to me, her flesh rosy and nipples hard. She idly played with my cock as she lay next to me still breathing hard from her magnificent orgasm.

“Now you are going to fuck mommy with this cock, and not with a rubber. Mommy wants to feel your raw cock flesh inside her!” It didn’t take long until my dick was hard and ready. I made a move to turn her over and fuck her missionary on the bed, but she pushed me back down and slapped me across the face.

“Mommy is going to ride you and you had better not cum until she tells you to cum, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?” She slapped me again.

“Yes, mommy.”

She straddled me, first taking my cock and rubbing her wet clit and slit with it as I looked up at her, and slowly pushed it into her sweet velvet pussy, she leaned over my lips and fed me one breast and then the other as she moved up and down. “That’s it, fuck your mommy.” I couldn’t believe how tightly her vagina gripped my penis, I wanted to die inside her, to remain forever in the wet silk insides of her, as she bent down to feed me a nipple or kiss me, only to twist one of my nipples or bite my lip in the end, all the while the steadily grooving up and down my shaft until she paused. “Don’t move,” she said.

It was an impossible command, I was wallowing in her sex, feeling her power, as I had never felt in any woman before her, aching to thrust, needing to move inside her, to feel the give of her pussy, to merge my flesh into hers, I was totally lost within her and started to pump again as I repeated, “Take your son’s cock mommy, take all of it.”

At first I thought she was surprised by this and was going to slap me hard again, but it was her eyes closing as she prepared to cum and I drove into her turning her over and unto her back and rammed her, my balls slapping her ass. “Fuck me mommy, fuck your bad boy. I want your cum, mommy, give it to me.”

She responded with moans and her pussy became a wet sweet hole I was disappearing into. We held each other as if we were falling through the air together having jumped off the cliff of lust. She arched back and I drove down and into her, repeating, “Cum for me mommy, cum all over your bad boy’s cock!” We rocked together inside the image of a mother fucking her son, wrapped by desire, fed by taboo passion, until we both shuddered and came in waves, revealing who we really were, she crying as she came and kissing me muttering, “my baby, my sweet, sweet baby boy,” and me kissing her back with the words, “mommy, mommy, mommy.”

I collapsed on top of her. She continued to cry softly. I fell asleep spooning next to her thick, perfect body only to awake to an empty bed. She left the crisp bills I had given her on the nightstand and a note that said, mommy will be in touch.

A Mature Woman Fantasy

Aunty Jane

She wasn’t really my aunt, she was our next door neighbor many years ago. Jane was from Croatia, she met her husband, Chester, when he was a GI at camp in Italy helping to resettle displaced persons after WWII. They lived in the brick bungalow next door to us. Chester was a great neighbor, always helping everyone out, that’s how he died, shoveling snow for old Mrs. Rasmussen. He was only forty, leaving his Croatian war bride a widow to fend for herself. I had just turned 17 and felt sorry for her and something else, you see even before Chester passed, she spent most summers in her back yard tanning in little European style bikinis. She had a body like a movie star’s and always turned a rich Mediterranean brown by summer’s end. She didn’t have what I would call a classically beautiful face, her eyebrows were thick and her nose was a little too big and slightly off center, but she had what today, I would call fuck me eyes and never lost her Croatian accent.

My mother told me that I should volunteer to take care of her lawn and clean her gutters, the kinds of jobs men were supposed to do back in those days, and I readily agreed and rang her doorbell one sunny afternoon a few months after her poor husband had passed.

“Hi, Aunty Jane, my mom said that I should um, you know, ah cut your grass and stuff this summer.” I realized how stupid it suddenly sounded to be calling her aunty, especially when she opened the door wearing one of her little bikinis, as if she were just about to start a tanning session in the back yard.

“That is very kind of you, Robert.” She began to tear up a little as she said it and I didn’t know what to do.

“Gee, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think about Uncle Chester, I mean, ah, I could come back another time…” I shuffled my feet on her porch, but couldn’t keep my eyes off her 40 year-old tight Croatian body, noting that her nipples wear poking through the thin fabric of her bikini.

“No, don’t be silly, sorry sometimes I can’t help it, I feel so all alone, that you would help me is really very special, Robert, please come in.” She opened her screen door and took my hand and pulled me inside before I could say anything.

Her living room furniture was covered in plastic, I don’t know why people even bothered to have rooms like that back in those days, they were like pictures that no one ever used. She took me back to the kitchen and sat me down in a chair.

“Are you hungry, Robert, surely a growing young man such as yourself is hungry. I’ll make you a sandwich.”

“No Aunty Jane…”

“Stop with that Aunty stuff, I am not that much older than you.” She put her finger on my lips and bent over me. Her face inches from me and her fine Croatian body right there. I could feel a thunderous erection developing.

“I’m not hungry, Aunt, I mean Jane.” When I spoke her name like that, it had the effect of leveling the playing field, even if I was a young inexperienced punk who hadn’t even reached second base at that point in time.

“What, a strong young man not hungry?” Her eyes seemed to dance at this, as if she were asking a totally different question.

“I could cut your grass right now if you’d like?” I wanted to do something for her, anything to make her happy, to feed those eyes of hers.

“I am afraid I couldn’t pay you, Robert, with Chester gone, it’s been…” She turned her face away from me, again with more tears and I just wanted to hold her and tell her it was going to be okay.

“No, I don’t want money, never!” I slapped my hand down on her kitchen table. “You’re my neighbor, Uncle Chester was always helping everyone, it’s time we paid you back for his kindness.”

“Oh my dear sweet boy!” She pulled me from the chair and hugged me crying openly. “Sweet, gentle boy!” She began kissing my forehead. I tried to pull back, my cock was rigid and I did not want her to feel it, but she wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.”

“It’s nothing, I mean anyone would have done the same.” I felt her body, the fullness of a mature woman in my arms. I will remember it till the day I die, my sweet Aunty Jane.

“But what’s this, Robert.” She pushed me back a step and looked directly at my crotch. “This won’t do, no, no we can’t have you so excited like this.”

“I’m sorry, I ah, er, um, I mean, you are just so beautiful, I ah, couldn’t help myself.”

“Ah, so you think I am sexy, Robert, is that it, is that why you want to help me, so you can think about me and then play with that cock of yours?” She sounded genuinely upset and I felt humiliated, I mean sure I really wanted to be a good neighbor and help her, but yes, I had been masturbating to the image of her for years and having been this close to her was only going to make me do it more.

“No, please don’t think that, I want to help…”

“So I am not sexy to you?” She interrupted me with a little girl’s voice and changed her entire demeanor in an instant. I have never met another woman who could act so convincingly and change from moment to moment like she could.

“Yes very sexy, I mean, you know, you are a beautiful woman.” I was bright red with my head down, totally lost in her Mediterranean beauty, wondering how all of this was going to end.

“I am thinking I know how I can pay you Robert.”

“Please, no money, nothing.”

“Nothing is exactly what I am going to give you, Robert.” And with that she removed her top. “Do you like nothing, Robert? Should I give you more nothing?”
She smiled at me, her nipples taut, she already had tan lines and her pale pert breasts were more than I could bear.

“Yes, more nothing, please.” I stood transfixed by her, as if she were a goddess appearing to me in the wilderness.

“You like this nothing, Robert?” She dropped her bikini bottoms. It was the first pussy I had ever seen, beautiful trim black hair, pouty vulva lips, glistening clitoris rising as she spread it open with her hands and showed it to me like the proud woman she was.

“Yes, I love your nothing, I need your nothing, I want your nothing.”

She took me to her bedroom where she stripped me and lay me down, she sucked my cock to a perfectly hard upright tool that she then mounted with her incredible body and fucked me into starstruck bliss, all the while talking to me “Darling Robert, now you can call me Aunty, do you like fucking your Aunty?”

“Yes, Aunty, I want you Aunty, oh God, Aunty Jane.”

“That’s it my lovely boy, Aunty Jane wants all of your cum, give it to me, baby, cum for Aunty, make Auntie’s pussy wet and full of your young cock’s spunk, pour it out into Auntie’s wet pussy, please Robert I need it.”

I remember every detail of it, even though it was forty year ago and Jane died some years back, my sweet Aunty Jane. I came again and again that summer as Aunty Jane paid me with nothing every time I took care of the lawn or cleaned the gutters or changed her storm windows. I found a Croatian Restaurant a few months ago, I go there quite often now. There is a beautiful young waitress there who sounds just like Jane sounded when she spoke to me of nothing.

Another Daddy/Daughter Fantasy

The Daughter I Never Had

She was bent over my lap - her 18 year-old ass naked and quivering - and I had to stop and think how it had come to this. I am an ordinary guy, trust me, a woman on the street wouldn’t give me a second glance. I’m 45 with a receding hairline, wear glasses, and just squeeze into a size 38 waist. I have an ordinary looking wife who is more interested in granite counter-tops and dining room valences than sex. Once a month she consents to giving me a few quick strokes with her hand lubed and, on rarer occasions, lets me enter her missionary style for three or four pumps, making me cum outside her unkempt, hairy, pussy, which looks as appealing as furry little minx writhing in a leg trap. The only thing that I have going for myself is a three store chain of pharmacies in a small Midwestern city. I manage to hold my own against the big box pharmacies and, besides giving my wife more than enough cash for granite counters and dining room valences, it has given me the pert puckered ass of Julie.

I hired her for store number three, which is where I keep my office and where she now resides bare-assed over my lap. At first I thought she was flirting to get a raise, it wouldn’t have been the first time. I have pretty good intuition and in the past any female employee who showed an inordinate interest in me was immediately transferred to another store. I look in the mirror every morning and I know the score, I have no intention of losing half of my money in an ugly divorce only to end up with a slightly better looking wife who will give me the same quick hand jobs.

Julie was different, she came from one of the wealthiest families in town with a trust fund that will provide her with a couple of million when she turns 21. She didn’t need money, or even a job, for that matter. She is going to an old established university out east in the fall and planning on majoring in international economics, which still doesn’t answer the question: why in a world of all possible worlds is she bent over my lap and about to suck my cock?

The answer is simple, her father made a lot of money and had never spent as much as a Saturday afternoon with her when he suddenly died, his cock buried in the pussy of his “secretary” in a cheap motel on the edge of town.

Julie wanted to work as a pharmacist’s assistant. She’s a bright girl, no doubt about it, so I had work with me. I began to notice her hand lingering in mine when she would hand me a bottle of this or that and I felt her gaze when showing her d**g interactions. After about a two months I came right out and said it.

“Julie, I don’t know why you’re wasting your time here with me, but I really appreciate how hard you’ve worked. You’re like the daughter I never had. I know you want to get a degree in economics and go out and be the something something of something, but if you change your mind, you could get a degree in pharmacology and come back here to take over the stores, not right away, but in a few years…” I stopped because I was choking up.

“That means a lot to me, Mr. C, I mean you’ve been a better dad to me than my own father…” She began to cry and it felt so natural to take her into my arms and hug her, which turned the her tears into heaving sobs. I gently kissed the top of her head and her nubile body pressed into mine. She smelled like a fresh-cut papaya and I could feel my cock getting hard.

“I know it’s a stupid idea, let’s forget I said anything.” We were behind the counter in the back of the store and it was almost closing time. I pulled away and handed her a tissue to dab away the tears. She had long brown hair and a healthy body, not rail thin like so many girls her age, some might even tend to think of her as overweight, but she was full breasted and perfect in my opinion. We got a lot of new male customers with her behind the counter, her smile was that good and she had perfect white teeth. The girl was like a fucking milk commercial and I imagine a lot of guys pictured their milk streaming down her chin.

“Don’t think for a second it’s stupid, Mr. C. I’m honored that you would think of me like the daughter you never had.” I was a few inches taller than her and she looked up at me and batted her eyes. “I’m not sure I should say this, but…”

“Go ahead, Julie, anything, you can trust me.”

“Gee, okay, then the truth is I would love to call you, daddy, you know when no one else is around.” She changed the tone of her voice to that of a younger girl and rubbed my hands in hers. This had the effect of hardening my cock as nothing else had in the last twenty years.

“Julie, I er, uh, um, don’t know what to say.”

“You’d like to be my daddy, wouldn’t you? Come on I can see you would.” She was staring straight at my crotch.

“We have to close the store and…my wife.”

“Norm is up front locking the door already, why don’t you tell him that I’ll close out the registers.”

“My wife…” I couldn’t get anything else out. She touched my lips with her index finger.

“You said you wife is always in bed by the time you get home.”

“Well, er tonight might be the odd night she’s still awake.”

Julie picked the phone and dialed 50 for the intercom. “You can take off, Norm, I’ll close tonight.”

“Yesss!” Came back through the speakers. Norm liked to finish his evenings at the Patio Grill and Bowl.

“Julie, this is all happening too fast, I mean I’m old enough to be your father and…”

“And I’ve been such a naughty girl, daddy.” She took a blue diamond pill and pushed it into my mouth. “Now you won’t have any excuses!” She laughed.

I walked up front and let Norm out and locked the door. When I returned she had removed her top and bra and put her white lab coat back on. “You’re a very naughty girl, very naughty.”

“Really, daddy? What are you going to do.” Her voice now totally like a frightened little girl’s.

“I have half a mind to put you over my knee and show you the back of my hand.”

“Oh god, daddy, please don’t.” But her eyes, her mouth all told me to go ahead.

“Back to daddy’s office, no excuses.” I was firm in voice and cock.

“Please, daddy, I promise.”

“You can’t be taking pills like that and putting them in my mouth.” I took her and pulled her jeans down and bent her over my lap. “Slap, slap, slap.” I hit her beautiful ass, hard enough to leave a red mark which brings me back to the beginning. “You have to promise, never again.”

“I won’t promise, daddy, I want your cock hard, don’t you want to show it to your little girl?” She shook her ass and placed her hand on the outside of my pants and then unzipped me. My cock sprang out and she took it in her mouth.

“Why you dirty little cock sucker.” I said and pushed my cock into her eager mouth while looking at her body kneeling before me. “You’re going to get all of daddy’s cum, is that what you want, answer me!”

“Yes, I want my daddy’s cum, all of it.” She stroked me slick with her spit as she talked and then began to suck again, as I had never been sucked.

“You teasing whore, look out, daddy is going to burst.” I held her head steady and began to fuck her wanton mouth. “Take it, baby, take your daddy’s hard thick cock” She moaned and slurped eagerly. “Here it is baby, a sweet little pearl necklace! Aaarggghh.” I groaned and came hard, sending years of pent up spunk against the back of her throat, keeping my cock in her mouth until she cleaned up every drop. “Oh god, Julie, I am so…”

She sat up on my lap and began to kiss me with her mouth full of my cum. I could feel my heart rate increasing as the little diamond blue pill was beginning to take effect. “Daddy’s angel.” I kissed her over and over until my cum had been swallowed between the two of us. She spit in her hand and started to stroke my cock.

“Do you want to fuck me, daddy? My pussy is so wet for you.”

“Just let daddy get a rubber, angel.”

“No need to, daddy, I have been stealing another pill, the kind that keeps your little slut from getting pregnant. Don’t you want to feel my real pussy, daddy?”
She looked up at me with such innocent eyes the whole time stroking my cock like an expensive Las Vegas whore, I know, I paid for one a few years back. I don’t let the wife waste all my money on granite counters and dining room valences.

“Angel, my sweet dirty cock sucking angel, sit on daddy’s cock.”

She responded without needing a second entreaty, mounting me with her agile full body and slowly, oh my god, so fucking slowly, moving down on my cock. “Daddy, your cock is in me, do you like your little slut, am I tight enough for you?” She looked directly into my eyes and fucked me, me feeling every inch of her pussy walls and the urgent wet need she had to fuck me and I her. There is something so twisted and primeval when one imagines fucking their daughter, but I didn’t feel any remorse or guilt, it felt so right, if anything she was taking advantage of me, or least that’s the way I like to think of it. She sat on me for at least an hour, god bless that little diamond blue pill, it is everything good about pharmacology and more. Our foreheads leaned together and I held her around the waist until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh god, Julie, daddy’s going to cum. Daddy’s going to give you more of his cum, angel”

Her eyes were squeezed shut. She began twisting my nipples. “Give it to me, daddy, I want it all, I need it so badly!”

I bucked up and into her. She grasped my dick with her twitching labia muscles and I came. She began to cry. “Daddy I’m cumming on your cock, oh god, daddy I’m cumming into your cum. Fuck me, daddy, fuck me.”

We fucked for three more months until she left for school. I had no idea how much it was going to hurt until she walked out one late summer day and hasn’t returned since. I’m back to monthly hand jobs and occasional three pump missionary fucks with my ordinary wife. I know too much about STD’s and pharmacology to be out there playing around and I’m too cheap to give my wife half my money to try and find someone new. Julie was a gift, how many guys will ever get what I had, there’s only a handful of Julie’s out there. Finding the daughter I’ll never have was something money can’t buy.

I hunger to unwrap her, to feast on her pussy, teasing all the...

I hunger to unwrap her, to feast on her pussy, teasing all the flesh around it until I dive into it with my tongue and lick the soul of her.

This is how I love to present her to other couples, clad in...

This is how I love to present her to other couples, clad in thigh highs so ready and eager to be shared.

A little fantasy for all the men and women who would love to play daddy

A Daughter Discovered

I was thinking about her eyes while driving south from Parma, Ohio, skirting the edge of blue-black clouds fast becoming a monstrous claw of energy ready to strike from the sky. She had revealed her eyes in a cropped avatar photo and then teased me to imagine the rest of her body with adjectives like taut, pink, puffy, and shaved. Her eyes were seared into my soul as my Taurus was enveloped in a brilliant flash and I was deafened by its singeing crackle. I was in the middle of Munroe Falls, the sign at the edge of town proclaiming it “a great little place to call home”. The engine died and I rolled to a stop in front of a bar and grill called Brewster’s. For all I knew the charge could have sent me into another dimension, like an old Twilight Zone episode. Ohio has that effect on me, a timeless sort of place when one spends a lot of time on the road.

I got out to inspect the damage, feeling my body to make sure that I was the same whole person. The black roof of my Taurus looked as if the bony hand of a skeletal god had reached down to scratch it with charred, forked lines etched through the finish down to the metal.

I needed a drink and took a window seat in a Brewster’s booth and ordered a double scotch neat to watch the storm pour forth. She walked in right before the real rain began and I was struck by her eyes, rubbing my own vigorously, thinking that the odds of her eyes entering my time and space had to be a million times a million. The forces of nature had rattled my brain, I sipped my scotch and tried to compose myself by plotting the business of my business.

I sell hand tools for a living, not the greatest job in the world, but these days a man is lucky to have any job. A wrench has been a wrench for two hundred years, although most of the hands that hold them now are in India, Singapore, and China. I’m married, but not a saint. It’s lonely on the road and just as lonely when I get home. My children are grown and my wife is another story that I’ll write one day. I had discovered a new world of fantasy made for guys like me. I’m 56 and beat down like Willy Loman, only without his dreams. A man can be anyone he wants in cyberspace, where a big imagination is better than a big cock and performance is based on words, not flesh. I write raw stories about sex and post them on porno sites, letting the readers be the judge.

I’m a half-literate pervert who lives for internet connections. That’s where I found her, a young woman damaged by her father, vulnerable and powerful all at once. She had read a father/daughter story that I had written. A twisted little story that had echoed her past. She sent me a message, we chatted back and forth. Her avatar showed her eyes in shadowed black and white, mine showed my naked torso standing in a boat, not too shabby for a guy my age. She confessed the sins of her father and I told her to write them down. Our chats continued, and in a world where thoughts meet thoughts without the artifice of flesh, I became her father and she became my sweet angel dear. We recreated her twisted past and turned it into an urgent sexual event, me seated at my hotel room desk and she somewhere in space and time. Me stroking to her father’s sins, committing them over again, she, an angel vixen teasing her daddy dear, both of us concluding in a certain orgasm, mine in hand, hers in words reflected back to me.

I swallowed more scotch still shaking, not wanting to look to the bar where she sat, but then thinking that her back was turned and decided to study her nubile curves while I could. She swiveled as I stared and caught me gazing. I blushed and turned away, I had only seen the eyes in shaded black and white, it couldn’t be her, impossible.

“Was it you in the Taurus?”

“Pardon?” I didn’t hear her approach and nearly dropped the scotch from my hand.

“It was hard to miss the flash from my office.” She stood a foot away, blonde and young, her eyes two sea-green pools, dressed as if she were a real estate agent or an insurance broker or maybe both.

“Felt like I was being hammered by the bad guy in a summer blockbuster.”

“It’s a good thing you don’t have any hair.”

“You’re right.” I rubbed my shaved head and tried to smile, but must have shown a bit of hurt in my eyes, the wounded pride of once vain man.

“I think it’s cute.” She touched my head as she spoke, as if to reassure me that she had meant no insult and let her fingers linger for a moment.

“Um, I guess I had better see if my car will start and hit the road.” I finished my drink and stood up a bit too quickly, swaying as if I had had one too many.

“Steady, there, take a few more minutes, have another drink.” She intercepted me and gently pushed me back down.

“Akron isn’t that far I guess.” I sat down and placed my hands flat on the table.

“Less than ten miles.”

“Maybe a cup of coffee would help.” I mumbled thoughts that might make sense.

“I was on the phone with a client, it was like an explosion, the whole building shook.” She sat down across from me in the booth, a classic 8 oz. coke in her hand.

“Ergonomic.” I pointed to her coke bottle.

“I don’t understand.” She squinted those eyes, Christ what were the odds.

“The shape of the bottle easily fits your hand, like the way they design the wrench handles these days, ergonomic to easily fit in your hand.” I blushed realizing how that might have sounded.

“Sounds sexy.” She immediately laughed, as if to show that she had regretted the mention of sex to an older man, but it was a test of sorts, to see if I would pounce.

“Insurance or real estate?” A little misdirection to show her that I wasn’t a horny old fool.

“Insurance, pretty good, what else can you tell me?” She smiled, her tone led me on and I decided to play along.

“Your name is Ashley.” It was a popular name for a female her age, and the same name my avatar princess used.

“Lucky guess, anything else?” She looked a bit more serious now as if she were daring me.

“You have had a troubled history with your father.” I could have said a number of innocuous things that would have kept to more innocent edges, but her eyes compelled me. Her smile disappeared and her eyes became the black and white shadows that I knew so well.

“Who are you?” She whispered.

“An admirer,” I said. We both sat silent, looking into each other’s eyes.

“The lightning…” She finally spoke.

“For all I know it’s taken me into some improbable dimension. Isn’t it the way so many speculative stories begin?” I had spent too many hours reading cheap fiction and listening to charlatans on late night radio.

“Tell me how my troubled history began.” She said.

“He entered your room when you were too young for me to imagine.” My heart took up a quicker beat.

“And?” She looked at me, her eyes no longer shadowed, green eyes of truth.

“He said he was sorry.” I felt the sweat gathering beneath my armpits, I measured my breaths.

“Sorry for what?” She slapped the table with her right hand matching the thunder that vibrated the room.

“Sorry for sticking his cock between your lips and his cum running down your chin.” I whispered it hoarsely, as if made to confess after a sleepless night in a windowless room.

“Daddy.” She closed her eyes and smiled as she relaxed her body against the back of the booth. Her hands beneath the table. I knew what must be done, because fathers had been fucking their daughters since biblical times. It wasn’t up to me to judge or explain, but to carry the scene to its bittersweet end.

“Princess.” I said. She got up and I followed her out the door, down Main Street one block south through pouring rain to her storefront office covered with the words Family, Home, Health, and Auto in gold and black. She unlocked the door. There isn’t a policy that protects daughters from their dads. She led me up a stairway to an exposed brick, loft, light and airy with wooden beams and floors varnished to a high gloss glaze, open so there wouldn’t be any secret places for a father to commit his sins. Everything was placed just so, the only thing lacking was daddy’s picture in a silver frame.

“Daddy, I need to change.” A small pool of water formed at my feet and I began to shiver. She went up to a loft in the loft where I supposed she had her bed and threw down a black terrycloth robe and towel. I needed to dress for my part, or rather undress, so to speak, the rain being convenient for our little theater. She came back down in a Hello Kitty shirt, too short to cover pink cotton panties, and nothing else.

“How’s this, daddy?” She did a little pirouette, her voice suddenly small and insecure, and sat down on her pale beige leather couch.

“Here on my lap.” I didn’t hesitate to join her and put her where she belonged. I ran my fingers through her hair as she nuzzled her head against my chest. I felt the weight of her body cupped into mine and listened to her soft little sighs. “Daddy’s here, princess and he has missed you so very much.” My hands traveled up and down her aerobically toned body slumped against mine. I gently patted her ass. I wore the robe cinched tight around my waist and nothing else.

“Daddy?” She angled her head to look up at me. I took a deep breath of her. She smelled of tea and citrus.

“Yes, angel.”

“Do you think, I’m pretty?”

“You’re my beautiful princess.” I started to explore, placing my hand between her naked legs and gently moving up.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“Do you think I’m, well…sexy? Her head was still angled up but she cast her eyes down as she enunciated sexy. My right hand went to the pink cotton fabric that covered her pussy. I pushed against it and felt the soft geography of her moist lips growing thicker.

“Daddy thinks you’re very sexy.” She lifted her head and I kissed her lips and soon our mouths were open and we began eagerly tonguing one another. “Jesus, I’m sorry, so sorry, sweetie.” My cock was finally responding, erections a head game for a guy my age, I had a lot to overcome, lightning, scotch, a failed sales call, an overwhelming dream come true.

“Sorry for what daddy?”

“For what I am about to do.” I pulled back my robe and pushed her down to the head of my cock, now glistening with pre-cum dew.

“Daddy, I’m afraid.”

“Daddy needs your lips.” I pushed my cock against her limp lips and slapped it against them when her mouth didn’t open.

“Daddy, please…” I shoved my cock in when she spoke and her words turned to slurps as I rocked my hips to pump her sweet little mouth.

“That’s it angel, suck daddy’s cock.
“
“Daddy, it’s too big…”

“Just suck the head, sweetie, pretend it’s a tootsie roll pop.” She whimpered as she sucked, I lifted her panties and felt her wet shaved pubic mound. My finger easily slid up and down her slit.

“Daddy, should you be touching me there?” She held my cock with one hand and looked up at me with those sea-green eyes.

“Oh god, princess, I need your special gift.”

“But, daddy, your birthday’s in June.”

“But your gift is ready now.” I pulled off her panties and drove my right index finger into her tight, quivering quim. She moaned and closed her eyes. “That’s it, see how easily my finger slides in.”

“It feels so…” She road my finger looking directly into my eyes, hers turning from innocent to slut.

“Say it, angel.” I pulled her forehead against mine feeling the weight of her body riding my finger, squirming over it.

“Sexy.” She purred it like the cat in heat that she had become.

“Now take daddy’s cock.” I hesitated for a moment and under my breath whispered the word “vasectomy” an aside of sorts to our drama in full play and she nodded breaking character for one split second. I lifted her and slumped back a bit into the couch. “You’re going to have help daddy, take my cock and rub it on your clit”

“Will it hurt?” She was tentative in her grasp, playing her part to the hilt.

“Did my finger hurt?” I put my hand around hers and directed my cock to her swollen pubic mound.

“No.” A quiet no, as if she had been chided for a simple spelling error or failure of logic.

“That’s it, sweetie, rub it up and down.” My cock was standing as straight and thick as a Stonehenge monumental block, enjoying the silky velvet pleasure of her. She moaned and I pushed into her at just the right moment.

“Daddy!” She gasped at the urge of it.

“Take daddy’s cock and fuck it like the slut you really are.” I rammed it up her deep and hard, her ass flapping down into my lap and held her still for a bit. “This is your cock, feel it alive inside you, your pussy belongs to daddy.” My third person dialogue rendering her afloat in memories good and bad, the twists that make sex so dirty and so fucking good. She kissed me and road me without words, both of us allowing different recollections to consume us in other-worldly coital union. I finally lifted her and placed her seated on the couch and entered her with her legs wrapped around my back, driving as deeply as I could into her, wanting to possess her as if I could have her tangled around my body in fuck for time eternal.

“Baby, daddy is going to…” I was on the edge of exploding.

“Fuck me, daddy, fuck your little whore!” Her words like gasoline to the fire in my cock.

“Jesus, fuck, baby, cummmmingggg, you fucking sweet baby slut, cumming in my daughter, fuck…..cummmming.” I drove down as deeply as I could, feeling dizzy and enveloped by her eyes, wanting her to cum with me, her fingernails clawing red welts on my back.

“Daddy, yes, yes, yes, yes, oh god, daddy….” I held her beneath me, as she heaved in long wet sobbing breaths.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” I kept my cock inside her as I tried to soothe a lifelong ache, bearing the sins of her father, as if I had fucked my own daughter.

I left her on her couch, she dabbing her swollen eyes, those shadowed eyes that had so many tears to shed. I kissed her on her head as if she were my daughter and our visit had come to an end.

I had to get the car towed to a dealer in Akron. It needed a new battery, starter, and an alternator. The marks on the roof were like the marks she left on my back, “from the lightning” I told my wife, and it was true in its own perverted way. I have yet to get the bodywork done, “it makes for a good story on a sales call” I’ll say, but the truth is, it’s the only part of her that I have left.

This is how I like to take her, covered in black nylon mesh,...

This is how I like to take her, covered in black nylon mesh, with opening over her little tuft of pussy, my cock fitting so well

Down and in, into that sweet tight flesh, yes this is what we...

Down and in, into that sweet tight flesh, yes this is what we were made for

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Friday 7 June 2013

The Adventures of Jack Evermore