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“Tom, where are you going? Come back to bed and fuck me some more…”

“C’mon, Gisele, you know I have a big game to play.”

“At least cum in my mouth before you go.”

“Babe, I’d love to, but I can’t be late.”

“Fine, then I’ll just have to eat the cum you left in my pussy.”

“Aw, don’t pout. Look, after we win the game I promise to bring the guys over.”

“And I can have a gang-bang like we did in 2015?”

“I told the whole team they could do you in any hole if they got me another ring.”

“I want Edelman in my asshole this time. Mmm, and Dont’a in my cunt.”

“I promise you can have all of them anywhere you want, babe.”

“Will Gronk come, too? I want him to fuck my mouth like he did the last time.”

“You know that boy never misses a party. Now I really gotta go.”

“Tom, wait! One more thing…”

“Yeah, babe?”

“You better fucking win!”

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Learning Curves

As I slipped a second finger into my sister’s asshole, I could hardly believe we were doing this, much less that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. It started with Jess acting weird. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me her boyfriend wanted to have anal sex, but that she was too afraid. I told her that I’d tried it before and how it could be good if you know how to do it right. This got her even more freaked out and she begged me to tell her what exactly that meant. I explained the mistakes I’d made and what I’d do differently if I had it to do over. She had a million questions and only got more stressed when I couldn’t give her the exact details in a way she could understand. Finally, out of frustration, I blurted, “Do you just want me to show you?” I didn’t really mean it, but when she said yes, it turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected.

Me and Jess shared a room ever since we were little. We were naked in front of each other all the time and it was no big deal. When I started sprouting hair down there and my boobs began to come in, Jess was very curious and I’d let her inspect the changes my body was going through. Only a year later, I was inspecting her development, and we often compared ourselves without any reservation. Not long after that, my little sister heard me masturbating in the dark when I thought she was asleep. She asked me what I was doing and I showed her the wonderful new trick that I’d discovered. After that it wasn’t unusual for us to masturbate around each other, and we often did it together either side-by-side or face-to-face. Sometimes we would cuddle together in bed at night when it was cold or during a scary storm. Usually we just hugged and snuggled, but sometimes I would tickle her nipples or she would rub my butt. That was about as sexual as we ever got together.

Before I had a chance to tell my sister I wasn’t serious about my offer, Jess had her pants and panties off before I knew it and was lying on my bed with her butt in the air. It seemed weird, but also perfectly natural. I spread her butt cheeks and spit on her perfect little virgin asshole. She squealed in fear as I gently worked a finger into her. She was so tight! I couldn’t imagine a cock fitting in there. I slowly worked my sister’s hole while she moaned. I was surprised when she asked for me to stick another finger in there. I could tell this hurt her a little, but she made me keep going. My surprise turned to shock when she began masturbating while if fingered her ass. Watching each other was one thing, but this was something else.

It felt so cool when Jess made herself cum and I could feel her ring of muscles tighten and spasm around my fingers. She said it was one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. She was all giddy and silly after that and said she wanted to do it to me. I said no way, but she wrestled me down onto the bed and after a couple minutes of screaming, struggling, and hair pulling she managed to rip my panties down and get a finger shoved into my asshole. I gave in at that point and let myself enjoy the sensation of my little sister butt fucking me. I wasn’t able to resist playing with my pussy like she had, and soon I was having my own mind-blowing orgasm.

After lying around like a couple of limp noodles and talking more about the ins and outs of anal sex, we got in the shower together. Once we were all lathered up, it was inevitable that we’d end up in a naked hug, each of us reaching around behind the other and inserting a soapy finger so we could enjoy the new trick we’d discovered together. We rubbed our slippery tits and sudsy mounds together as we violated one another’s backside holes. I had three more orgasms during that shower, and my sister had at least that many. I was pretty sure we’d be cuddling together in the same bed later that night, but not because it was cold or there being a scary storm. I couldn’t wait to find out what we discovered next!

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Hard Lessons

For prpldrgn, winner of the final caption contest.

I made it very clear to my daughter from the time she was a little girl that she wasn’t allowed in that room. I run a very strict household, as her mother will attest, and so when I caught Sophie snooping around in my private room, taking in my collecting of riding crops, inspecting the various sets of manacles I’d collected over the years, and handling a few of the dozens of varied dildos on display I knew I had to teach her a lesson. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but in this case it punished the pussy. Sophie wept when she realized she’d been caught, but I intended to give her good reason to cry. She resisted at first, but soon her pants were down around her ankles and she was across my lap. I let her have the first few spanks with her thin little pink panties on, then I pulled those down, too. I used my hand judiciously to bring her pink bottom to a bright red, delivering a few sharp smacks to her exposed vulva to drive the message home that she was not to be in my special room.

It was only three days later that her mother reported that she’d found our daughter in my room astride my low buck humping herself wantonly against the hard leather surface. Apparently the lesson hadn’t been learned after all. This time I took a different approach. I stripped her mother down to nothing and bound her wrists and ankles to my St. Andrews cross, then called Sophie into the room. She was shocked to see her mom naked and spread-eagle upon my most prized apparatus. I explained that for her self-indulgent transgression that I wasn’t going to take it out on her this time, but that her mother would receive the punishment for her daughter’s disobedience. Sophie watched in anguish as I mercilessly paddled her mother’s bare ass, then cruelly striped her back with a series of different whips. When my daughter tearfully asked me to stop torturing her mother, I instead made the insubordinate child watch while I strangled my wife’s large breasts with tight ropes and dripped hot wax on them. Her mother’s screams brought the poor girl to her knees as she promised through mournful sobs never to violate the sanctity of my private room again.

The message seemed to have gotten through, and Sophie respected my rules for the next couple months. Then, late one evening, I had my wife dangling in the air face down in the sling while I fucked her from behind, and I looked up to see my daughter at the doorway peeking in at us. She quickly took her hand from between her legs when she saw me looking, but I knew what she was up to. I put aside the pinwheel I’d been casually running over my wife’s reddened ass cheeks, pulled my hard cock from her mom’s wet cunt, and signaled for Sophie to come into the room. She was scared, but also eager. It was obvious to me that a simple punishment wasn’t the solution. This problem was going to take a whole new way of thinking to resolve.

I had my daughter strip naked. I inspected her body and liked what I saw. Her eyes couldn’t stay away from my erection whenever it was in view. I was well aware of the proscription against sex with one’s offspring, but she was my daughter, which meant I owned her. She was mine to do with as I pleased. I ordered Sophie to go to her mother’s closet and find the sluttiest pair of shoes she could, put them on, and return to my private chamber. While she was gone I went to where my wife was hanging and slid my cock into her whimpering mouth and told her what I proposed to do. She nodded her assent as I pushed deeper into her throat.

This is how my daughter found us when she returned atop a pair of sleek back heels. She watched with fascination as I gagged her mother with my cock before withdrawing and letting her breathe. I selected a leather collar from a drawer and affixed it around Sophie’s neck. “If you can’t behave like a respectful daughter, then we will have to treat you like a disobedient pet.” I clipped a chain leash to the collar and commanded my girl down onto all fours. Her whole body was shaking – with excitement or fear, I could not tell. I tugged on the leash and walked her around the room. “While in this house,” I explained to her, “you are no longer a girl, you are an animal. When you come home, you will immediately take off all your clothes and put on your collar. Once the collar is on, you are no longer permitted to walk, but instead must move about on all fours like the filthy beast that you are.” I surveyed the rack of equipment and selected a set of cuffs and chains. “You will then find me or your mother so that we may decide what accessories you deserve for the remainder of the day.” I attached the cuffs to ankles and wrists, limiting her movements and paraded her around in front of her mother for her opinion. My wife’s gaze took in our daughter in all her naked glory for the first time, a lacivious smile playing across her lips. I expected her to balk at using our girl in this manner, but my games over the years have apparently rendered my former beauty queen as depraved as I. My wife’s eyes went to the walnut cabinet in the corner. “Yes,” I agreed in response to her silent suggestion. “Quite right, my dear.”

I led Sophie to the cabinet. “As our pet, you will do anything you are told. If you don’t obey, you will be punished.” A demonstration was in order. “Now, sit up!” She dropped back onto her haunches and held her “paws” up before her. Quick learner. I stepped close, placing my erect cock only inches from her face. “Lick,” I commanded. She hesitated, looking up at me with uncertainty. I gave her left titty a hard slap. She yelped when she felt the sting on her puffy nipple, and quickly began licking the head and shaft of my cock. “Good, now Daddy’s balls.” My daughter ducked her head lower and complied with my demand, tonguing my clean-shaven scrotum front, sides, and bottom. She was beginning to understand the scope of what I had in mind for her from now on.

I plucked the item I was after from the cabinet and walked my pet back to where her mother was suspended. I helped my wife from the sling and gave her a moment to restore circulation to all her limbs. After a whispered exchange, I moved back in front of my new pet with my wife at my side. “Sit up. Good, girl.” Her mother began stroking my cock in front of our pet’s face. When I was close to reaching climax, I ordered, “Open your mouth.” Once again there was a look of reservation on her face, and once again she received a sharp tit slap to prompt her compliance. Sophie opened her mouth wide. “Don’t swallow,” I warned her moments before her mom pumped my load of semen onto her tongue.

Once I was spent, my wife held her hand out and our pet spit my cum into her palm. The two of us then went around behind. “On all fours,” her mother directed. It gave me a pleasant thrill to hear that. I’d only ever seen my wife as my submissive. I’d never seen her take a dominant role, as she was with our new pet. Sophie’s mother began smearing my cum over her daughter’s asshole. “What are–” Her mom’s resounding bare-handed smack on her little rump quickly shut her up. Once her asshole was well lubricated with my semen, I carefully inserted the item I’d taken from the cabinet. Our little daughter-pet wailed in pain throughout the insertion. In time she would learn to relax and accept whatever we put into any of her holes.

I stood back and admired my creation. My wife was right, the addition of the anal plug with the long tail completed the effect to perfection. I took her for another stroll around the room – the room that was no longer off limits to my little pet.

The perverse glimmer in my wife’s eye didn’t escape me as we returned to her. I handed the least over. “You look as though you’d like a turn with our new toy.” She walked Sophie across the room and back, then ordered her to sit up, as I had earlier. My wife then turned around, backed up to our daughter-pet’s face, spread her own ass cheeks, and spoke the command, “Lick.” Sophie pulled back. “Bad girl,” her mother barked and yanked on the leash, pulling the girl’s head forward. The dreamy smile on my wife’s face indicated our pet was doing as told. I stepped up and began sucking on her fat nipples and fingering her bald pussy. It didn’t take long before my wife was cumming with her daughter’s tongue up her asshole. I wondered if Sophie was regretting her intrusion into my private sanctum yet. If she was, that regret would only become more intense because this was just the beginning. If she was getting what she wanted, then things were only going to get more interesting as time went on.

The next day when Sophie arrived home from school she did just as she was supposed to. She stripped naked in the foyer and donned the collar that was waiting there for her. She then sought me out. I took her to the room and outfitted her with the black heels, a set of nipple clamps, and (of course) her tail. My wife and I thoroughly enjoyed the new arrangement. Life was much more fun with a pet than with a daughter. A few times a week, I’d arrive home to find our toy lapping at my wife’s cunt. As often as not I’d join them, sliding my cock into my pet’s wet pussy. My dear wife had absolutely no qualms about me fucking our daughter-pet and frequently requested that I do so while she watched and pleasured herself with one of her many large toys. Sophie clearly enjoyed being our sex pet, and often misbehaved on purpose so that she could discover what new forms of punishment her owners would devise for her.

If fact, this is exactly what her mother and I are trying to determine at this very moment. Earlier this evening my wife put Sophie’s dinner bowl down on the kitchen floor. Instead of eating, our pet defiantly lifted her leg and piddled all over the floor. We rubbed her nose in the puddle and spanked her with a rolled up newspaper, but that wasn’t enough. Our naughty little pet clearly wanted to be taught a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

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Cumming Clean

Bath time was always special for me when I was a little girl. I didn’t understand why back then, but having that time alone with Mom each night was something I always looked forward to. I liked being naked, and it was even more exciting to be naked in front of another person – even if it was only my own mom. I enjoyed the feel of the soft, soapy washcloth as she ran it all over my body, and I especially loved when she’d rinse me off and she’d use her bare hand on my skin to wipe away the suds.

I was sad when it came time for me to learn how to use the shower and bathe on my own. Shortly after puberty I discovered that the nice part of washing alone was that I could spend as much time as I wanted making sure my pussy was clean. And, I must have had the cleanest pussy in my school!

Around the time I started going to college, my parents remodeled the house and put in this big, luxurious whirlpool tub. I skipped the shower and was back to baths whenever I had the time. It wasn’t long before mom walked in and caught me masturbating. It was super embarrassing, but also strangely arousing. I flashed back to all those nights when I was little and she bathed me. When she came in I froze and didn’t know what to do. She didn’t say anything, but she also didn’t leave like I thought she would. When I looked at her she gave me a big smile and a knowing wink.

Without really thinking about it, my fingers began to move again. I rubbed my clit slowly and waited to see what she would do. That’s when she slipped off her robe and I got my first look at what a fantastic body my mom had. I began masturbating for real as I watched her move around the bathroom naked, her tits swaying enticingly, her ass begging to be grabbed. All I could do was nod dumbly when she asked, “Mind if I join you?”

Mom climbed into the huge tub with me, soaped up a washcloth, and began rubbing it gently over my tits and tummy. I was just like I remembered it, only this time I understood why it felt so good. I knew then that those innocent seeming bath times were as sexually stimulating for her as they were for me. Before I knew it, my mother’s fingers had replaced mine, and soon my mom was bringing me off to a sudsy, mind-shattering orgasm. It was incredible. She then handed the washcloth over to me so I could return the favor. I’ll never forget the look on Mom’s face as I made her cum with my fingers so deep up inside of her.

Now Mom and I share a dirty bath together at least a couple times a week. Sometimes we just relax and play with ourselves. Sometimes we’ll masturbate one other. But most often we end up sucking each other off (usually more than once). Oddly enough, we never fool around outside of the tub. I guess we both want to keep our mother and daughter bath time as special as it’s always been.

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Special Feelings

It all started innocently enough when my son invited me to the park for a Mother’s Day picnic. He was a good boy despite the trouble he’d been getting into lately, but this wasn’t the kind of thing he usually did so it was a nice surprise. We ate the lunch that he made, and he was acting a little strange – nervous and tongue tied, like he was on a first date or something. He kept saying there was something he wanted to tell me, then putting it off. He then set up his phone so he could take a picture of us together, which I thought was sweet of him.

As we were both saying cheese and waiting for the flash to go off, I felt his hand slip up my shirt and grab my boob out of nowhere. I was so shocked that instead of getting mad at him, all I could do was laugh. Then the flash went off! He gave my tit a few squeezes before quickly pulling his hand away. He began apologizing immediately, but the huge smile on his face made it clear he wasn’t sorry at all. I wanted to be upset with him, but the truth was it felt pretty good. No one had touched me like that in years. I was pretty sure he could see how hard my nipples were as he continued to apologize.

We sat down and he admitted that he’d been thinking about me a lot lately, and not in a nice way. I didn’t want to encourage him, but I liked knowing that I was still able to turn a guy on – even if it was my own son. I didn’t think the park was the right place to discuss things further, and I needed time to sort things out in my head. He was pretty quiet on the ride home, but that silly grin of his never went away. It was a crazy thing to do, especially in public, but grabbing my boob like that was probably the highlight of his sexual experiences so far.

By the time we got home, I was no closer to knowing what to say or how to deal with what he’d done. I couldn’t just let him get away with something like that, but as much as I hated to admit it, my panties were just about soaked through. I had always tried to be a good mother, but getting so aroused by something so wrong made me a horrible person. Before I could decide what I wanted to do, my son took me by the shoulders and kissed me. This wasn’t a cute peck on the cheek, but a full kiss on the lips. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight. I gave up fighting when I felt his tongue pushing between my lips. I opened up to my son and took him in my arms.

His hands slid down to my ass. My head told me it was wrong, but my body said otherwise. He pulled me against him and I could feel his hardness. That’s when something just kind of snapped inside me. I needed his cock like I never needed anything in my life. I undid his pants, dropped to my knees, and began sucking him. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him. I went crazy on my boy and before I knew it he was pumping spurt after spurt of sperm into my mouth. I was never much of a swallower, but I greedily gulped down everything he had to offer. I kissed and licked his pulsing erection for a long time after that, trying to avoid facing up to what I’d just done.

Eventually, he helped me up, took my hand and led me toward my bedroom. I couldn’t let this go any further. I was the adult, I had to put a stop to it before it was too late. This is what I was thinking as he lay me down on my bed and began undressing me. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be between a mother and son. Once he had me naked, he parted my legs. His eyes were fixated on my naked pussy. I was sure he could see how stiff my clit was, and how wet my hole was for him. I had to say something to make him understand that this couldn’t happen.

I was still trying to get the right words out when his hard cock slipped inside of me. I put my hands on him with the intention of pushing him away, but instead I drew him to me and clasped him against my bare breasts. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he whispered in my ear and proceeded to give me the best fuck of my life.

We’ve been lovers ever since that Sunday in May. I keep thinking he’s going to get tired of his old mom and find a cute girl his own age, but every time we fuck he only seems to want me even more. Which is fine by me. I gave up thinking what we were doing was wrong a long while ago. As his mother, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give him. And he says he feels like he was born to fuck me. I can’t imagine anything more perfect than that. And it all began with my son taking a chance and groping my tit at the park.

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