Sisterly Love 14

Okay, many of my readers are asking why Howie isn’t getting it on more often with his sister Stephie and her girlfriend Candy. I know, I know, it’s the heart of the story, but remember it’s a long story; and the events currently being written about take place in relatively short order.

For example, Howie gets it on with his mother, the girls fight over him, and he’s sent home for a day. His Aunt Elaine arrives, and, of course, he gets it on with her and his Mom. He does call his sister and tell her what’s happening, and please bear in mind that he can’t up and leave for the city just because he wants to. He is a high school student after all. Moreover, he doesn’t want anyone finding out about his relationship with Stephie.

All of which brings us to another hurdle for Howie to surpass – and then I promise we’ll find a way to bring Howie and Stephie together again. I just ask for a little more patience on your part. Thank you — PW

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Sisterly Love 14
*** by Paris Waterman ***

The next day I all but dragged myself to school, thankful that Reggie and Becky were still suspended and I wouldn’t have to contend with their sexual needs. I was also wondering how to tell my sister about my time with my mother and Aunt Elaine, or if I should, and then remembered that I had already mentioned the possibility of getting it on with Elaine and that Stephie already knew about mother and me.

A phone call was in order. It just wasn’t needed right away. Then again, Stephie would probably call me if I waited, and decided to do just that. 

I was too tired to think it through anyway. Aunt Elaine and my mother had nearly drained me of sexual desire, or so I thought as I entered my homeroom and sat wearily at my assigned desk.

But as fate would have it, my mind began replaying some of the previous night’s more erotic events, for example–and I’m keeping this short–my aunt had a favorite thing she taught me that, according to her, intensified her orgasm, and how could I refuse that?

It involved holding her down–my mother stood guard, lest I fuck things up–and squeezing Elaine’s throat, especially her windpipe, as we fucked. There was no question of it being anything but dangerous, but she steadfastly maintained it left her with incredible orgasms. In fact, she performed the feat on my mother while I stood by later on. In return, my aunt sucked my toes while my mother fellated my cock and that was something special too.

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At school that morning, after my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Bloom, took attendance, she read off that day’s special announcements and the bell rang for first-period class. 

As fate would have it, my class was in the same room with Mrs. Bloom in which she taught History of the U.S. Government. That left the two of us alone for a minute or so and she approached me as my memory of the previous night’s debaucheries began to fade, leaving me with a monumental erection.

“Could you come up here and give me a hand, Howard?”

There was no avoiding it, I got up and walked to the front of the class where Mrs. Bloom was waiting. Now Mrs. Bloom was a very attractive 30-something blonde. She was especially attractive that day as I was noticing for the first time having emerged from my erotic reveries when she had called my name. She wore a white blouse and a black skirt that went down to her knees. The blouse had been buttoned all the way up to her neck during homeroom class, but now several had been opened and a lacy white bra was visible.

“So, I see you’re determined to live up to your new reputation, eh, Howard?”

I didn’t catch her meaning until she slowly pointed to my erection. “It is impressive. Does it ever go down?”

“Um, yeah, it does, Mrs. Bloom.” Since she was looking at my hard-on, I took a chance and peeked into her blouse. All I could see was the top of her left breast, but it was a formidable top, promising much more impressive parts further down that lacy bra.

“I was thinking, Howard, if you might be interested in a special study course I give to promising students after school.”

“I’d like to hear more about that, Mrs. Bloom,” I said still glancing, but not furtively down her blouse since she hadn’t bothered to straighten up.

“Do you like them, Howard?”

“I do…very much, Mrs. Bloom.”

“The other students will be pouring in any second, so why don’t you meet me at my house after school?”

“I can do that, Mrs. Bloom,” I said looking her directly in the eye. We were no longer just teacher-student, but man and woman, and that was thoroughly understood by the two of us.

“Of course, you’ll need to demonstrate that you’re committed to seeing this out.”

“I can be very committed, Mrs. Bloom, really, I can.”

“So I understand. Well then, 3940 West Bend Avenue. It’s a pink house. You can’t miss it.”

“Three-thirty a good time?” I asked.

“Perfect. We should be finished around five…unless you can stay longer.”

“Why don’t we play that by ear, Mrs. Bloom?” I said as two girls entered the classroom and took their seats. I turned away from Mrs. Bloom and took my seat as well. On turning back to face the front of the class I saw that the buttons had miraculously been buttoned again. Nothing left to peek at…for the time being.

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The rest of the school day flew by, well almost.

Sydnie-Ann cornered me during my lunch wanting to know if we could get it on later that afternoon. She looked good and smelled even better. I allowed my hand to wander up her leg and under her skirt, stopping at mid-thigh. Then I just caressed her warm flesh and enjoyed feeling her tremble with pleasure at my touch.

“I’d like nothing more, Sydnie-Ann, but I’m on a strict curfew at home. My mother has everything timed. It takes, according to her, twelve minutes to go from school to my house. Actually it takes sixteen minutes, but she‘s set time limits on me. So as much as I want to…I mean, look at me…” I gestured toward my groin and the ever-present bulge there. 

“Can…can you finger me? I’ll cum quick. I know I will!”

I shrugged and sent my hand to her crotch. She was soaked. Curling my fingers, I eased them under the elastic band of her panties and within seconds found her opening. 

“Oh, Christ!” she moaned as they slipped inside. Once I did, I wished I had more time to savor the moment, but we were both already in a compromising position. No need to make the moment last forever.

Looking back up at Sydnie-Ann, I caught her staring down at where my fingers had disappeared under her skirt. She made absolutely no attempt to stop me and there was no look of fear or shock on her face. She did stop breathing as she waited for my finger to plunge further into her.

Then she let loose a breath and immediately took another one in while closing her eyes when my fingers began to pump in and out. I felt her pussy swallow my fingers within her surprisingly tight and very wet vagina.

 “Fuck…” she whispered under her breath. A hand fell to my wrist, but she applied no pressure as if to push me away. Instead, she let her hand rest there as if to hold onto me more than anything. In our quiet classroom, the wet and squishy sounds of her cunt grew as I withdrew my index finger and pushed back in.

“Oh, shit.” She closed her eyes for only a second before again opening them wide to keep an eye on the door. “I shouldn’t…”

Well, I knew damn well I shouldn’t, with all the risks involved, but I did, and that made everything hotter.

I studied Sydnie-Ann’s face to give me a clue, and when my thumb rolled over a familiar little bud, her body convulsed and I knew I had found her clit.

 “Oh…fuck…you should stop…”

Only she didn’t want me to stop in any sense of the word. She was pressing down on my hand keeping it in place.

“You don’t want me to,” I replied, stating the obvious.

She turned to find my eyes. “No…I don’t…oh, yes…right there, Howie…”

I rubbed at her clit, and getting bolder, slipped my middle finger inside of her to join the index. It was a tight fit, but her reaction told me that I was doing exactly what she needed.

“I can’t…I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered. Her grip on my arm grew more and more urgent as if my fingers and arm were becoming more and more a part of her and they couldn’t leave. Her moans although quiet, were growing louder, and the smell of her pussy was becoming all the more evident and turning me on even more.

“You gonna suck my dick, Sydnie-Ann?”

“YEAH!”

“Gonna lick my balls?”

“Oh, YEAH!”

My cock was leaking pre-cum like Johnny B. Goode. I wanted to taste her, but that wasn’t feasible. In fact, we had only seconds left to us before someone would walk in on us.

 “Oh, fuck, so fucking close…keep doing that…”

“Cum for me, Sydnie-Ann. Cum for me, you little slut!”

 “I love…Uh-huh…that you still call me that, Howie!”

I was rubbing her clit as fast as possible under the circumstances.

“Oh…oh…God!”

Sydnie-Ann gripped my arm so hard I groaned. She closed her eyes and rode out her orgasm as she tried to stay as quiet as possible. It would have been comical if it wasn’t so sexy. Her breathing was erratic and a high-pitched squeal was impossible for her to keep in as she hit the crescendo of her orgasm. Her mouth opened, but no sound came from it. I badly wanted to kiss her, but even if it would have been difficult to explain the position we were in, it would have been impossible to explain me kissing her.

As the seconds ticked away and the orgasm finally became less strong, she applied lighter pressure to my arm. Instead of holding it to her, she pulled it away. Her eyes pleaded with me to allow her to do so. I did and my fingers slid from her depths.

“Too…too sensitive…” she whispered breathlessly, explaining why I had to stop touching her.

My fingers were soaked with her juices while my thumb was also damp. I placed my hand in front of my face and smelled her pussy. It was a strong odor and a sexy one at that. Waiting until she finally opened her blue eyes to look at me, I took one of my fingers into my mouth and sucked it clean. She stared surprisingly at me for a second before smiling. I did the same with my other finger and she continued to smile towards me. I would have sucked my thumb clean as well, but she moved to grab my wrist and brought the hand to her. My dick was trying to tear through my pants to get at her and she saw the bulge and laughed.

“I’ll suck it and fuck it after school, if you want, Howie.”

“I’d love that, Sydnie-Ann, but, like I said, I’m being timed. If I don’t want to be grounded after this weekend I’d better heed the time limits.”

“Then anytime, anyplace, Howie. That was a terrific cum you gave me and I really needed one.” Then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and wrapped her sweater around her skirt. “So no one sees the wet spots you left me with,” she laughed and vanished through the door as four girls rushed into the classroom.

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I arrived at Mrs. Bloom’s House at approximately 3:30 and checked my hair in the reflection of her front door before ringing the bell. I was still naive enough not to consider the possibility of her husband answering the door when I rang the bell. Fortunately, he didn’t, she did, and did so wearing considerably less than I’d ever seen her in, or expected for answering the door.

The robe she wore was almost transparent. White in color and she seemed very tired.  

“Hello Howard,” she said in a husky voice that smelled of bourbon. So, she wasn’t tired, I realized. With a deep sigh, she stepped back and allowed me to enter her living room. When I turned to face her she was undoing the ties that held the robe closed and let it fall open. I drew in my breath. It wasn’t so much her full, pendulous breasts as the fact that the woman was entirely devoid of body hair. Glancing down at herself, Mrs. Bloom said in a tremulous voice, “I shaved it off myself, for us. Isn’t that the way you young studs like it now?”

“Um, speaking for myself, yes I like it, especially on you. And if you don’t mind me saying so, you have a very attractive pussy.” 

My eyes were fixed on her full, puffy labia, the largest I had seen. Not that I had seen that many, to tell the truth.

Mrs. Bloom laughed and said, “That’s the first time my pussy has received a genuine compliment, and I thank you very much.”

Then she turned and headed down the hallway, letting the robe fall behind her and forcing me to step over it as we made our way to her bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of her king-sized bed, she patted the sheet beside her indicating that I should sit next to her. She was staring at me, her eyes locked onto mine and I wondered what would happen after I joined her on the bed.

“I guess your husband isn’t home, huh?” I managed to get out.

“Wouldn’t it be weird if he were?” Mrs. Bloom replied in a husky voice.

“Yeah…I don’t think he’d like it one bit.”

“Nooo, I suppose not. But you know some husbands like to watch. Did you know that?”

“No, I didn’t. Is that really true?”

“It is. They’re called cuckolds. They really get off watching their wives with other men, or even women.”

This was news to me, and so I let loose with an appropriate, “Wow!”

Meanwhile, her hand was on my arm, her nails scratching their way down my forearm, leaving a red trail in their wake. Her perfume was intoxicating. 

I let my eyes devour her breasts; only marginally inferior to my sister Stephanie’s, that are, in my humble opinion, world-class. Suddenly I realized her mouth was against my ear, and she whispered: “I need to remind you, Howard…you tell no one about what happens here. I want you to swear it.”

“I…I swear to God, I won’t tell a soul about what happens here, Mrs. Bloom.”

She pulled her head from my ear and I turned to face her, glancing down at her tits first and noticing that she was breathing heavier. I raised my gaze to her face and saw her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were bright.  She looked…ready.

“You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” I lied. She was gorgeous, but not as much as Stephanie, or even Candy. She edged out Regina and leapt past Becky and Sydnie-Ann by comparison.

“Oh, I like that answer, Howard!” she purred in a sultry voice.  “I really do.”

“You…you do?” I said surprised at the effect my comment had on Mrs. Bloom.

Once again I sent out a mental thank you to Candy and my sister for coaching me on proper etiquette in complimenting women.

My cock was fully erect and pants were so tight I knew it was visible and made sure to keep my hands down.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, “Let me tell you something, Howard. Those girls weren’t fighting over you for nothing. You’re one hell of a good looking boy. Those bedroom eyes with that dark brown hair, mmm-hmmm,” she nodded.  “And this…” she touched my erection with a long nailed finger,.“is quite a tempting morsel.  Why don’t you take some of those clothes off? I’m getting embarrassed sitting next to you in the all together and you fully dressed.”

As I stood up at the side of the bed and disrobed, she ran her hands over my chest, shoulders and calves before cupping my testicles and purring, “I just love a man with big balls. They seem to be better in bed than the average guy. Are you average, Howard?”

“Um, no, I don’t think so.” I managed without stammering.

Arching her eyebrows, Mrs. Bloom said, “Really? You know this, how?”

I had my answer ready and used it quickly. “You said it yourself. Reggie and Becky weren’t fighting over me for nothing.”

She laughed loudly and raucously and slid her hand behind my head and up through my hair. 

“Howard,” she said languidly, “I’ve wanted to fuck a student for a long time. Day in, day out, year in, year out, all you beautiful boys parading past me, ogling my tits and ass. I know full well most storm off to the nearest bathroom and jerk-off thinking about what they might do to me, or with me, and I’ll tell you it’s made me hotter than a two-dollar pistol.”

Her tongue grazed my ear again, but this time I stayed still and bit back a moan as her wet tongue trailed down my neck.

“But I couldn’t take that chance could I? And it would be wrong to do, but you, my dear, are certainly an exception to the rule.”

She paused, took a deep breath and said, “Just between us, I’m leaving the teaching profession at the end of this semester.”  She took hold of my erection and gave it a friendly squeeze.  “So, Howard, this is my last chance to fulfill my little fantasy.”

I started to speak, but let out a surprised moan as Mrs. Bloom started rubbing her hand along the length of my cock.

“Which means you, Howard, get to fuck your hot teacher, and I…” she squeezed a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock and laughed delightedly, “get to be the nasty little cougar I want to be.” Slowly licking her lips she gave me another squeeze, “This is going to be one young cock I’m not going to tease, I promise you.”

“Oh…” I managed and reached out to fondle the closest breast.

 “Like them, Sweetie?”

“Oh…” I swallowed as I took in her large round tits with their hard pink nipples. “They’re perfect.”

“Yeah, I kinda think so myself,” she purred as she cupped both breasts and held them up for me. “Are they as nice as you thought?”

“Better,” I said, reaching out tentatively to rub the nipple on her right breast.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” she whispered, “Play with them.  Show me how bad you want them.”

With part of my mind wondering when I was going to wake up, I placed both my hands over her tits and began fondling them. They were smooth and firm and I could feel her nipples pressing into my palms. I removed my hands and began rolling her nipples between my trembling fingertips. 

“Oh, that feels nice,” Mrs. Bloom purred.  “But here let’s make it better.”

Taking my wrist she pulled my hand up to her face where opening her mouth she wrapped her soft lips around my fingers and started swirling her tongue around my fingers.

“Oh, damn,” I said softly.

“Thinking about where that tongue will be later?” she asked as she placed my hand back on her nipple and brought the other one to her lips.

“I’ve been thinking about that for a long time,” I answered while watching her pink tongue play across my fingertips.

Lowering my hand she smiled, “So have I.” She paused to moan softly as my now moist fingers stroked her nipples. “I’ve gotten off to you, Howard, even shoved a vibrator deep into my pussy and imagined it being this nice young cock of yours.”

Her lips were parted and she was breathing heavily, causing her beautiful tits to heave beneath my touch.

“Is that all you’re going to do is touch them?” she asked, opening her eyes.  “Let’s see that so-called talented tongue of yours?”

She reached out and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me down to her chest. Eager would actually be an understatement to describe the feeling that went through me as I opened my mouth and sucked her supple flesh into my mouth. I took as much of her tit as I could along with her nipple and began swirling my tongue around it.

“That’s it…suck that tit!” she moaned as her fingers ran through my hair, “The very tits you’ve jerked off to!”

I switched to the other nipple and this time made a show of teasing my tongue around it and was rewarded with a soft moan and her whispering, “Oh, that’s soooo fucking hot!”

I moaned around her swollen nub as her hand started moving on my cock again. I began rocking my hips, my aching dick straining for release. Mrs. Bloom wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled gently. Getting the hint, I reluctantly sat up.

“Don’t worry, Howard, you’re going to get plenty of my tits, but you’re awfully excited and I think maybe I’ll help you relax before you take good care of me.

I nodded dumbly as my mind started to spin at the thought of what that meant.

“But we need to do some kissing first…is that okay?”

“Yesssss …” I croaked. I started to say something else, but it was cut off when Mrs. Bloom leaned in and kissed me hard.  I opened my mouth and groaned as her tongue entered it while her mouth devoured mine. Her hands slid up my chest and her arms went around my shoulders while her tongue danced across my teeth before her lips started sliding softly back and forth as she slowed the kiss down.

“Oh, Christ, you have such a nice hard young body!” She plucked at my nipples and I realized what it was what women felt when I did it to them. Pure pleasure.

I cupped her ass and pulled her in for another torrid kiss. Apparently it caught her off guard, but she went with it and we kissed for several lovely minutes during which I teased her anus no end.

“Where’d you learn that?” she asked breathlessly when our mouths separated.

“I can’t tell you who, but I’ve been with a couple of older women. By that, I mean older than high schoolers.”

“That how you get these high school girls, Howie?”

“Probably, but I really don’t know. I know enough to talk to girls like they’re people and not sex goddesses like most guys do. That separates me from most. I’m not the quarterback or the best looking, or best dancer, but I dress well, and like I said, I listen to them and do not kiss and tell.”

“You’re well-coached, Howie, especially the last part, not kissing and telling. Most guys can’t wait to brag about the slightest thing they get away with on a date.”

“I know. I fend off at least a half dozen questions about my sex life every day at school. It’s about the only thing guys talk to me about. I just smile and keep walking. But I’m starting to weaken. I really need some male friends. Any advice along those lines?”

“Mmmm, yes, perhaps I do. Suck on this nipple for a while, will you?”

I did, and Mrs. Bloom suggested finding someone I could trust, and then coach him on how to approach a girl. Then help him connect with a girl I wasn’t interested in.”

Letting the nipple pop from my mouth, I told her I thought that was great advice and knew just the guy to try it on.”

Mrs. Bloom murmured something I didn’t understand and yanked my underwear down to my knees. My hard cock sprang free and her brown eyes widened as she made a purring sound in her throat before saying, “Ohhh, look at that cock! Now I know why the girls fought over you!”

Reaching out, she wrapped her red-tipped fingers around my shaft and squeezed.
I moaned at the feeling of her soft hand around my shaft, and again when she squeezed harder and a stream of sticky pre-cum squirted out.

“Oh, that looks so good,” she whispered as she continued to squeeze.

I released a sound that could only be described as a whimper when she wrapped her hand even tighter around my dripping prick, causing more pre-cum to ooze out. My hips jerked involuntarily when she rubbed her palm across the sensitive head of my dick. I felt my legs start to tremble and my hands tightened on her shoulders as she swirled her hand around several times.

“Let’s get this cock nice and sticky,” she said softly and began stroking me. Her pre-cum slickened hand felt fantastic, and I let myself relax as she slowly pumped me. 

I began breathing through my mouth as my heart beat faster in anticipation of her mouth. She licked her lips and bending her head, kissed the purplish tip of my cock.

“Ohhhh, fuuuck,” I gasped hoarsely as she pulled her lips back, taking a line of my pre-cum with it.

Mrs. Bloom slurped the residue of cum into her mouth and made a show of sucking her way along the sticky trail until her lips were pressed against my cock.

“Mmmmm, you like, Howie?” she asked.

“Y…yes,” I stammered as her tongue flicked out and traced the head of my cock.

“Good. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you; after all, I am supposed to be a nasty MILF or cougar aren’t I?”

“You can be anything you want to be,” I groaned as she made a show of trailing her tongue down the front of my shaft.

“And no worries because I love to get down and dirty.”

That sentence was punctuated by her lowering her head and sucking my balls into her mouth. I made another pathetic sound as she released my balls from her mouth and began tonguing them. Her eyes were fixed on mine and I noticed her hips rocking back and forth as she swirled her tongue from one side of my balls to the other. She was still holding my cock and running her fingernails up and down. Her teasing touch was driving me crazy and my own hips started moving, thrusting into her hand.

“Oh, someone wants to cum, don’t they?” she asked.

“Yes…oh please,” I moaned as she wrapped her hand tighter around my cock.

“That’s the problem with you young boys; it doesn’t take much does it?”

“Please, don’t tease me!” I was whining at this point.

Mrs. Bloom laughed and despite the fact that she was licking my cock I began to blush again.

“No worries, honey, if I were a tease I wouldn’t be licking your cock. Now just relax and enjoy, I’m going to give you the show you’ve been dying for and I’m going to suck this beautiful cock until you cum in my mouth.”  She smiled up at me.  “Would you like that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, forfeiting any chance of taking charge of the situation. I guess what I mean is she was my teacher–a position of authority. And yeah, I know my Aunt Elaine was also an authority figure–my mother too, for that matter–and I told them what to do…at times. But I was 100% under Mrs. Bloom’s thumb.

“Play with my tits while I play with this cock of yours.”

I quickly cupped her heavy tits and began playing with her nipples. She closed her eyes and released another one of those sexy sighs. Opening her eyes, she bent her head over my cock then looking directly up at me, made a wide ‘O’ with her mouth and enveloped my cock–well half of it.

The sudden warmth of her mouth was overpowering. She bobbed up and down several times then opened her mouth allowing a trail of saliva to drool out and cover my cock. 

I pinched her nipple and moaned simultaneously just as she gobbled me up again. Now she was making sloppy wet sounds as she slurped her spit from my cock. I switched from playing with her nipples to just fondling her tits in fear I would get too excited and pinch her too hard.

I sighed softly, and again forced myself to relax and enjoy the incredible sight of my cock sliding in between those soft red lips. She kept taking me deeper and suddenly her mouth was pressed against the base of my shaft. She held me there and began shaking her head back and forth.

“Oh damn, that…oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!”

Her tongue was sliding around my cock and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. My cock was buried in her warm, wet, mouth and her nipples felt as hard against my palms as my cock felt in her mouth. Almost as good, was the sight of her ass grinding in small circles and she was beginning to moan around my cock. Blowing me was turning her on. Double damn, she was fucking hot!

I took in the red smudges of lipstick as her lips and tongue pressed hard against my shaft. She released my cock with a loud sucking sound and moaned, “Oh, that young cock of yours tastes so fucking good!” Then she winked and added, “I can’t wait to taste my pussy on it!”

Again my only answer was a sound of pleasure when she started pumping my cock in her fist, and suddenly stopped. “Fuck, I forgot! Let’s try this, Howie!”

Without waiting for my reply, she got up on her knees, gently removed my hands from her breasts and covered them with hers, then lifted her tits and wrapped them tightly around my cock. I moaned when she began bouncing up and down, causing my cock to slide between her soft breasts.

“You like that, Howie?” she asked.  “You like tit fucking your teacher?”

I thought of doing the same thing to Reggie and my aunt, and then forgot all about them as Mrs. Bloom lowered her head and took the tip of my penis back into her mouth only to let it fall away as gravity took hold. 

“YES!” I gasped, only to lose my voice when her chest rebounded and, her tongue was there to lick it.

 I was soaring…ready to ejaculate any second.

“Fuck those tits, Howie! Go on; fuck ‘em!”

 I was breathing hard and sweating, lifting my hips and sending the head of my cock into her waiting mouth; and each time the tip of my cock slipped between her lips I released a small gasp of pleasure. The feeling of her firm tits around my shaft and her wet tongue, never mind the visual of fucking her tits, had my legs shaking uncontrollably.

She pulled back, causing my dick to slide away from her cleavage. Then with a lewd laugh, she took me back in her mouth and sucked furiously.  I reached out and wrapped my hands in her thick hair, and started pulling and pushing her head, guiding it as she blew me.

Mrs. Bloom moaned along with me and started sucking even harder. 

“Gonna cum!” I croaked in warning as her hot mouth plunged down yet again and I felt my load racing toward the end of the tunnel.

To my surprise, Mrs. Bloom squeezed the base of my cock and prevented it from happening.

She gave me one last long drawn out suck then released my cock from both her mouth and the base of my dick.

I exploded.

I’d never cum this hard before. My hips were thrusting wildly as my spurting cock erupted, spewing jizm into her hair, her face, and her breasts until she grabbed it and brought it to her mouth, where it kept spurting until it ran out.

She smiled at me after that and gobs of sperm spilled from her mouth and down her chin. She swallowed what was in her mouth, and then slurped the spilled portion up with her pinky and pink tongue. 

“Oh my God,” I whispered while watching Mrs. Bloom gleefully scooping the remainder of my seed from her breasts and face and depositing it on her tongue then swallowing it.

“You–you have some in your hair,” I told her.

She nodded thoughtfully and said, “I won’t be a piggy long.” She sighed and lay back on the bed, raised her right leg, exposed her pristine pussy to me, and beckoned me closer. “It will come out in the shower a little later.”

I licked my lips at the sight of her pink smooth pussy peeking out at me from between her thighs. And when she placed her left leg on the floor leaving her legs wide open, her entire pussy was exposed to my eyes in all its splendor.

Mrs. Bloom beckoned me with her finger. “Now you eat me, Howie. I just know you’re good at it.”

I quickly moved to her and leaned in, but she placed a hand on my shoulder and said: “If I can get on my knees, you’re damn well going to get on yours.”

“Yes, Mrs. Bloom,” I whispered, “Whatever you want.”

“You should really call me…” she paused, “You know, that sounded pretty good! Maybe we’ll stick with Mrs. Bloom this time around!”  

I knelt between her legs and heard her laugh. Then she raised her leg and draped it over my left shoulder, crooked it around my neck, and pulled me toward her pussy.

I didn’t need any further encouragement and plunged face first into her peach-like pussy.

I kissed it first, partly in admiration, partly because I thought it a sexy act. She murmured her appreciation as I inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy. It was quite similar to that of my sister, Stephanie, and not unlike that of my mother.  Perhaps they used the same toiletries; I’d try to remember to check if given the opportunity.

Mrs. Bloom reached down and caressed my face, “Howie?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Right here, baby.” She said softly, tapping her swollen clit with her red nail.

“Yes, ma’am!” I croaked, and went at it with fervor, giving it two solid licks before nipping it between my lips and applying just enough pressure to make her cry out.

I learned that from Aunt Elaine.

Then I plunged my tongue into her cunny. That I learned from my sister, Stephie.

Mrs. Bloom let out a delighted squeal that told me she didn’t mind my not listening to her and as she had done, I sucked hard. I was rewarded with another squeal and a mouthful of her sticky juices. I swallowed and sighed in pleasure at the taste. I swirled my tongue around inside her, lapping enjoying the way she moaned and squirmed and imagining what my cock was going to feel like in there.

At the thought that it was going to happen, that I was really going to fuck Mrs. Bloom, I slid my tongue from inside her and started lapping up through her soft wet lips, intent on getting to her clit and making her cum so I could drown my cock into her hot little box. 

I felt a shiver go through her as my tongue flicked across her pink button, and overcame my impatience by forcing myself to work my tongue back down the length of her pussy, enjoying the sensation of her wet flesh beneath my tongue.

“Oh, my God…now look who’s teasing! Mmmmm, take your time, baby…your teacher is hot as hot can be.  She’s gonna cum all over you.”

I looked up to see her playing with her nipples; rolling them between her fingers while I returned to her clit, sucking and nipping it, this time using my teeth.

“Jesus…you do that soooo fuckin’ well!”

I tried to destroy the tiny nub and she went wild.

“Finger me! Put your fingers inside me!” 

“How many?” I asked not wanting to overstep my bounds.

“WHAT? ALL OF THEM, DAMN IT!”

I plunged two fingers deep into her sopping wet pussy and groaned at how hot and tight it was. I added a third as I went back to tracing fast circles around her clit with my tongue. 

Mrs. Bloom was breathing heavier and her hips were rocking into my thrusting fingers. I pressed my tongue harder against her swollen clit and she moaned loudly. I was moving my tongue as quickly as I could and was driving my fingers hard into her. My left hand was on her inner thigh and I could feel her trembling.

The thought that I was going to make her cum had my cock throbbing between my own legs and hoping I wasn’t pushing my luck, I added a fourth finger inside her.

“Oh, you are soooo good,” she purred as I felt her pussy stretching around my fingers.

I started pumping, easier than before, but her hips had begun to move faster. She was moaning continuously and looking up I saw her eyes were closed and her lipstick smeared lips parted as she emitted soft sounds of pleasure. 

Her fingers were busy pulling on her nipples and her heaving breasts were glistening with sweat. I was sweating as well, and my face was covered with it as well as her sticky juices. My fingers were making sloppy wet sounds as they drove into her dripping pussy and I was painfully aware of my cock aching as if I hadn’t just cum minutes ago.

Mrs. Bloom’s moans were becoming higher pitched and her legs were trembling violently. I was licking as fast as I could and started thrusting my fingers even harder. She moaned louder and then gasped, “Shove a finger in my ass!”

I hesitated until I heard her release a whimper that was as pathetic as the ones I’d been making, “Oh, come on, Howard…please make me cum!”

I removed the hand from her thigh, placed my finger at her asshole, and shoved it in. 

She let out a sound that could only be described as a scream and went off like a rocket. She cried out, “OH FUCK YEAH!” and started bucking her hips wildly.

I fought to keep my mouth on her clit, but received help, when she tightened her leg around my neck and held me fast against her cunt. My fingers were still moving in both her holes and the feeling of her ass and pussy contracting around them was amazing. Somewhere in the back of my head, I made a note to try this with my mother and Aunt Elaine at the earliest opportunity.

I was having a hard time breathing but didn’t care, although I did yell in pain when she dug her nails into my scalp and shoulders.

“Oh, fuuuck!”

Hearing that I went at her clit even harder. Her entire body tensed up then seemed to pause.


Mrs. Bloom let out a loud gasp and I felt a wave of sticky fluid gush around my fingers as her pussy convulsed. She whimpered softly, dropped her leg from my neck, and pulled hard on my hair.

“Get up here and fuck me!” she squawked demandingly. 

I was groaning with readiness as I positioned myself for the final act.

She kissed me first then I slowly turned her away from me and squeezed her tits as she guided my dick into her frothy cunt. We both moaned as the head of my cock slid through her wet portal. I took hold of my dick and squeezed it at the base. I was trying to calm myself, for I was ready to explode then and there.

This technique seemed to prolong things, and I still use it to this day. It was the right thing to do at the time, for Mrs. Bloom raised her right leg allowing deeper penetration and I was balls deep before I knew it.

I held my cock buried inside her for a moment reveling in the velvet tightness of her vaginal walls. I was moving slowly, grinding in and slowly pulling back when she kissed me again.

“You’re something else, loverboy,” she laughed.

Something must have occurred to her then for she broke off the kiss and yelled, “I’m not your fucking girlfriend, Howie–don’t make love to me, fuck me!”

She emphasized her words by driving those powerful hips into me, sending my cock plunging deep inside her. She continued to move her hips, fucking me more than I was fucking her and placing her lips to my ear, told me.

“I said fuck me! Use that hard young cock to fuck the shit out of me! Show me how good you are! Prove you’re the best!”

Her words sent a thrill through me, and so I began slamming her as hard as I could.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” she screamed as I fucked the shit out of her.

I was pulling my cock all the way out before thrusting deep inside her again. Mrs. Bloom released a loud yelp each time I did. Grabbing her legs, I pulled them from around my waist and lifting them up, placed her feet on my chest, and started fucking her even harder. She threw her head back and cried out each time I drilled my cock into her sodden pussy. Spurred on by that reaction I grabbed her ankles and lifted her ass off the bed.

I leaned into her; that forced her legs back so they were almost even with her head. At that angle, I was plunging even deeper into her and she screamed,

“Oh, my fucking God, you’re fucking the shit out of me!”

I was slamming her so hard I could feel her juices squirting out around my cock and dripping down my thighs. Her pussy was making wet sucking sounds every time I pulled out of her and again when I drove back in. 

She insisted on changing positions again and straddled me. 

Mrs. Bloom looked as good as she felt. Her tits were bouncing wildly as she fucked me–there’s no other way to put it–her sweat-slicked hair was plastered to her cheeks. Deciding to try to give her more of a thrill I brought my fingers to her mouth and she eagerly enveloped them, all four of them. She started fucking even faster.

As I howled my approval, she tendered a breast to my mouth. Of course, I took it.

“Yes!” she cried, “Oh, loverboy, I am going to take such good care of you for this! Oh, you precious baby, oh, baby! C’mon fuck your teacher. Ohhh, yeah…fuck your teacher!”

I gasped and shook the sweat from my eyes as my knees began trembling. I didn’t want to cum yet and started to slow down. Sensing what I was doing, Mrs. Bloom moaned, “Oh, look at you, you good boy, making it last for me. Here let’s slow down.”

She sort of rolled off me and sat up then patted the mattress.

“You rest, baby, let me give you a treat.”

I was so worn out; I fell out of her and lay panting for breath.

She leaned over and took my cock deep into her mouth. I moaned as she began slowly bobbing her head and I took hold of her hair and began guiding her up and down. I slid my other hand down her sweat-soaked back and ass and slipped my fingers into her soaking pussy. She moaned around my cock and I looked down watching her head move slowly up and down in my lap.

She released my cock and licking her lips purred, “Mmmm, I do taste good on you!”

Suddenly Mrs. Bloom straddled me and reached down, grabbed my cock, and guided it to her pussy. She let her weight go and we both groaned as she impaled herself on my cock. Pushing me back against the pillows, she took my face in her hands and kissed me again, but softly this time.

I moaned into her mouth as she began sliding her hips back and forth, slowly riding me. I relaxed and placed my hands on her hips. I pulled and pushed gently, guiding her hips as she teased my cock with her hot pussy. I didn’t mind the teasing; I was catching my breath and was enjoying the slow sexy kiss we were sharing. Mrs. Bloom was making soft noises in her throat as her tongue caressed mine and her pussy worked my cock. I slid my hand up her back and through her wet hair while wrapping my other arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me.

I could feel her sweaty tits pressing into my chest and began to envision us showering together. Mrs. Bloom pushed against my shoulders and sitting back on my thighs, raised her arms over her head as she rode me.

“How do I look, Howie,” she gasped, “How do I look fucking you?”

“Amazing,” I whispered, then leaning forward took a nipple into my mouth.

She moaned and put her hands on my shoulders, closed her eyes, and continued to ride me as I sucked on first one nipple then the other. 

“Yeah, amazing is exactly the right word. I can’t believe how your youth adds to the sexual excitement.”

I didn’t quite understand her comment, but couldn’t deny how incredible her pussy felt. What I’m struggling to say is that the urge to cum kind of faded away when she suddenly stopped moving and got up letting my dick fall from her cunt.

“Let’s try a different position, Howie…my delicious Howie.” Mrs. Bloom then got down on her hands and knees, and resting her arms across two pillows wiggled her ass at me.

“Ohhh, Howie, my little lamb chop, I intend to milk every drop of jizz out of that marvelous cock swinging between your legs!”  

I didn’t think all that much about what she was saying, except for the lamb chop part, but acted accordingly, getting behind her and taking hold of her slender hips I drove my cock into her so hard her arms slipped off the headboard and her head surged forward and hit it with a loud thump. Undaunted, she didn’t complain at all as I began hammering away at her, pounding my cock into her as hard as I could.

“Oh my fucking God, Howie!” she screamed as she put her hands on the headboard and braced herself so she could thrust her hips back into my plunging cock.

“That’s it, baby! Fuck that pussy! Fuck your slutty cougar of a teacher, show her what a man you are!”

I tried my best. I know I was slamming into her with such force that my balls were slapping against her pussy and my dick was starting to hurt. That was a feeling I’d never experienced before, and when I gave it some thought it scared the hell out of me.

I slowed down then felt something brushing against my balls and belatedly realized it was her fingers going after her clit.

 
“Oh yeah, precious,” she crowed.  “Lemme cum on that big cock, let me feel that big, hard cock in my pussy!”


I started to slow down more, but she cried out, “Did I tell you to slow down?”

“N…no, ma’am,” I panted.

“Then don’t!” she called out. “Fuck me until I cum. I got you off, you can last a little longer. Make me cum one last time, baby!”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and resumed pounding the shit out of her.

I could only hope she was close to achieving her climax because I was close and knew I wouldn’t be holding it off much longer.

Opening my eyes I saw her blond hair stuck to her sweat-slicked back and reached down and grabbed it.

“Yeah!” she called out, “Pull my hair! Fuck me like the slut I am!”

Unfortunately, her words turned me on as much as my pulling her hair turned her on, and I gasped as I felt myself approaching the point of no return. I looked down again, taking in the sight of her amazing ass, and as I felt the cum beginning to race through my cock, desperately plunged my finger into her asshole.

“Oh, yes!” Mrs. Bloom screamed.

I moaned loudly as she started grinding her hips into my plunging cock and her pussy tightened around it. She lifted her head and released a long, loud wail of pleasure that turned into a series of sharp yelps.  I lost all control and started jerking my hips hard into hers. Her hot pussy was convulsing around my cock and after a couple of more hard pumps, I moaned and tried to pull out.

“No!” she cried out, freezing me where I was, “Inside! I want to feel it! I’m on the…ohhhh, yeah…it’s…”

I didn’t hear anything else. I was cumming and cumming and cumming. I recall that even when I stopped fucking she kept going, rocking back and forth into me, keeping my cock inside her. I leaned against the headboard as the last of my sperm dripped into her and I hoped like hell that she was on the pill, for we hadn’t used any rubbers.

Mrs. Bloom sighed softly and eased her pussy from my dripping cock. I let myself fall back and tried to catch my breath. She sat up and brushed the wet hair from her face and gave me a pleased smile.

“Damn, Howie, you did it. You fucked the shit out of me.”

I looked at her ass and she laughed. “Not literally, silly, figuratively.  I can’t remember when I’ve cum so hard, or so many times. No, I never have. Howie, you’re the greatest!”

Mrs. Bloom covered me with kisses, and minutes later whispered, “Anything you want to do, I’ll do it with you, sweetie. Anything!”

“Um, could…could you…?”

“I said anything, Howie. You want to try anal?”

“No…yes, um, I don’t…that’s not what I…”


“Okay, Precious, what it is you want? I won’t get mad at you. I swear I won’t. You want to pee on me?”

“No…Mrs. Bloom, could you…um, could you show me where your g-spot is?”

“What? You want to know how to bring me even more pleasure? Why you darling, boy!”

Once again she covered me with kisses, this time they were extended to my asshole as well. Then she remembered my request and stopped kissing me.

“Okay, let’s show you how to find my g-spot.”

She had me get between her legs then placed them on my shoulders. I brought my face right up to her pussy and waited for further instruction.

“I’m pretty saturated right now, but normally a woman isn’t quite this wet, so your job is to see to it that she is. You’ll know when she is, Howie, I know that much about you. So assuming she’s properly lubricated, you send at least two fingers into her. I’d recommend the trigger and middle fingers. Let’s also assume you’ve been fingering her for a few minutes and she’s thoroughly aroused. Please don’t go looking if she isn’t, that’s critical. So, you’ve got her ready, and you’re working the two fingers, now turn your palm up and start making a come hither motion with them. 

“In doing so remember you’re looking for a sponge-like pad. It’s not all that big, but it has a different texture to it than the rest of her vaginal area. The pad is the g-spot.

“Rub it and watch her reaction. Then do what comes naturally. She should orgasm in short order.

“Now I’m certainly wet enough, have a look at mine.”

I did exactly what she’d told me to.  I found the padded surface and began rubbing it.

“Oh yeah…” Mrs. Bloom sighed. “You’ve got it buster. Now finish me off!”

She was cumming hard in less than three minutes and lay panting on the sweat-soaked sheets.

“You had better take a shower and get on home before someone starts asking questions about where you’ve been.”

“That’s easy – I can say I was with Reggie.”

“And what if Reggie’s already called your house looking for you?”

I needed no further prompting, but hopped off the bed and ran into the shower.

Of course, she joined me there and took special care to wash my balls and bring me off with a lovely blowjob while pretending to dry me off with a large Turkish towel.

Just before I left her place Mrs. Bloom said, “Howie, there’s going to be a lot of young women who’ll owe me for what I’m going to teach you. You’re already a special lover, but we’re going to make you even better. You can’t tell anyone, and I mean anyone about us. Understand?”

“Yes, of course,” I replied.

“Good, now I’d like you back here next Wednesday around four-thirty.”

“Fine, I’ll be here,” I said.

“We’ll experiment with anal intercourse then. I haven’t done it ever, so you’ll be getting a virginal ass. Won’t that be special?”

“yes…yes it will.”

“Oh, and I’ll get yours as well, Howie. Tit for tat, as they say. See you Wednesday,” she said with a smile in her voice.

I skipped down her driveway.  I hadn’t skipped in years, but I felt like a six-year-old on Christmas morning.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Open Door Policy 37

Open Door Policy 37
by DirtyMindedMom

We got home the afternoon of the day after Gary’s birthday.  We had slept in late following a night of passionate, incestuous debauchery.  Then, as soon as he woke up my son was back on top of me, jamming his cock in my pussy before I was even awake.  I loved every second of it.  I had to pay more for the late checkout, but it was worth it.  I’d almost forgotten how good it felt to be fucked so thoroughly.  Sure, I’d had a few since leaving my husband – that one-night stand, and once with Cris – but nothing like what my son gave me.  My pussy was already feeling sore, but it was a good sore.

Right when I came through the door, Val ran up and gave me a big hug and planted a kiss on my lips.  That kiss came with a liberal serving of tongue.  I wasn’t sure why she was so revved up, but I didn’t hate it.  I couldn’t help feeling a pang of guilt – like I was the other woman having an affair with her boyfriend behind her back.  The fact that her boyfriend was my son only made the guilt sharper.  She groped my ass, then went to Gary, kissing him in much the same manner, only he got a leg wrapped around him as she humped herself against his crotch.  My guilt shifted to a confusing form of jealousy.

Vera and Cris came out of the bedroom then.  Vera’s hair was a mess and her cheeks were flush.  Cris had that sheepish smile of a boy who’d just been caught with his cock out.  They had been up to something.  As Vera approached with an incriminating smile of her own, I noticed by the sway of her lavish breasts that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  Not that I had any complaints.  She leaned in and gave me a friendly hug, and I could smell cum on her breath.  It appeared that she had taken ample advantage of the alone time with her kids while we were away.

“Did everyone miss us?” I trilled, knowing they didn’t.  On an impulse, I reached out and groped one of Vera’s loose tits playfully.  She responded with a mock gasp of surprise.  I loved the freedom to casually molest my friend in front of her children without any consequences.  Val was apparently feeling the same as she openly fondled Gary’s hard-on through his jeans.  It was uniquely satisfying how comfortable we had all become with each other.  I was tempted to pull Vera’s sweat pants down and start eating her puss right there on the spot, but I decided to wait and enjoy the sexual tension I could feel in the air for a little while longer.

“Where did you guys go, anyways?” Cris asked, his attention divided between his mother’s nipples poking up prominently from beneath her t-shirt, and his sister shamelessly working his friend’s hard cock for all to see.

“How about I tell everyone all about it later, after dinner?”  I gave Cris a smooch on the cheek and patted his butt.  “How does that sound?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, okay,” Cris muttered, clearly hoping I was going to grab his dick or shove my boobs in his face.  He wanted to be part of the action.  I decided to leave him hanging and intensify the sexual tension just a little bit more.

“Gary,” I said, “can you bring my suitcase into our room and help me unpack?”  He separated himself from Val, dutifully got my carry-on, and followed me to our bedroom.  I really didn’t need any help, but I didn’t want him getting too distracted with his girlfriend.  There was no way this was all going to work if I didn’t figure out a way to deal with this new upwelling of jealousy.  I never had a problem before – when I looked at it as him belonging to her, but now that I’d had him back inside me, he felt like he was mine more than ever.

Once in the room, we went about getting ourselves sorted out after our night away.  I was tempted to close the door but managed to hold back.  The open door policy was still in effect, I reminded myself.

As I unpacked my little case, I had to laugh.  I’d packed four different sets of lingerie for our first fuck.  I decided to not let them all go to waste.  I stripped and put on the one I had almost worn last night.  I pulled the white stockings up my legs and settled the lacey tops at mid-thigh.  I stepped into the garter belt and got it into place just above my hips, then clipped the straps to the stockings.  By that time, I could feel my son’s eyes on me as I wiggled into the flimsy pink corset that left my tits on full display.  I loved that even after a night of naked lust, he could still be mesmerized by my body.  

I bent over unnecessarily to put my pink thong on.  It felt so naughty putting my asshole and pussy on show for my lustful son.  I decided to leave off the panties.  I wanted my cunt to be naked and ready for action.  Damn, how could I be that horny after getting fucked so many times just the night before?

“Damn, Mom, you get hotter every day,” Gary said with a horny gravel to his voice.

I turned and saw that he was holding his hard cock in his hand, gently stroking it.  I went to him and dropped to my knees.  His cock was there in front of my face.  I looked up at him with pleading eyes.  He inched forward and rubbed his cockhead against my lips.  I opened up and he fed himself into my mouth.  I felt a tingle run up my back.  I’d had his dick in my mouth more times than I could count, but it felt almost like the first time.

Things were different now.  We weren’t just mother and son any longer, we were lovers.  His cock had been inside my pussy.  He had fucked me.  My son had fucked my cunt.  Everything was new again.  I took him as deep as I could without choking.  His hands lightly held my head as I slowly moved his cock in and out of my mouth.  I could taste my own dried juices on him, left over from the night before.  As if I needed any more evidence of my crimes.

Yes, I understood that what I had done was wrong.  It wasn’t right for a mother to fuck her son.  Nor was it right for her to masturbate in front of him, or to jack him off, or to let him eat his mom’s pussy.  Or to suck his cock, for that matter.  But I had done all those things.  We had done all those things together.  So why not fuck?  Why not do what two people do when they are horny and they love each other.  Why shouldn’t my son be able to put his cock in my cunt?  Why shouldn’t all mothers be able to know the pleasure of fucking their son?  It seemed only natural.  It’s what every boy wants.  And no matter how much we try to deny it, it’s what every mother wants as well.  We want that forbidden cock.  We want to love our sons in every way possible.  We want them inside us.  It’s the way it should be.

Gary stiffened and his cock swelled against my tongue.  Cum was suddenly pumping from him into my throat.  My whole body went limp with the joy of the sensation.  I swallowed my boy’s semen.  I gulped it all down and wanted more.  I sucked his cock harder, trying to extract every last remnant of his seed.  It tasted wonderful.  The flavor of his sperm-laced ejaculate filled my senses.  I was the luckiest mom there was.  

Gary chuckled and pulled away, his cock too sensitive to let me continue.  I stood, grabbed him in a tight hug, and kissed him.  My tongue darted into his mouth, and he didn’t resist despite the taste of his load still being fresh.  He pushed back, and his tongue was in my mouth.  It roved hungrily, running along the inside of my teeth, exploring, probing, not the least bit bothered by the flavor of his own cum.  He was the sexiest man I’d ever been with, but he was still my boy.

“I love you, Mom.”

The sincerity of his words hit home with me.  It wasn’t just the automatic recitation of that phrase like we so often hear.  He meant it.  There was real feeling behind it.  And it wasn’t a son saying it to his mother, but a man saying it to his woman. I fought back the tears, feeling silly for getting so emotional after performing such a perverted act on my son.  

“I love you, too,” I managed to get out.  He gripped me in a strong hug and the tears came.  I could feel his love, and not just because of his hard-on pressing against my belly, but through the spirit his body infused into mine.  We were connected in so many ways.  Not only as mother and son, but as lovers in mind and body.  Yet…somehow, so much more than lovers.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he whispered throatily into my ear.  

I was tempted to fall back onto our mattress on the floor and spread my legs for him.  “Not yet,” I struggled to say.  “I want to let our roommates in on our secret tonight.”  

He cocked an eyebrow, asking if I thought this was a good idea.

“It’ll be fine,” I assured him.  “I was thinking that not only could we tell them, but maybe we could show them.”

His leering smile was all I needed to know he was willing to go along with my depraved plan.  

“In that case, I’m going to head out there and see if I can get everyone warmed up for the show.”  I slipped into my pair of silvery high heels, bent over provocatively to fasten the straps, then headed out to join the Ramos family with my tits, ass, and pussy on display for all to see.

~ ~ ~

My barely-there outfit had the effect I was hoping for.  Vera was putting dishes away in the kitchenette when I came out of my bedroom.  She did a double-take and a broad smile lit up her face.  She gave me a slow look up and down, her hand going to one of her boobs and giving it a squeeze through her t-shirt.

“You make me think I have too many clothes on,” she said suggestively.

“Maybe you should fix that,” I said back even more suggestively and continued on into the living room.  Cris was involved with his phone playing some game or something.  He looked up as I came in, put his phone aside, and gawked openly at me, my boosted up tits, and my naked pussy.  His smile came with a wolfish lick of his lips.

“Looking good, Mrs. Harden,” he commented, feasting on my goodies.  I did a little spin so he could add my bare ass to his view of things.  “Looking very good.”  He lifted his phone and started taking pictures.  I shouldn’t have let him, who knew where they would end up, but instead, I posed, pinched a nipple, opened my pussy lips, then turned and thrust out my butt before spreading my cheeks to give him a shot at my naked asshole.  I instantly wanted to see how the pics came out, but I played it cool and strutted across the room in my heels as if it were just a normal day around the house.  That’s when I heard a squeak of happy surprise behind me.

Val came out of her room and saw me in all my pornographic glory.  Her eyes were bright with excitement.  Her hand went straight to her crotch.  She didn’t seem the least bit hesitant to grab herself in front of her brother.  I knew they had been fooling around, but it appeared they were no longer bothering to hide it from the rest of us.

“Are you trying to drive us crazy?” Val asked in a way that let me know she was more than willing to be driven crazy. 

I sat down on the easy chair and opened my legs as wide as I could.  “What makes you say that?” I responded coyly.

Val gripped her crotch tighter through her jeans, looking at my lewd display with great longing.  “I so want to eat your pussy right now,” she whined and moved closer.

“Get in line,” Cris challenged her, his hand now grabbing at his crotch.

“You two settle down.  There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”  It was cruel, but I loved having that kind of control over them.  I’d always been shy about my body, and embarrassed at showing any sexuality, but my life had transformed.  Sex with my son, and with the Ramos family had opened something in me that had been dormant for too long.  Sitting there, with my cunt openly visible to all, was not only a huge turn on, but gave me a sense of power I’d never known before.  It was all I could do not to start playing with my clit right there on the spot.

“Oh, what have we here,” I cooed when Vera emerged from her room.

She had changed out of her sweat pants and t-shirt into her sexy underwear.  She had on her black bra with sheer material barely holding in those wonderfully fat tits of hers.  Her dark areolas were only accentuated by the gauzy fabric.  Her matching black, lace panties were pulled up tight against her crotch, doing almost nothing to hide her patch of dark pussy hair that showed through.  She struck her own pose upon arriving in the living room with the rest of us.  Her son didn’t miss the chance to snap a few illicit pictures of his mother.

“Shit, Mamãe, this is torture,” Val commented, looking at her mother with as much lust as she had looked at me with.  I couldn’t help feeling a little proud that I was responsible for turning this nice family into a horny pack of incestuous perverts.  Not long ago I would have been ashamed for even thinking such a thing, but now I looked at it as a crowning achievement, and soon I would be a major beneficiary of my lascivious schemes.

Gary joined us wearing just a pair of loose basketball shorts, his hard-on blatantly tenting the front of them.  Val looked at her boyfriend and rolled her eyes.  She went to him and yanked his shorts down.  Gary didn’t try to stop her.  She gripped his cock in front of everyone and went up on her toes to give him a kiss.  There was that twinge of jealousy, but it was tempered with the thrill of seeing her touching his cock with her family looking on.  This was going to get confusing.

“Joanne,” Vera said as she did all she could to tear her eyes away from the sight of her daughter going to her knees and sucking my son’s cock.  “Can we talk about some things?”  She motioned toward my bedroom.  I assumed she wanted me to eat her pussy for her, or vice versa.  It was cute that she was too shy to do it in front of everyone.  I wanted to force the issue, but decided to make it easy for her.  I needed to build her confidence before pushing her limits further.

I stood and walked to my room, feeling Cris’ eyes on me the whole way.  I kissed Gary on the lips as I passed,  wanting to drop down and share his cock with his girlfriend.  Instead, I continued on, kissed Vera on the lips, and went to my room.  She came in behind me and closed the door.  I thought about reminding her about the open door policy around here, but let it go for the moment.

I sat on the mattress, letting my legs fall open, once again putting my pussy on show.  Being so vulgar was becoming an addiction for me.  Vera turned and looked me over.  It was clear that she wanted to jump me, but she held back.  

“I want to confess to you about when you were away,” she said and sat down on the mattress with me.

“I’m not a priest,” I answered with a light chuckle.  “I can’t absolve you of your sins.”

She nodded, more seriously than I would have liked.  “No confession like that.  I do a lot of bad things after you leave yesterday, and last night.  Bad sex things.”

“You dirty slut,” I teased, still trying to lighten the mood.  “Tell me everything.”

“First I play with my pussy to make myself come,” she began, her eyes cast down in shame.

“Nothing bad about that,” I said, trying to sound as reassuring as I could.  “You do that all the time.”

“But this time I do it on you bed.”  She paused, as if giving me a chance to admonish her.  “I came to you rom to borrow the penis toy, but I start playing too soon.  I fall on you bed and don’t stop fuck myself.  It feel very exciting for me in you bed thinking of you and Gary.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” I told her, and stroked her bare arm to show I wasn’t angry.  “I think it’s hot that you did that.”

“Then Valencia come home and catch me in you room.  She see me with legs spread and toy penis in my pussy.  I don’t like that, but she come in and get on bed.  She say about how much she like to lick on you down there, and wants to try the same for me.  I say no, we do enough bad things already, and we can’t do more.  But then she go down between my legs and I no stop her.  I let my daughter lick and suck on my pussy, just the way I let you do.  I say no again and again, but she no listen to me.  Her mouth make me very horny, and I start to say yes to her.  Then, before I know what happen…I…I…”  A sob caught in her throat and she couldn’t look at me.

“You came in your daughter’s mouth,” I finished for her.

She nodded and covered her face.  “I am bad mother.  Before I could say to stop, Valencia get naked  and put her cunt on my face.  She beg for me to do for her.  I no want to, but then I lick and suck on her pussy anyway.  She grind on my mouth and she get the orgasm two times.  She make my face all wet with her juice, and I love it.  I know it so bad, but I like it too much.”

I couldn’t hold out.  I leaned back and began fingering myself.  “You and your daughter ate each other out right here on my bed?  I fucking love it.”  I dipped two fingers in my hole, only to find it sopping wet.

Vera stood and pulled her panties down.  Not a move I would normally have expected from her, but obviously things had changed.  She sat back down, faced me, and spread her legs.  She watched me finger myself for a few moments, then joined me, parting her thick lips and running her touch along her very moist, pink slit.

“Then Cris come in and see us naked.  I tell him go away, but he take off his clothes and I see his hard cock.  I don’t care about doing right thing, and I want more sex.  I say for them to make the fuck so I can see.”  She stopped and wiped away a tear before it could fall to her cheek.  “I tell them…my own children…that I want to see them do sex together.  It is too horrible, but I am too horny to think in a good way.  My daughter spread her legs open wide, and her brother put his cock to her cunt.  I look at them while they do it, and I put the dildo penis in my pussy, and think like it is Cris cock in me.  I think how I want my son to fuck his cock in my cunt.”

Vera inserted two fingers into her pussy hole as she said this, most likely imagining it was her son’s cock inside her.  I knew exactly how she felt.  I knew the desperate longing, the guilty desire, the struggle to resist the temptation.  But I knew something she didn’t: the euphoria of surrendering, the freedom of abandoning propriety, the deep pleasure of giving in to your carnal need for your son’s hard penis.  Once you do it, you can’t think of why you wasted so much time fighting it.  Once the deed was done, there was nothing standing in the way of having everything you wanted.  The shame, and guilt, and fear didn’t entirely go away, but it certainly became manageable in light of the incredible bond that came with being intimate with your own child.

I smiled and leaned in close to her.  I took hold of her wrist and gently took her plunging fingers from her yearning pussy.  “I don’t want you to come yet,” I whispered and kissed her.  I lifted her hand and sucked at her juices there on her fingers.  I almost broke down then and went face first between her legs.  But I stayed strong.  “I have an announcement that I want to make to everyone.  When I do, you won’t seem like such a bad mother.”  We kissed again, our tongues playing sensually as we did.  I wanted to push her down on the bed, mount her face, and indulge in the mutual pleasure of a lesbian 69.  But, with an effort, I once again stayed strong.

I took her hand, this time to lead her out into the front room with everyone.  I was still decked out in my lingerie that covered absolutely none of my naughty bits.  Vera was in nothing but her see-through bra, having shed her panties while in my bedroom.

Cris was still sitting on the sofa, his pants down around his knees, his hard cock gripped in his hand.  There was no cum that I could see, so he hadn’t done anything more than tug himself as he watched his sister suck his friend’s dick.  Gary was settled into the easy chair, his shorts left on the floor where he had stood when Val pulled them down.  Valerie, or Valencia, was half on his lap, half on the arm of the chair, playing with his balls.  Val, herself, had her blouse unbuttoned.  With no bra underneath, her pert tits stood out in an erotic display of feminine youth.  I couldn’t tell if she had finished him off with her mouth, but it didn’t matter…my boy could come three times in quick succession and keep on going.  I’d learned this for certain last night in the hotel room with him.

Cris looked past me to his mother.  The hunger in him was obvious.  Vera went and sat next to him, turning her back.  He knew what she wanted without needing to hear it.  He unclasped her bra and slid the straps from her shoulders.  His hands swept around to the front, moving deftly up under the sheer material, and cupped his mother’s full breasts with confidence born of experience.  Vera hadn’t told me the whole story of what went on while we were away.  She had done more with her son than she let on.

I went and sat on the other side of Cris, crossing my legs.  I didn’t do it out of modesty, but to keep from playing with myself straight away.  I wanted the attention to be on what I was saying, not on my pussy.

“Well, as you all know I took Gary out for his birthday last night.  We had a lovely dinner to celebrate him turning seventeen.  My boy is almost a man.”

“Mom,” Gary griped, his cheeks showing red.  How could he not blush when his girlfriend sucks his cock in front of her mother, but he goes all bashful when his own mom makes an innocent comment?

“Sorry, hon.  Then, when dinner was done, we retired to our hotel room.  And that’s where I gave him his present.”

The room was quiet.  Val held Gary’s balls, no longer fondling, just holding.  Cris’ hands hand gone still on his mother’s breasts, his fingers poised atop her stiff nipples.  Vera broke the silence.

“What was present?”

I paused dramatically, I loved the anticipation that hung there.  I uncrossed my legs and spread them wide.  I moved my hand there and with two fingers spread my lips open.  Cris leaned forward to get a better view.  Val licked her lips, and leaned in a bit herself despite being halfway across the room from me.

“I gave him this,” I said straight out.  No one reacted at first.

Val looked at Gary.  Cris looked at his mom.  Was I saying what they thought I was saying?  Nobody wanted to ask.

“That’s right,” I said looking at each of them in turn.  “Before last night I had let my son see my pussy.  I had let him touch it.  I even let him eat me out.  But last night…last night I let him fuck it.  My son fucked his mother’s pussy with his cock.  A lot.”

Val squealed and gave Gary a huge kiss.  I was relieved by that reaction.  Cris just sighed an envious, “Wooowww…”

Vera let out something between a gasp and a groan.  It was impossible to tell if she meant to express disapproval or grudging envy.

“You no really do that,” Vera said sharply.  “You only say to make me feel better about bad thing I do.”

I clapped my hand onto her son’s bare thigh and gripped him tight.  “I think your mom is saying that she needs proof.”

Cris just shrugged, his eyes wide with his own disbelief.  I stood, crooked a finger at Gary.  Val let go of his balls, and gave him space to stand.  I turned and bent over at the waist, placing my hands on the coffee table and looking Vera straight in the eyes.  She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe I was about to do what she thought I was going to do.

My son stepped up behind me and put his hands on my naked ass.  “Are you ready for this, Mom?”

“Ready.”

He teased his cock along my gash, then eased into my dripping wet fuck hole.

Val squealed with delight, Cris half sood  and gave Gary a high five, and Vera turned her face away, maybe in anger, or maybe it was jealousy.  Either way, she couldn’t deny the truth.  The truth that my son was fucking me right there in the middle of our living room for all of them to see.  I’d never felt so alive.

“How does that feel?”

“Awesome, Mom,” Gary answered, but the question wasn’t so much to him as it was directed at my friend.

“You like how your mommy’s cunt feels wrapped tight around your cock?”

“Fuck, yeah.”  He held my hips and banged into me.  We’d done it at least a dozen times just the night before, but it felt like I hadn’t been fucked in forever.  I didn’t know if my legs would hold out to the end of this.  I was too far gone to turn back.

Next thing I knew, Val was there next to me, bending over and supporting herself on the coffee table just like me.  Was she going to try to steal her boyfriend’s cock right from my pussy?  The little bitch.  But, when I saw her signal to her brother, and he shed the rest of his clothes, I was able to relax.

“There’s something I should tell too,” Val giggle.  “Me and Cris are fucking also.”

Chris moved up behind his sister and worked his cock into her tight pussy.  “Sorry, bro,” he said to Gary, “but I saw her first.”

Gary laughed.  “Can’t blame you, dude.  If she was my sister I would’ve fucked her a long time ago.”

Vera, with her back still to us all, crossed her arms and made a noise of reproach.  It was hard not to laugh at her antics after everything she’d done over the past weeks.  This woman was as depraved as any of us, but she still felt like her standards were higher than ours.

“C’mon, Vera, you know you want to look.  Don’t you want to see what it looks like for a mom to get fucked by her own son?  I know how much you like seeing your son put his cock in your daughter’s pussy.  Her pussy that you like to lick, and suck, and make come all over your face.”

She shook her head but remained right where she was.  Her show of disapprobation was made all the more comical by the fact that she herself was naked.  Even as I considered what to say next, I could already feel my first orgasm approaching.

“Don’t you want to see the cock you sucked going in and out of a nice wet pussy?  Oh, but wait, there’s two cocks here that you’ve sucked, isn’t there?  You sucked my son’s dick, and you sucked your son’s cock.  Or maybe you’ve had your fill of cock today…you already sucked your son’s cock today, didn’t you?  You already filled your mouth his cum, yes?  He came in your mouth, and you swallowed it down.  You ate your boy’s cum this morning, is that right.”

Cris, a sublime smile on his face, opened his eyes, looked at me with an impish grin, and nodded.   

“You no have to be so dirty,” Vera reprimanded.

“Oh, but I do.  How can I not be dirty when my son is fucking my cunt?  Or when I see a sexy brother and sister humping like horny dogs?  Or when I see a hot naked lady sitting on my sofa pretending to be angry.  Oh…fuck…I’m going to come…don’t stop…give it to me…”

I lost all interest in convincing my recalcitrant friend to loosen up and join the fun.  Gary’s cock felt somehow bigger than it did the night before.  Maybe it was just because my pussy was swollen and sore from the relentless sex we’d had the night before.  Those good feelings were swirling around down below, ready to come together in a symphony of pure pleasure.  I reached out and rested a hand on Val’s naked shoulder.  I wanted to feel connected to them, to their energy, to the magic of their indecent lovemaking.  And I wanted them to feel the same connection to our indecency.  What we were doing was undeniably wrong, but doing it together made it seem almost acceptable.  It was incest in its most dissolute form.  Sister fucking brother.  Mother fucking son.  We were sick and twisted, but we were sick and twisted together.  That somehow made it feel not so aberrant.

“Shit, I’m going to come,” I wailed, not caring if the neighbors, or even someone out on the street, could hear me.  “Fuck me!  Fuck your mother’s cunt, baby!”

“I’m ready too,” Val whimpered.  “My brother is going to make me come all over his big cock.”

“That’s right, slut,” Cris growled.  This was followed by a sharp smack.  Val yelped in response to being spanked.  “Your brother is going to fuck you good.”  He and Gary exchanged a fist bump.  It was immature macho crap, but for some reason, it turned me on.  Maybe it was just the exhibitionist in me getting a thrill, or maybe that my pussy was enough of a reason for a young boy to celebrate.  Before I left my husband, I didn’t think any part of my body was worth celebrating, much less my used up old twat.  But all that had changed.  I loved my tits, I was proud of my butt, I had a confidence in my asshole that I’d never had before – enough so that I was willing to show it off to just about anyone who wanted to see it.  

I reached around and spread my butt cheeks.  Gary sucked his thumb for a second, then plugged it into my proffered butthole.  Chills ran up my spine, and just like that my orgasm was upon me. “Oh, God!  Fuck me!  Fuck my ass!  Fuck my fucking asshole!”  I was losing my mind.  Even in the frenzy of my delirium, I saw Vera reluctantly turn around.  Her face was fixed in a disapproving scowl, but when she saw the debauchery that she could only hear up until then, her expression softened.  By the time I had ridden through my orgasm, she was slumped back on the sofa, her legs wide, and her fingers aggressively mauling her clit.  That’s when Val started going off.

“I’m cumming,” she cried out.  “Oh God, that cock feels so fucking good in my pussy!  Harder!  Fuck my cunt harder!”  

Even though I had just had my own orgasm seconds earlier, I wanted what she was having.  Fucking Gary was beyond amazing, but Cris’s cock was a lot of fun, too.  Vera focused on seeing her daughter come on her brother’s cock and grabbed a fistful of tit.  She’d seen this play out before, but there was obviously something about watching her kids fuck that did it for her in a way nothing else could.  But, as soon as Valencia came down off of her peak, Vera yanked her hand away from her own pussy, made a fist and punched the couch cushion next to her.  She hated herself for once again giving in to the sinful indulgences she couldn’t seem to resist.

“Damn, Mom, I’m going to come,” Gary moaned behind me, his cock steadily pumping in and out of me, our flesh slapping together with each thrust.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.  Fill Mommy’s cunt with your sperm,” I cooed more for Vera’s benefit than his.

“No,” she insisted.  “A boy no should do that in his mother pussy.”  The anguished look on her face made me question if she was trying to convince me or herself.  “Is bad, very bad…and it is no natural to do that…it is against…”

She was going to say against God, or maybe against the Bible, but the words died in her throat upon recognizing that she was pulling at one of her nipples and tapping her erect clitoris even as she was admonishing us for our bad behavior.

Chris pulled his cock out of his sister and went to sit next to his mom.  He put his arm around her, pressing his naked body to hers.  She stiffened at first, then relaxed into his embrace.  His cock stood up proudly, its veins pulsing, all slick with his sister’s sex juices.

Gary let out an aching groan, and pushed himself as deep into me as he could go.  I would have sworn he was trying to get back into my womb.  His fingers dug painfully into my hips as he unleashed his orgasm into me.  I’d had the same experience the night before, several times, but there was something about the primal nature of your own son filling you with his vital sperm that transcended any other sexual experience.  He humped into me for the duration of his orgasm, then went still, his cock still buried inside me.  Val leaned in and kissed me lovingly, groping one of my dangling boobs as she did.

“You right,” Vera said to me.  “I am bad mother, but you are worse.  You are whore for you own son.  You let him fuck his cock in you pussy, and let him make the cum in you.  That is no what a mother is to do.  That is most bad thing.”

“Mama, don’t say that,” Cris said softly.  “It’s not so bad.  I think it’s good what they’re doing.  I think it’s good for a mom to love her son enough to let him have sex with her.”  As he made his case, his motives were transparent to everyone in the room, including his mother.

Vera thought over his words, her fingers absently combing through her thick bush of pubic hair.  Cris leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, then on the lips.  She didn’t pull back or try to push him away.  Vera looked at me with a pained expression.

“She is worse mother…but she is more happy…more happy than me…”  She let out a sigh of exhausted resignation, and fell back onto the sofa.  Her attention went to her son.  “You want to fuck with me?  Your own mother?  You no care how bad?”

“That’s the thing, Mama, I don’t think it’s bad.  I don’t think you’re bad for anything you’ve done with me or Val.  We all love you and want you to be happy.”

“And you think to put you cock in my pussy make me happy?”

“Yes.  I think you want it as much as I do.”

“Maybe you right.”  She parted her legs, opening herself up to her son.  “We can do…just one time…”  She reached down and spread her meaty cunt lips, exposing the wet pinkness within.  “You see you mama’s cunt hole?  This is what you want so much?”

Cris seemed to be frozen in place, unable to believe what was happening.  Slowly he nodded, then climbed on top of his mother as if expecting to wake from a dream at any moment.  As his cockhead zeroed in on her open cunt hole, Vera let out a small sob.  Whether it was a sob of regret, fear, or joy, it didn’t matter because moments later he son’s cock was pushing inside of her.  

Her son was entering her by way of the same passage he had come out of her.  The circle was complete.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sisterly Love 13

Sisterly Love 13: Aunt Elaine
*** by Paris Waterman ***

Climbing off the bus the following morning, I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t let the excitement of my Aunt’s coming to visit that night take away from the John Travolta-like walk from the opening credits of Saturday Night Fever I had practiced since the girls fought over me.

I had been right to think I would be the talk of the school today, especially since Becky and Regina were suspended for the remainder of the week.

Both boys and girls peeled away as I strolled down the corridors en route to my classes. By lunchtime, I wasn’t thinking about anything else other than bedding my aunt and her gigantic tits that night and had a perpetual boner to prove it. The guys saw it and laughed as they nudged one another. The girls took note as well and tried to hide their interest, but fell short since I expected them to check me out and more than once met their eyes with mine, followed by a knowing smile that had them flushed and embarrassed and not knowing what to do, or how to act.

Except for Sydnie-Ann Jablonski, who approached me in our Civics class. 

“Nice boner you have there, Howie. Who is it for?”

“Hi, Sydnie-Ann. You noticed, eh?”

“Everyone’s noticed, even Mrs. Kranick, but I think she’s seen a few of them in her time.”

“I, um, talked with Reggie after the um…” I said.

“I know. We talk a lot, Howie. So what she wants to know is: what’s the deal with Becky?”

Now Reggie and I had gotten together already and agreed that her fighting Becky over me was stupid and that they had already agreed they would share me on an every other day basis. I had to assume Sydnie-Ann was acting on her own and not with Reggie’s permission, so I tried to dig deeper into her reasoning and asked, “What do you mean, what’s the deal?”

“She didn’t seem pissed at you. After what you pulled she should have been furious. I mean, she fought Becky in front of the whole school over you and that got her suspended.”

I decided to be honest with her. “Sydnie-Ann, Reggie and I have made up. We’ve even resolved the Becky thing. I had hoped she would have included you in her plan and maybe she has but hasn’t told you yet. See, they, and I mean, Reggie and Becky are going to share me on an every other day basis. No hard feelings. No jealous tantrums, and no fighting.”

“Sharing equally.”

“How Reggie works you in is her decision. I like you just fine and I’m willing to keep going with the both of you. But it’s Reggie’s call. I hope you understand. I really am sorry if this comes as a surprise and hurts you. I don’t mean to do that, but I couldn’t let things go without telling you.”

A few minutes later, it appeared our little moment had ended until she scooted over a bit more to push against my leg. We were way too exposed to do much else and this didn’t seem like much, though Mrs. Kranick looked our way and sharpened her eyes. We continued to pretend we were going over our notes while I whispered, “I like you, Sydnie-Ann. I especially like fucking you.”

“Me too,” she replied.

“We’ll work it out. I won’t let you be cast aside. I like you more than Becky for sure. Maybe you, Reggie, and I can get together this weekend.”

“Oh, I’d like that, Howie.”

“Are you two studying or having a personal conversation?” Mrs. Kranick said, ending our talk for good.

Sydnie-Ann kept staring at me. She didn’t cry and for that I was grateful. She did however pack up her things and leave the classroom moments before the bell rang.

I couldn’t stand being the center of attention and not have anyone approach me to ask the apparently unaskable question: Had I screwed both Reggie and Becky? So I cut the last two classes of the day and went home to a massive surprise.

~ ~ ~ 

I don’t recall being unusually quiet as I entered the house. Perhaps I was, but if so, it wasn’t intentional. I saw the suitcase two steps into the living room and knew my aunt had arrived.

I stood stock-still and listened. They weren’t talking…the television wasn’t on…why was it so quiet if my mother and Aunt Elaine were in the house together?

From my mother’s bedroom, I head a long drawn out sigh. I took off my shoes and carefully placed them on the carpet and edged toward the bedroom on stockinged feet. 

I hadn’t expected to see them kissing on my mother’s bed. 

They lay there, arms entwined, wearing only panties and bras. My mom wore a garter belt and dark stockings as well. They looked beautiful together as they held the kiss and fondled each other’s breasts.

I slowly resumed breathing and reached down to clutch my erection through my slacks.

“Oh, it’s been so long, Rach,” Aunt Elaine said huskily as she pressed her leg between my mother’s legs.

“Mmmmm,” my mother whispered, humping her younger sister’s thigh in return.

They both giggled as if recalling a moment long ago, which of course is exactly what they were doing. And they kissed again. I watched as my mother’s tongue slid easily into Elaine’s slightly opened mouth and my aunt pushed her leg deeper between my mother’s. 

I realized at that moment that I was almost sick with jealousy at my aunt’s being where I lusted to be. My cock was so hard I couldn’t feel anything else.

Ending the kiss, my mother lifted one of my aunt’s tits from her brassiere and put her mouth to it, sucking wantonly while Elaine calmly unsnapped mom’s brassiere and her lovely breasts spilled into my aunt’s hands.

Elaine moaned with pleasure as Mother moved her head and tugged lightly on her dark nipple. I wished desperately that it was me making her moan with so much pleasure. I watched, still squeezing my cock, as Mother’s moist lips opened, pursed, and then her pink tongue joined the pleasure-giving celebration around the enlarged, brown nipple.

Elaine purred as she straightened her back so as to thrust the nipple further into my mother’s mouth. Her eyes were closed in silent pleasure and her hands fiddled with the front clasp of Elaine’s brassiere. It sprang apart and my eyes were greeted with the excitement of my aunt’s breasts; two round, wonderful, firm melons gleamed in the soft light as the brassiere was tossed aside.

Elaine moaned loudly as my mother rubbed the strap marks away, her hands swirling all around the newly freed orbs.

“Shhhh!” my mother hushed nervously, and then giggled.

I watched her fingers pulling on Elaine’s large nipples, twisting, gently pulling, rolling them between her fingers, as my aunt writhed with pleasure, still mouthing my mother’s nipple. I watched as she opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked more of her tit into her mouth, and then let it slide glistening from her lips. She kissed each nipple once briefly and leaned back to let my mother suckle on her breasts. As she assumed this posture, her leg pressed harder against the crotch of my mother’s panties.

I couldn’t stand it any longer.  As silently as possible I lowered the zipper of my fly and carefully eased my cramped cock out. I glanced down at the white pole jutting before me and saw the tip was already oozing precum, and absentmindedly smeared it around with my

thumb, and then decided not to touch it just yet for fear of ejaculating all over the place.

“Elaine…what have you got us into?” my mother laughed.

Elaine gasped as the soft breath of my mother’s mouth lingered over her nipple. Then my mother planted a series of soft kisses over both breasts and said, “You have such pretty breasts, Elaine!”

And then the nipple disappeared between my mother’s lipsticked lips and I could see her begin to suck. I could tell that her tongue was bathing the stiffened nipple as her mouth suckled. Her head turned pulling the nipple away from the big soft orb of Elaine’s breast and then with a soft pop, snapped from her mouth.

Elaine moaned with pleasure and her hands lifted and squeezed my mother’s breasts.

Mother gasped with pleasure and that sent Elaine off in search of other treasure. Her hand stealthily moved to the gusset of Mother’s panties and began making small circles. At the same time, she was nipping at biting at each of Mother’s nipples in turn, leaving both of them panting with excitement.

Moments later they were kneeling and facing each other, locked in a torrid kiss. Their swaying breasts were perfect in the soft light. Then they shuffled together and the undulating tits made contact and I watched their utter and complete pleasure as they moved them against each other. Again and again, they pressed and rubbed their breasts together and kissed. It was beautiful; perfect and beautiful.

“Are we really going to…?”  I heard my mother say.

Wordlessly, Auntie Elaine slipped her fingers into mom’s panties and began sliding them down her generous hips.

“Ohmigod…” I heard her mutter.

But she helped her sister take them off, and I watched the ring of pale pink nylon sail across the room. My aunt shucked her own white panties off in a quick swish of motion and the two were nearly naked at last. Only the sexy dark stockings and pink garter belt remained. 

“Me first,” Elaine said quietly.

I watched her breasts hang down pendulously as she kneed her way along the soft creaky mattress and knelt in the Islamic bow position between my mother’s legs. Caressingly, she parted her legs and raised my mother’s knees. She kissed the dark patch of hair and slipped her hands under her bottom. Elaine moved her head from side to side and kissed some more. The light and their positioning were not good enough to see exactly what was going on. I could only see my aunt bury her face and lips deeper between my mother’s wide spread thighs.

The curve of Elaine’s ass was like that of a classic Greek statue, full, mature, ripe, soft, wonderful. Occasionally she would rub her cheek against mother’s stocking, or kiss her thigh just above the dark band of the stocking; then kiss her way down the triangular path of hair now glistening with moisture from her deep, sensual kisses.

“Come here…” my mother whispered.

Aunt Elaine turned around so that my mother could kiss her pussy too. They struggled with the position but finally, they were a lovely mass of soft feminine curves for me to stare thoroughly enthralled at. Slowly and lovingly the lips and heads delved into the secret crevices between their legs. They wrapped their arms around each other, molding body against soft body. I could hear little moist sounds, moans of pleasure, little words of love exchanged. First one and then the other body jerked and strained hard and more moans of pleasure drifted up to my ears.

Then they lay back for a moment, exhausted, before turning to face each other with a kiss on the lips.

My mother’s clit seemed to be pressed against my aunt’s thigh. She groaned and arched her hips upward. Elaine’s mouth was now pressed against Mother’s ear. I saw her tongue dart out and lick it and almost came without having stroked myself.

From the top of the ear, she ran her hot tongue around to the ear lobe. Then she gently started to trace the inside of my mother’s ear. Then she sucked the ear into her mouth. A wave of sexual pleasure overwhelmed my mother.  She moaned loudly as my aunt continued sucking on her ear. Elaine’s hips were rocking back and forth against her thigh. My mother could not stop herself from humping back.

Elaine’s tongue left her ear and began traveling down my mother’s neck. She began bestowing little sucky kisses to the top of my mother’s shoulder. My mother moaned and turned her head. Elaine just went on with those sucky kisses only now it was to the other side of her neck.

It was evident to me that my aunt was driving my mother crazy with this technique, and I memorized it and would use it on Reggie and Becky and Sydnie-Ann within the week; and again the next time I was with my sister and Candy.

It occurred to me that I was watching sisterly love first hand. A second later, I realized that what I had with Stephanie was also sisterly love, and then and there I decided to tell my mother about Stephie and me; only not just then.

My mother, unable to take any more of this sensuous treatment, seized her sister by the neck and brought her mouth to her own, kissing her almost violently.

Elaine’s hips began grinding against Mother. I could only assume she was masturbating herself that way. The thought of it added to my arousal. 

My aunt parted Mother’s legs by slipping a thigh between hers. Then she raised one leg so that her pussy rested comfortable against my mother’s pelvis. If she needed to masturbate herself against Mother, then Mother was certainly making it easy for her.

It was clear that Elaine was close to her climax. Mother must have known this too, for she reached out and took hold of Elaine’s right breast and brought the excited nipple to her mouth.

Sweat was dripping off Elaine’s face. She was breathing heavily as my mother bit down hard on her nipple. My aunt was tribbing with all she had. (I would only learn the term ‘tribbing’ later after discussing what I’d seen them doing.)

The bed began squeaking louder and louder and I thought it might collapse from their almost violent activity.

“Don’t moan so loud, Elaine, he’ll be here soon we don’t want him to catch us like this,” my mother cooed into her ear, and then began kissing her mouth before moving to her neck where a vein could be seen throbbing wildly.

“Oh God…Oh God… I‘mmmm…going to…ooohhhhh!!” 

Elaine’s hips went wild as she came and began riding the waves of her orgasm.

I’m pretty sure Elaine’s orgasm touched off my mother’s as well, for she was suddenly grinding crazily against her sister, masturbating by rubbing her cunt against Elaine’s inner thigh. My mother was actually grunting and snorting pig-like and the sweat flew off her in all directions before she reached the point of unbounded pleasure and squirted her love juices for what seemed the longest time but in reality lasted only twenty or twenty-five seconds. She did, however, thoroughly saturate the bed sheets and Elaine and herself in the process.

They were both laughing hysterically when she finished. “That was incredible, Rachel. I’ve never had two orgasms in a row like that. God, that felt good!”

My mother sat up slowly, and wiped the sweat from her lovely face. Then she looked down at Elaine’s pussy. My aunt’s legs were wide open; her pussy lips swollen and wet. She brought two fingers to Elaine’s cunt and touched the puffed-up lips. My aunt groaned happily and rose up to meet the inquisitive fingers.

“I’ve never seen you this wet before, Elaine. Did I turn you on that much?”

“Yes,” My aunt moaned. “Go on, touch me some more. I can cum again….”

My mother began to slowly rub her vaginal folds.

“Ohhh, yesssss!” Elaine groaned happily. “Sooo close now!”

“Elaine!” My mother exclaimed, “I didn’t know you had such a large clit. It’s almost as big as mine.”

Elaine’s hips were rolling with the movement of her fingers. Mother was rubbing her fingers gently in an up and down motion against her sex.

Suddenly a series of erotic currents roared through my aunt. She began bucking against my mother and her next orgasm swept over her. While this was in progress, mother leaned in and kissed her sister on the mouth, sending her tongue in and out as the climax rushed to its inexorable ending. 

I noticed that mother’s fingers never left my aunt’s cunt, fingering her even more vigorously than she had before.

Aunt Elaine came again, and then pleaded that she ‘couldn’t take anymore,’ begging my mother to ‘stop, please stop.’

“Then you finger me!” mother demanded, and Elaine did, using her forefinger and middle fingers to sluice away at her cunt while rolling a thumb over the heavily engorged clit

In the surrounding silence of the house the wet sloppy sounds her fingers made sounded remarkably like that of a plunger being applied to a stuffed up toilet.

My mother exploded with her orgasm.

Elaine did a most amazing thing, and I have since adapted it for my own use in bringing my various partners to a stimulating climax. She leaned in and took my mother’s clitoris into her mouth.

I watched my mother cum several times in succession. Holding her sister’s head to her sex with both hands as she sucked and fingered her to one tumultuous cum after another.

Only then did they lay motionless on the ravaged sheets, panting hard like a pair of horses after a long, hard run through the countryside.

Neither of them heard me walk into the room. Only when I sat down on the edge of the bed did they realize they had company.

 “Oh, God!” My mother wailed in embarrassment.

“Hello, Howie,” my aunt managed a moment later.

“It’s nice to see you again, Aunt Elaine,” I said, forgetting for the moment that my strident cock was pointing directly at her face.

Aunt Elaine sat up and reached out to me, touching me softly on the face, saying, “You’ve gotten very good looking, Howie.”

My hard-on nestled into the valley between her breasts. We both glanced down at it and smiled. I put my arms around her and said, “So have you Elaine.”

“Not Auntie?” she said with some amusement.

“I think we’re long past those formalities,” my mother said as she got up from the bed and still unconcerned about her nudity said, “I’ll put some coffee on, if he tries anything that you don’t want…let me know, okay?”

“He’s so cute, I don’t know if there’s anything I wouldn’t want from him,” my aunt replied impishly.

“Elaine!”

 “We all know why I’m here, Rachel.”

“I’m not sure I do, Elaine,” I said, smiling my best smile.

My mother feigned throwing up her hands in exasperation and left the room to make the coffee. I knew she’d be back momentarily.

My aunt pointed to my hard-on and said, “Oh…I think you do, darling. That compass of yours is pointing in all the wrong directions.”

“You’re right. I confess. I’m gonna cum any second now. I really can’t hold off any longer.”

“Well, bring it here, sweetie. Let’s not waste it!”

She reached down, grabbing my firm erection and said, “You’re so much bigger than any man I’ve ever been with. I can see why Rachel has such incestuous feelings for you. So you two spent the night together—in bed?”

“Yes, Elaine,” I responded, putting my hand on her face, touching her softly. 

In turn, she carefully removed my hand and kissed me softly on the lips. I tasted both of them when I licked my lips immediately afterward.

“Would you mind if I sucked that magnificent cock of yours, sweetie?”

“No, not at all,” I answered.

Later I would realize that her form had been perfect. She knelt with her knees together, toes pointed straight out behind her and of course, her back was slightly arched. She tilted her head back to look up into my eyes, and her mouth was aligned with the head of my throbbing dick, now mere inches apart.

Elaine took her time, savoring my agony, but somehow admiring my patience in not jamming my cock into her mouth. She took hold of it, and then let it go. It rudely slapped her in the face and we both laughed.

From the kitchen, my mother called, “What’s so funny in there?”

“His monster slapped me in the face, Rachel.”

“What! Howie, act like a gentleman!”

Both Elaine and I burst out laughing.

 “No—no, Rachel,” my aunt yelled back. “I had him in hand, but lost control and it slapped me because I failed to control the damn thing. It was all my fault!”

 She stopped talking then and gobbled me into her mouth. I was kneeling on my pants and my cock was poking out of my shorts and well into her hot little mouth. Even though I was ready to explode from the moment she touched my manhood, she still took her time with me, and that made this blowjob the best one I’ve ever had. She rubbed it all over her face, watching me the whole time. Holding me firmly in one hand, she slipped the other underneath and took hold of my balls and gently stroked them.

I was in heaven.

She had to know exactly what she was doing to me and it made her go even slower. She paused, her face only inches from the end of my cock and, looking up at me, opened her mouth. Her tongue came out, like she was about to receive communion. She was getting closer, closer…in a few more seconds I’d be inside…

She pulled back abruptly. “Maybe I shouldn’t do this,” she said. “Your mother and I…” 

My heart skipped a beat, my head was spinning. I couldn’t think clearly. Was she really going to stop now? She must have seen the look of panic on my face, because she laughed at me. 

“What? You think I’m going to stop now; with a thick, juicy cock like this?  Mmmm… well, I want you in my mouth.” With that, her lips parted and her mouth slid down my pole. She bobbed slowly a couple of times and looked up at me. “Yeah, just like that,” she said, slipping me back into her warm, wet mouth.

Elaine held her body steady and bobbed her head from the neck. She went slow and steady, taking in at least three-quarters of my rod each time. Deep and slow she sucked, her eyes closed one minute, looking up at me the next. To me a woman never looks more beautiful than she does on her knees with my cock in her mouth. My aunt was stunningly gorgeous at that moment. Her ruby red lips were stretched around my tool, leaving a trail of shiny saliva on me. Her hands massaged the base of my shaft and caressed my balls.

She continued sucking me that way, and each time I thought I was going to cum she squeezed the base of my shaft so hard I forgot about cumming and we began again. 

She paused from time to time to lick the head or my balls, but each time resumed at the same leisurely pace. The pressure was building in me. It was so incredibly sensuous, the way her mouth engulfed me and drove me crazy with pleasure.

Then came the moment when she came to a halt. “It’s time you fucked me some, Howie. I want you to cum inside me. Now put it in me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice, moving down between her parted thighs, I lined the head of my tumescent cock with the steaming, wet entry to her sex. I was about to have sex with another family member. 

As my cock sank into her silky warmth, Aunt Elaine arched her back, just as her arms came round my shoulders pulling me tighter against her.

“Oh my God!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck me, Howie!”

I heard a cup fall and splinter in the kitchen–my mother was listening to us.

I couldn’t hold off any longer. I pounded away at Elaine, sliding deeper with each and every thrust until I was meeting her cervix.

The bedroom was a cacophony of sexual sounds. Flesh slapping flesh. Sucking, hissing, and grunting as we writhed, entangled in our copulating dance.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes, Howie!” Elaine groaned happily.

 “Gonna cum!” I moaned in reply.

“Lemme see it! Lemme see you cum!” My aunt yelled.

“Fuck yeah!” I grunted and pulled out of her just as the first line of jizm shot from my cock. 

“Ugh!” Elaine grunted in return as it landed just above her pubic bush, with the next spurt hitting the lower portion of her garter belt.

My aunt looked down at herself. Splatters of cum were all over her lower belly. A thick glob of it was running out of her cunt even as I shook the last remnants from my cock onto the frothy mess below.

“Oh, wow!” I gasped as the last of my climax slipped away, and I slumped forward on top of her, gasping for breath.

My aunt’s own orgasm had also run its course, and she fell back against the bed, breathing heavily.

“He’s absolutely divine, Rachel. You failed to describe his staying power and…and technique. I expect you had something to do with that.”

My mother reentered the bedroom. “No, he’s developed that elsewhere, or perhaps it’s genetic.”

“My God, he’s already awesome, Rach!”

“Isn’t he though,” my mother said and both women laughed as my mother joined us in the bed.

“Oh, look at the mess he left on you, Elaine,” Mother said as she scooped up a gob and brought it to her sister’s mouth.

“Mmmm,” my aunt purred as she sampled my sperm. My mother repeated the move, but this time brought the fingers to her own mouth and licked them clean.

“Now, Howie, be a good boy and clean the rest from your aunt’s puss and when you finish you can have your way with me.”

It proved to be a very long but rewarding night for all of us.  

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I’m Doin’

I get a lot of messages asking how I’m doing these days. I figure that for every one person who e-mails me there are five others wondering the same thing, so out of an over-abundance of ego I thought it might be a good idea do to a general update for anyone who is curious.

All is relatively well in my little world. The pandemic is largely under control here, with occasional outbreaks that (so far) have been quickly contained. The contact tracing system here is phenomenal and has gone a long way toward controlling spread. Testing has been widely available, which significantly contributes to containment. The health care system is robust, efficient, and very affordable, which means that people use it early and often, without fear of racking up huge expenses. This reduces the number of sick people out there contaminating others because they can’t afford to be healthy. I don’t want to come across like I’m bashing America, but it’s amazing what a relief it is to be in a place that has a sensible, workable, humane approach to taking care of its citizens and protecting them from a clear and present danger.

My girls are mostly doing distance learning and going a bit stir crazy. Many of the locals are back to in-person learning, but the American School that we have them in seems to be less secure about trusting everyone to be responsible. It’s a hassle, I suppose, but I don’t really mind it. I get to spend more time with my little angels, and I get to learn almost as much as they do! Of course, I’ll forget all the math I’ve picked up in a matter of months, but maybe one or two concepts will stick!

Hubby is still mostly “working” from home. I guess he could be wasting as much time at the office as he does when he’s home, it’s just that I don’t see it when he’s away at work. The good news is that my share of nooner quickies has increased exponentially! Sure, it’s usually nothing more than me bent over the bathroom sink with my pants down around my knees, but I’ll take it! I’m worried that the girls will start wondering why mommy and daddy are going to the bathroom together all the time now…

My sex life, in general, has otherwise been humming along nicely. Nothing very out of the ordinary to report, except maybe one small anomaly. I’ve been exchanging e-mails with a gentleman who has a foot fetish. It’s one of those fetishes that eludes me, and so I’ve been picking his brain about it in as much detail as I can get (which is quite a lot). In the process of him baring his kinky soul about soles, I got inspired and decided to give hubby a footjob.

This isn’t something he’s ever expressed an interest in, nor is it something I’ve much experience at, but I thought it might be fun and get me in tune with the mindset of the fetish. So, one night I told my man to lie back and prepare for the best footjob he’s ever had. He shrugged, pulled down his boxers, and quickly went from limp to hard. I, meanwhile, oiled up my feet, got into position (naked), clinched his cock between the arches of my feet, and went for it.

It felt weird, and tickly, but super sexy. It took me a minute to get the rhythm, but soon I was stroking away like a pro. That lasted for about two minutes. That’s when my legs started cramping up. This is what I get for shirking on my pilates! I struggled on despite the pain, but when my husband couldn’t stop laughing at my distress and making fun of me for being “too old for the kinky stuff,” I decided it wasn’t going to work and I finished him off with my hands.

Despite having to bail out, we both still had a lot of fun. I don’t know that the footjob will become a regular part of our routine, but it was a delightful experiment that spiced things up just enough to keep things unpredictable in the bedroom (and I got a pretty good leg workout). Speaking of unpredictable, I toweled off my feet that night, but didn’t think about it when I got in the shower the next day and discovered there was enough residual lube on my feet that I almost slipped and broke something! That would have been a treat – the EMTs showing up to haul me out of the shower naked with a broken ass. Okay, well, now that I think of it, maybe that would have been something of a thrill. Finally, a way for me to play the exhibitionist without it being entirely my doing.

So, other than that, life has been basically smooth and steady. Due to things being so toxic back in the U.S., we ended up extending our stay for another tour of duty. As much as I want to get home, I won’t feel safe coming back until things can be brought under control there. And, I suspect, a lot of that will depend on the outcome of the election. Until then, I’ll be stuck here in wait-and-see mode. The other day someone tested positive in the office my husband was working at back home, and they had to resort to remote work for everyone again. Geez – how hard is it to wear a freakin’ mask, wash your dang hands, and stand back? Or, rather, stand back and stand by…sheesh…

I love you all and hope that you’re staying safe. We’ll most likely get through this one way or another. Those of us who survive will be able to look back on this time and marvel that we made it despite all that was arrayed against us. Now put on that freakin’ mask, get naked, and have some fun with that cock or pussy of yours!

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Dildo Dilemma

I want to try something new with this post. I had an e-mail exchange with a reader who had a problem with a sexual issue in his marriage. Over the course of our exchange, I became somewhat emotionally invested. When things were finally resolved, I was so happy, and turned on, I really wanted to share it all with the rest of you.

I’m hoping that I’m not opening myself up to a flood of “Dear Abby” type appeals (real or imagined), but I’m going to take that risk because I just love how this whole thing went down. Before going any further, I want to give my anonymous interlocutor a huge thanks for being brave enough to let me share this with everyone. I think some of you might have something to learn from our interaction, and the rest of you will at the least get a nasty thrill out of it.

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From: Jay
Subject: Questions

I found your site while researching an issue I am having in my relationship with my wife. I Didn’t realize this was mostly a blog about kinks and stories. Nothing wrong with that, and I did enjoy a couple of your stories. I was wondering if I could come to you with my issue.

You see my wife wants to buy this really big black dildo. Now, I have mostly been secure about my size until she wanted to get that huge thing and now I’m not so sure.

I was hoping you could kind of walk me through this and tell me what I could expect if I go through with buying this for her. I’m hoping I won’t get replaced, or that she will eventually want the real thing.

Since you are married as well, I figured you had some insight on why my wife wants such a toy and what is possibly going through her mind. Also does this mean I don’t measure to her desired size? I’m only 6 inches.

Thanks for any help you might give.

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From: Rachael

Thanks so much for reaching out and trusting me with your little problem. (Ha! See what I did there…? LOL)

Okay, not fair – I shouldn’t laugh. But this isn’t nearly as big of a problem as you may think it is (Yes, I did it again!)

Let me start by asking a simple question…do you masturbate? If so, tell me about your masturbation habits… (this isn’t just for my prurient interest, I swear it is important to the conversation we need to have).

Hugz,
Dr. Rachael

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From: Jay

Dr. Rachael,

Thanks for responding. I honestly didn’t expect you to reply. Haha, nice puns.

I do masturbate maybe 2-3 times a week. I usually just fantasize about a recent sex session with my wife, and sometimes I watch porn (not often) and it’s usually vanilla. I’m kinda boring I guess.

Hope this info helps

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From: Rachael

So, you masturbate and watch porn. Do you think that your wife should be worried that you’re not going to need her anymore because you have your hand? Do you think she’s worried you’re going to leave her for a porn star with bigger boobs, a phatter ass, or a wildly squirting pussy? If you can masturbate and entertain fantasies without it being a threat to her, then you should be able to allow her to masturbate with the biggest, blackest dildo she wants without being insecure about it. Or, do you have a good reason to be insecure? Have you given her other reasons to want to leave you for some random BBC? Don’t you think it would only be fair to give her the freedom to enjoy her own “private” sex life, much as you have for yourself, without projecting your fears onto what she may do if she is allowed this freedom?

I put a great deal of value on my personal masturbation experiences. The things I do with and for myself in this realm have little or nothing to do with my husband. What I do with myself is completely separate from what I do with my husband. I fantasize about fucking my brother, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to leave him and become my brother’s lover. I fantasize about sucking titties, licking pussy, and grinding my cunt into a woman’s face, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to turn lesbian and run off with another woman. I have my own sex life apart from my husband, but what we have together is just as important to me if not more.

For women, there’s something about stretching your pussy to the limits with a big object that has its appeal. It’s not something most of us want all of the time, but that sensation can be very exhilarating. Just because your cock can’t give her that feeling, doesn’t mean she isn’t perfectly happy with your penis or it’s size. I’m sure she thinks you’re the perfect size 99 times out of 100. A huge cock might look good, but I wouldn’t want to have to fuck a monster dick every night. She wants that experience, but she only wants it occasionally. It would be a bad idea to deny her that pleasure because you’re afraid you don’t measure up.

You definitely won’t be replaced – you can’t be replaced. A dildo is just a substitute for a penis. There’s no person attached. Nothing there to love, nothing with feelings, nothing to react with any kind of empathy. It’s just a hunk of rubber. You, on the other hand, should be able to do better than a hunk of rubber, no matter how small your cock is! And six inches ain’t small! Don’t buy into the porn myth that most men are 10″ of pure man meat! These are the rare exceptions to the norm.

Buy her the dildo. Join her in playing with the dildo. You can be the one fucking her with the dildo. Make it a couples thing. Let her know that her pleasure is important to you, and instead of being afraid of it, revel in it. You know how many men would kill to have a woman who would express to them that they wanted to fuck a huge black dildo? Be glad that your wife is not only confiding her sexual desires to you, but wants you to be a part of it. You’re looking at this all wrong – it’s not about you, it’s all about her! Buy the fuking dildo!

I hope that helps, but if you still have any questions or concerns, I’m here for you.

P.S. And right after your wife has her first orgasm with that dildo, make sure she knows she has me to thank for it! LOL

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From: Jay

Thanks Rachael,

It wasn’t the easiest advice to accept, but you are right. I don’t know where all this insecurity came from. I never really thought much about my size until I saw the dildo she wanted and started reading the specifics. Do I have reason to be insecure? No I don’t think so. Not that I know of. I make sure she orgasms everytime we have sex.

We get along great and our sex life is good. Sex 3 times a week if we aren’t super busy or stressed. I don’t think she is unhappy – maybe a bit bored because I’m vanilla. So, I don’t think she would risk anything to cheat on me so she can try a real BBC.

I don’t really want to control her masturbation habits, fantasies, or our sex life. So, I just purchased it for her. I’m going to make it a surprise because she still thinks I’m probably not going to get it. I really want to be part of her fantasies because she is a big part of mine. Not sure how I fit in with a BBC dildo though lol

So what should I expect if I do this with her? Is this something you and your husband do? How do I use this dildo on her to give her the best experience? Should I put on interracial porn for her?

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From: Rachael

I’m glad to hear that you’re taking this step forward – or maybe already have. If you can find the self-assurance to relax and let things flow naturally, everything will be just fine. You care about your partner’s pleasure, and if you can hold on to that as a priority, things will fall into place. If you’re able to put aside ego, and accept her as she is, then the rest will follow. No need to overthink it.

My husband and I masturbate together often. Most of the time I’m just using my fingers, but sometimes I use a dildo or vibrator. He (like you) has bought me most of my dildos and he takes a great deal of satisfaction from watching me satisfy myself with them. At least that’s what he tells me. If any man was going to be intimidated by competition from a sex toy, it should be him given my growing collection of fake dicks that I like to fuck.

If I were you, I wouldn’t go into whatever is to come with too many expectations. Just dive in and be ready for anything. If there’s a sense of jealousy for the toy, acknowledge it and be willing to address those feelings once you’re no longer in the moment. If there’s a tickle of inadequacy, know that this is only in your mind and most likely not what’s in hers. All she’ll be aware of is that you’re supporting her and sharing in the thrill of exploring something new. She needs you there with her – she’s feeling insecure in her own way: Will he think I’m a slut for wanting a huge dildo in my pussy? Will he worry that I want to replace him? Should I hold back and not let him know how much I love fucking my new dildo? Will he still love me the same way once he knows what a freak I can be? Or a myriad of other fears that might be nagging at her.

Just be there for her, support her, and make sure she knows you want this as much as she does. And, maybe most important, there’s no judgment from you. The technical mechanics of it don’t matter that much – you don’t need to know what to do…let her guide you, she’ll let you know what she wants. I don’t know that putting on porn is where she will want to go right away – maybe after you two have explored some and worked out the first-time jitters. But, if it’s really about her having the fantasy of fucking black guys with big cocks, then a properly themed porn may be appropriate. In the beginning, however, it should just be the two of you exploring together. Pay attention to what she says, what she does (and doesn’t do), and how she reacts. This will be all about her to start, and once she feels safe she will open up and it can be more about you. She wants you, she wants your cock, she just wants to add a little something to that mix (or, actually, a big something).

Good luck, and I hope it all goes good for both of you. Please let me know, good or bad, how things play out!

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From: Jay

I never really thought that she would be insecure about coming to me about her fantasies. Which honestly makes me feel a bit better about myself knowing I’m not alone in this. I’m not sure if I should tell her my fears or thoughts of inadequacy about her using such a toy. I should maybe keep it to myself and only bring up if I really need to.

I’m not sure if she actually fantasies about black men or anything. I’m just assuming she does based on the color choice of the dildo she wants. It’s realistic and dark brown in color. It’s called Vixskin outlaw if you need a visual. Is BBC or interracial fantasies common among women? I have nothing against it personally and have seen a few videos, but the porn I usually watch is Amatuer couples. And I don’t really watch, I use it for the noise and jerk off imagining sex with my wife. Hearing people moaning on videos always seems to get me going.

I probably seem boring to you.

I will let you know how it turns out. Thanks for everything. You have really great advice.

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From: Rachael

Sounds like you’re taking a sensible approach to this now! I understand wanting to hold back and not share things that you may not have to. There’s a lot my husband doesn’t know about me – partly because I’m scared of how he might react, but more because I like having my own dirty secrets. Consider, too, that your wife might have some dirty secrets of her own that she wants to keep to herself because she enjoys having a private sex life all her own.

Not entirely sure about the BBC fantasy since it isn’t one that was on my radar until I got into online porn. I think it’s two separate fantasies together. Firstly, there’s the big cock fantasy. I don’t think it matters what color it is, as long as it’s big! I think the black thing is part of another fetish. It seems to be more of a thing with white women from a likely racist background. Fucking a black guy is a huge taboo for them and that’s what they’re after – the big cock is just a side bonus!

And, no, you don’t sound boring to me at all! Stop worrying about that. If you’re boring, then so am I! I’m able to talk a good game in this fantasy world of the interwebs, but in real life I’m as vanilla as almost anyone! I don’t even have a big black cock dildo! Well, I have a big dildo – it’s just not black…and, it’s on the other side of the world right now! So frustrating!

Keep me posted, you kinky, wild, freaky, pervert!

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From: Jay

Thanks again

Also we got the dildo yesterday (+lube), and we plan on trying it this weekend.

She’s been super excited since we ordered it. We’ve had sex almost every day this week. So that’s a good thing.

Still nervous, but will let you know how it goes, so no need to respond to this email unless you want to.

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From: Rachael

Have fun and good luck! Can’t wait to hear all the “juicy” details!

Don’t be afraid to try it yourself! (Just be sure to use plenty of that lube!!)

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From: Jay

Sorry it took me so long to get back with you. I’m sure you were dying to hear all the juicy details. The reason it took me all this time is because I needed time to digest and think about everything.

Before I get to the details there are things that have changed in our sex life. Sex was 1-2 times a week, now its 2-3 times a week. Sometimes 4 times. We use the new dildo about once, sometimes twice, a week. She can’t use it all the time because it makes her a bit sore (in a good way as she says).

She has more orgasms. Not necessarily because of the dildo, but because everything is new and exciting.

She likes to initiate more, and is more vocal about her wants and needs. She is more giving. She gives more oral sex. And I feel we have grown closer.

Some negatives. I still get the occasional twinge of anxiety or feeling of inadequacy. I can’t keep it from happening, but I do keep it to myself as of right now. I do want to share my fears with her, but I don’t want to mess things up while things are good. But I could definitely use some words of assurance/encouragement from her.

So, here are the details:

We went out for dinner. She had been excited all day because of our plan to use the dildo that night. I was excited as well, and a little nervous too. It’s hard not to be excited when she is. Her smile definitely eased most of my worries.

At dinner, we had a few drinks and were both acting like a couple of teenagers; touching each other under the table, laughing, and lots of flirting. We hadn’t had a date like that in a long time, so it was refreshing for the both of us.

On the car ride home it was oddly quiet. I guess we both knew that we were heading to uncharted territory. She had her hand resting on my thigh as we drove home.

Once home, and tired of the awkward quietness, I said, “Now, I think you have a special someone waiting upstairs for you,” and I swooped her up in my arms, and carried her to our bed. She was all smiles and laughing again.

Eventually, after a few minutes of heavy petting and kissing (like teenagers again) we took turns undressing each other. Once she was naked, I spread her legs apart and started to kiss her sexy legs. Starting from the back of her knees and moving upward. Repeating with the other leg. She was already really wet and I started to tease her clit with my tongue. I did this until she orgasmed.

After her orgasm, I got the dildo out and covered it with a good amount of lube. I teased her opening with it. She watched every second of it. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. It’s almost like she had to see it penetrate her. Slowly but surely I pushed the dildo inside her tight pussy. I watched her face. Her eyes went wide open, her mouth hung open like she wanted to moan but nothing came out and her hands gripped at the sheets. Once I got the fat head inside her, she let out this loud, long moan. It was one of the most sexual noises I have ever heard in my life, and my dick got so hard hearing her moan like that.

We went slow and took turns taking control of it. She ended up orgasming twice on that dildo. And afterwards she sucked me off to orgasm as she was too sore to have sex with me.

It was super exciting

The next morning, I asked if she had a good time. And she said it was amazing. As I thought about it I wanted to ask her about her choice of dildo.

This made things a little awkward.

She got really nervous and asked me to promise not to get mad. I said, “Okay, I promise.” She told me this story on how some strange number kept texting her looking for some girl named Amanda. It was some random wrong number.

I guess this guy and girl had been in some sort of sexual relationship because he sent her a pic of his dick saying, “Do you miss me?“

She showed me the messages, which I was relieved to see she hadn’t responded to. But the picture really bruised my ego. This guy was huge. He was black and fit the stereotype of having a BBC. It was as long as the dildo. Maybe 8- 9 inches long and really girthy.

She said she was disgusted and mad at first. But she’d never seen anything like it before. And even though she didn’t want it to, it turned her on. So, she kept the photo and masturbated to it several times before asking me if we could buy a black dildo.

I was upset, but I didn’t take it out on her. I wish I could be what she desires, but that’s not possible. I’m okay with the dildo, and I’m glad it’s been fun and exciting to the both of us.

I’m confused about my own feelings but I don’t want to burden my wife.

Well that’s everything.

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From: Rachael

Wow – awesome! I knew things would work out in your favor if you sucked it up and gave in to her desires. Misgivings aside for the moment, it sounds like it gave your sex life a jolt that has benefited both of you greatly. I love it!

Here’s the bottom line about your concerns…she’s not even thinking about you! I mean, she is, but she’s not thinking about what you’re thinking about. It hasn’t even entered her mind that you might be feeling inadequate or emasculated by her new toy. She knows that a hunk of plastic doesn’t even come close to competing with you, so it hasn’t occurred to her to give you any words of assurance or encouragement. Her thrilled pleasure at this new aspect of your sex life together should be all the assurance and encouragement that you need. If when you presented her with the dildo, she took it, told you to leave her alone, and then went and locked herself in the bathroom for an hour, then you could be justified feeling jealous of a fake dick. As far as she sees it, you heard her, you generously fulfilled her fantasy (which would have been a scary thing for her to admit to you), and now the two of you are exploring new sexual horizons together. It’s all working out perfectly in her mind. And it should be in yours too!

She even felt secure enough to confide in you the source of the fantasy. This kind of honesty is sexy as hell! She feels she can trust you, and believes that you are secure and confident enough to handle the fact that she got turned on by a cock that wasn’t yours. This has made her comfortable with being open with you about things that most women would hide from their partner. You’ve played this thing perfectly – no reason to doubt yourself or what is happening. It’s all good, my friend.

At the other end of the spectrum, telling her how you are really feeling is a recipe for disaster. For you to open up about your sense of inadequacy and anxiety would put a huge damper on her enjoyment, and feelings of guilt, shame, and regret will rush in to replace the horniness and excitement of your renewed sexual awakening. Stay the course, and who knows what new and even more thrilling barriers you two might break through together. I don’t think you should suppress your feelings so much as acknowledge that they are misplaced.

She loves you. She loves your cock. She loves you as a person with a flesh and blood penis that gives her all kinds of pleasure. The pleasure she gets from your cock (and balls, and the totality of you) is certainly different than the feelings she gets from your new big, black dildo – but it’s not a replacement, it’s an enhancement. If you jerk off to a woman with huge boobs (bigger than hers), does that mean you are unsatisfied with her and want to leave her for a giant pair of tits? Of course not, silly. We are all curious about other bodies, other types of people, and other genitals – it doesn’t mean much beyond that – as you already know. I like watching videos of chicks with dicks. It doesn’t mean I have any inkling of leaving my husband and hooking up with a shemale. Get all that toxic thinking out of your head, and enjoy this ride for what it truly is – a shared experience of love, trust, and nasty sex!

This isn’t the advice I’d give in most situations, but you are right to hold back and do your best to work out your negative feelings as best as you can on your own. If you adjust your perspective so that you see things from a place of understanding and compassion you won’t have to hold anything back because those bad feelings will just disappear. Maybe someday you can tell her about them and laugh. If you maintain your perspective from a place of fear and doubt, then things will only get worse for you (and her).

At the end of the day, NOTHING bad is happening. Everything you described to me sounds good – amazingly good. Don’t just hold back your feelings, but adjust your thinking so those feelings go away. Yes, what you are feeling is valid and you have every right to feel them – but I’m telling you they are coming from an unhealthy place, and you can choose to leave them behind and more forward. Embrace her sexuality. Be thankful that she wants to share this all with you. Understand that you are her everything. Know that she has sexual interests (just like you) and wants pleasure (just like you) and you are her gateway that she wants to go through to indulge those interests and pleasure. You are the key component to all this. Without you, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the sensation of having her pussy stretched by a big black cock. She wants to see how turned on you get watching her fuck that massive dick. The fact that you’re there to make her feel safe and loved while exploring what might otherwise be seen as a perverted fantasy makes it so much better for her. Without you, none of this works for her!!

Got it? Good.

Also, I just have to ask…Any interest in letting me post your experiences at my blog? I’m sure a lot of my readers would benefit from your struggles, and the sexy description of how it all went down…no pressure, just asking…

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From: Jay

Thanks. Of course everything you said makes sense. I think I can handle keeping my fears from my wife. The dildo is a big part of our sex life now.

Another interesting thing is that she tried masturbating with it by herself , but she wasn’t even able to use it. She wasn’t aroused/relaxed enough to use it and it was too big. So I guess that’s a good thing that she needs me there to get her aroused enough to use it.

I am getting over my insecurities. At least I think I am. Her joy and happiness definitely eases my worries and makes me feel better about my decision. And, yeah, I’ve been benefiting from it as well. (Lots more sex! LOL)

Of course you can use my situation for your blog. Just make sure you keep me anonymous.

You really helped me and gave me sound advice. Thanks so much!

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Okay – now I’m all turned on again! One of the reasons that I wanted to post this was because of my preference for porn about real people having real sex. Since I don’t make videos, this is about as close as I can get to that kind of true experience. I was thinking that it might give you a bit of a voyeuristic thrill to not only get a peek into a real person’s sex life, but also to get to be a fly on the wall of one of my real life e-mail exchanges with someone.

I get my share of messages that are obvious fantasies masquerading as “real” stories. I don’t have a big issue with these – this is the internet, after all, and it’s as much about fantasy as anything else – but it’s the real stuff like this that grabs my attention. Like I said to “Jay” in my opening response where I thanked him for reaching out to me, I feel honored that he was willing to trust me with his fears and concerns. I know how difficult it is to be honest about your insecurities, even when behind the veil of anonymity that the web allows. You still have to face up to who you are and deal with uncomfortable feelings, despite the other person not knowing who you are. I had to confront the fact that I had all kinds of perverted, unacceptable, and taboo thoughts running around in my head that I had been hiding for most of my life when I posted my first incest story out there. Even though no one knew who I was, I was still afraid of negative feedback and the condemnation I expected (and, perhaps, felt I deserved). So, I have to celebrate “Jay” for not only taking the chance to be vulnerable with me, but also for taking the risk of allowing all of you the gratification of listening in on our very intimate conversation.

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