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Charging a tap washer & fucked his wifeI was in the pub last night sat with a couple I have known for about 4 years, He asked me if I was working rest of the week, Said I was off Wednesday Thursday he then asked if I could do him a favour, well what I says, charges me a tap washer, the taps been dripping a bit now and I don’t know how to do it, but I don’t know where you live, I will tell you if you can do it, yes I can do it in the morning, so He gave me the address, when I was ready to go I asked who will be in in the morning, he says I will be at work but the wife will be in, He’s 63 she’s 55 she always giving me a cuddle & a kiss before I go, but it was different she had a different smile on her face where she kissed me tonight, he looked smiled &said goodnight, when I got outside I’m thinking I wonder if she wants me to fuck her, I was getting hard when I got in the car, I only have a pint then on to the coke so I good to drive, I gets up in the morning shower quick breakfast & I’m off to get some tap washer on my way,I gets to the address nice house I’m thinking down a quiet lane, I knocks on the door she opens it & I say good morning Sue (name changed) morning she says & invites me in, I go in & shuts the door behind me, I asks if she was going to put the kettle on, later she says next thing she puts her arms round me & she move forward to give me a kiss not like the ones she gives at the end of the night when Franks there full on the lips I start to kiss her back she got some big tits & I could feel them in my chest, I’m thinking I’m going to fuck you if you aren’t careful,I more my hand on to her leg she carries on kissing me so I move it up & across to her pussy she just carries on, she had the biggest hairy cunt I have ever had, I slide my fingers down her crack & start rubbing her, that’s nice she says, I got my cock out & placed her hand on it, god she says that’s big, yes I says to her, but I haven’t had one so big in my life, you will enjoy it then I says to her with a grin,I put my hands on istanbul escort her shoulders & try to push her down to suck my cock, No please she says I’ve never done that, you will be ok just put it in your mouth & move your head like you are rubbing it with your hand,well she goes down on me & puts it in her mouth please don’t cum in my mouth, you will be ok don’t worry just swallow it, ok she says if you are sure next thing I’m ready to shoot, that’s it suck it, god I’m nearly ready to cum, next thing I’m shooting my load of cum in her mouth, It was running out of her mouth & down her chin, How was that I asks not to bad she says, she gets up & gets a tissue off the table wiping her chin I grabs her & starts to undress her, I gets her down to her nighty before she says no not here lets go upstairs I follows her looking up her nighty, fuck I’m thinking nice arse I wonder if you will take my cock there, we get to the bedroom & I’m getting hard again so I’m getting undressed she looking at my cock, she says you will be careful with that thing, yes I will don’t worry it will go in, she gets her nighty off, and I tell her to get on the bed, with her legs shut, I asks her to open them so I can see how hairy she is, fuck I’m think nice, I’m on the bed kissing her feeling her tits then I move my hand down & starts to finger her, she a little dry, so I move down the bed to lick her cunt I move my face close to her pussy lips next thing she shouts NO please not that nobody as ever done that to me, I will not let my husband, well if you want my cock you had better let me, she thinks for a minute then says ok lets me see what its like so there I am licking her cunt, oh my god she saying what’s that feeling you are giving me, You are ready to cum but I’ve never cum in my life, well there a first time for everything, with that she starts to shake & I could feel her cunt juice coming out of her, wow that’s the first time that’s happen, did you avcılar escort like it I asks yes I did was her answer, omg she says my bums wet, yes I says & the bed, I slides back up the bed & pushers my cock up her & starts to fuck her, wow she saying that’s big I think I’m going to cum again, omg wow I’m cummimg again, was it nice to right it was she says, now beg me to fuck you with my big fat cock, beg me to fuck your cunt, no please don’t make me say them words I can’t, I’ve never said anything like that, beg me you bitch, please don’t call me a bitch, will be calling you more then that, there’s only me & you & what happens in her stops in here, she thinks a couple of minutes then says fuck me please fuck me, but what do you want me to fuck you with & where I ask, fuck my cunt with that big cock, again fuck my what tell me what you want me to say, fuck my cunt hole I’m just a cum dump, then she says fuck my cunt & what else fuck my cunt hole I’m just a cum dump, I smile at her & say I going to dump my cum in you, you slag I’m a slag well from where I’m looking that’s what it looks like to me, I took you 5 minutes to ride my cock, I wonder what Frank would say If he could see you now fucking me, I pulls out of her & tells her to get on my cock I laid down I’ve never done it that way before seams to me you haven’t done a lot of things now slide down on my cock I get hold of her arse pull her forward & starts to fuck her omg my she says I’m going to cum again, tell me I’m a slag please make my cunt cum, she repeats it & I’m fucking her good she starts to shake omg please no please no, I could feel she wetting my cock & balls, omg I’ve have never known anything like that, what are you, I’m a slag I love your cock, she says didn’t take you long to change your mind, then she says anybody that can make me do that, I want you to fuck my cunt spunk up me please, ok I says but first I going to make you cum again, no I don’t know if I can, you will but talk really şirinevler escort dirty to me when I fuck you, there she saying things like fuck me I’m your slag fuck my cunt breed me, I says to her you are my fuck meat & I’m going to fuck you when & how I want from now on, understand bitch, yes I understand, I’m ramming my cock in her biting her tits then she says I’m going to cum again oh god god I’m cumming again, yes you are my slag to fuck, what are you your slag she says, I’ve been fuck like this before, do you like my cock yes she says well get off & suck it, but its been inside me, yes & now you are going to taste your cunt on my cock now suck it slag suck my cock clean please don’t make me do that, just fucking do slag, with that she sucking her cunt juice off my cock, lick it suck it slag I am she’s says right stand on the floor & bend over so I can fuck you from behind, all I could see was her piss flaps & her little brown star, I’m up her cunt fucking the arse of her, is that nice I’m asking yes yes she saying, yes I say all good married slags like my big cock, but I’ve one last trick before I cum, I pull out grab her so she can’t move line my cock up with her arse & shoot forward I’m up her arse please no shut the fuck up I’m going to fuck your arse for a bit now that’s making me want to cum again it hurts but I want to cum, so keeps going till she cums again she shouting all sorts as she cuming I then pulls out & I’m back in her cunt fucking her hard & fast her arse is wobbling it a lovely site watching my cock fuck her, fuck bitch I’m going to cum put my load up you fill your baby box with that I let go, take this slag, as I shot it up her, I pull out & told her to lay on the bed with her legs open so I can watch my cum run out of her cunt, I put a finger there & get some cum rub it on her lips taste that slag there she is licking her lips nice isn’t it, well she says I could get used to it, oh believe me you will, now suck me clean, NO she says you have been up my bum with it ok I says to her you will the next time, get I’m going to get dressed & leave you to it, What about the washers she says, you have just had the fuck of your life I says to, all you can think about is that leaking tap, I will be back in the morning to fuck you again, you in on your own yes she says I should be with that I left saying see you in the morning (fuckbuddy)

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Mum’s The Word

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Mum’s The Wordby LubricanChapter OneYou’re going to think this is a sad story, because it starts out sad. But don’t be sad for long, brothers and sisters, because it ends up pretty okay, at least to me it does. I’m Bobby, by the way, Bobby Henderson. That really doesn’t matter to the story, except that it’s about me and my mother, Claire Henderson. There are a few other people in it too, but they only matter a little. I’ll mention them later.My mom’s story starts out like a lot of people hope their adult lives will start, with a good marriage to a good man who gave her a good baby – that’s me – and they were pretty happy, all things considered. But my father was killed in an accident at the plant and things sort of went to shit starting then.I was only six at the time, and I don’t really remember too much about him. I do remember my mother crying every night for a long, long time after she told me he wouldn’t be coming home any more. She told me later that, in my six year old style, I tried to make her feel better, telling her that I loved her and that it was going to be okay. That’s what she always told me whenever something I thought was bad had happened. You know … sc****d knee, fell off a chair, stepped on a nail … that kind of thing. So, when I heard her crying I said the same things to her. As strange as it sounds, the words I said to her when I was six had a profound impact on our relationship, and would continue to have that impact for years and years. That will become clear later.There was a huge insurance settlement that meant my mom didn’t have to work. She loved being a mother, and, as I was her only c***d (she had a miscarriage a year before Dad died) she had no one else to pour her love onto except me. I think all that love she had left over from loving my father got poured on me too, but that part comes later too.It was 1956 then, and attitudes about single mothers were different than than they are today. A widow woman in those days didn’t have much to hope for unless she was wealthy. We were, but I didn’t know it then. Mom was approached by all kinds of gold-digging guys who brought her flowers and candy and the like, but she rebuffed them all. Later she told me she felt like Daddy could see her and it just seemed dirty to do the things those men wanted her to do. So, being independently secure financially, she bent her attentions to a lot of volunteer kinds of things. She was a teacher aide, and a Red Cross Donut Dolly, and she worked at the homeless shelter sometimes. She went to the library, taking me with her, and read stories to c***dren one evening a week. I loved all those stories, and her sweet mellow voice as she read them. She had a knack for making up voices to go with the characters in the stories. She even made up a deep raspy voice when a troll spoke, and she actually sounded scary! To me at least.And in the evenings we played games and watched TV and she asked me all about school and my friends.My favorite time was bath time. In those days you didn’t take a bath every single day, like people do now. You took a bath when you needed one, and that was about it. A lot depended on what you did during the day. If you got hot and sweaty, you took a bath. If you didn’t do anything except sit in class, or something like that, you might not. I played outside quite a bit, with other k**s in the neighborhood, so I needed a bath more often than Mom did.The first bath I remember for sure was when I was maybe ten. I have vague memories of baths before that. Whenever mom took a bath, she put me in the tub too. It was really no different than it was any other time. As she washed herself, and me, we’d talk about things and she’d tell me stories. I do remember the feel of her soft hands sliding around on my body … across my chest, or back, or along my arms. It felt good when she touched me. And I remember that almost every single time she gave me a bath she told me what a big, strong boy I was, and how handsome I was. She said other things too, but I remember those the most.What happened when I was ten that made me never forget it was that she was sitting down in the tub, soapy water just under her breasts, and I was standing up while she washed my legs. We’d done it this way a thousand times.But this time I got an erection.Of course I didn’t know that’s what it was called then, but my little ten year old pecker reared its puny head and stuck straight out from my body like a flag pole off the facade at Macy’s. It was pointing right at Mom’s face like a little toy rifle. She never blinked an eye. When her hands slid down my belly they slid onto that stiff little thing and she washed it too.”You’re a handsome boy Bobby. And a big, strong boy,” she said, like she’d said a thousand times before. “And you’ve got a big strong handsome penis that you can be very proud of.”That was the first time I ever heard the word “penis”. All my friends called it a “dick”, but the way they said it communicated that it was a dirty word, so I never used that word around my mother.Her hand slid under my penis to the little empty sack that was under there, more of a bulge than anything else. “And someday you’re going to have big strong handsome testicles that will be all full of nice sperm for some lucky girl.”Now she was talking a foreign language, but her voice sounded mellow and sweet, like always, and I just assumed that whatever she was talking about was a good thing.Then it was my turn to wash her. It had been my job, for as long as I could remember, to wash her back, and her hair, and I liked doing it. Her back was smooth and slippery in the bath water, and her skin felt good to my hands, like her hands felt good to my skin.So I got behind her and washed her back and she handed me the shampoo like she had a thousand times before. We had a cup that we kept by the tub and we used that to capture fresh water to do her hair with. I loved pouring that cup of water over her head while she sputtered and acted funny. And I was rubbing my hands through her hair, getting up a good lather and my penis kept touching the back of her neck. It felt good doing that and I leaned forward a little, poking her more. She turned her head around and looked at what was poking her and then looked up at me with something in her eyes that made me feel all warm inside. Then she turned around and I finished up and poured three or four cups of water on her head while she sputtered and complained that she was drowning and called for help in a cartoon character’s voice.We dried each other off too. When she was drying me she dried my still-hard penis and I asked her: “Is it going to stay like that forever?”She smiled and said “No, it will get soft again. They always get soft again. It’s too bad, really, because they’re a lot more fun when they’re hard.”I didn’t understand that either, but my worry that my pants would stick out at school went away. It did get soft later, when I was in bed.But it got hard again the next time we bathed.In fact it got hard again every time we bathed after that. She never acted like it was anything to worry about, so I didn’t worry either. She started washing it more than she had in the past, though, and it felt wonderful when she did that. Her hand covered it, leaving about half an inch left over and, as she slid her hand back and forth to get that half inch clean too I got that warm feeling again, like when her big brown eyes had stared into mine.By the time I was twelve, she was washing my penis for ten minutes at a time. I had to have the cleanest penis in town, but I didn’t care, because it felt fabulous when she did that. I was too tall to wash her hair if she was sitting down now, and she got to her knees when it was time to wash her back and hair, and now my hard dick poked into her back, I got my body right up next to hers when I did her hair, rubbing my dick all over her back because it felt so good.Then one day she was washing my penis when I felt something happening in my groin. It was a kind of pain, but it was a pain that felt good somehow. It made me bend my knees. But it happened so fast that I got scared. I made a noise and Mom looked up at me and I guess my face was showing something because she stopped.Something made me say “Please don’t stop.””What’s happening Bobby?” she asked me.”I don’t know. It feels funny and it hurts kind of, but I want you to keep doing that.”And she started again, staring up at my face. The pain rushed back at me again and my gut clenched and it was awful … except that it was fabulous too! The pain streaked through my dick and it was so powerful that I had to sit down. I splashed water everywhere and bumped my head on the back of the tub. Mom was up and over me in a flash, worry in her eyes. I blinked and then grinned what must have been a funny looking grin because she laughed. She had the nicest, most musical laugh and all my worry that something bad had happened just fled. My dick felt wonderful.”Don’t worry. It’s going to be okay. My big strong boy is close to being a big strong man,” she said. She leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead. And, like I said earlier, those words made me feel like everything was fine. What had happened was strange, and a little scary, but if she said it was going to be okay, then it was going to be okay.Not long after that Jimmy Thompson snuck one of his father’s Playboys into school, and at recess he was showing it to a bunch of us boys. He opened it to the middle and there was a picture of a naked woman, standing by a bathtub. She was blond, like my mom, but had on a lot of makeup, which my mom didn’t wear. She didn’t look like my mother, but there were similarities. The guys were saying things like “Oh man!” and “Look at those tits!” and “You can almost see her pussy! and “Shiiit she’s sooo sexy.” These guys were salivating all over this picture and I couldn’t figure it out. I’d seen it all before, and much closer and in person, and I’d see again that night, or maybe the next. But I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut about it.That was the first time I realized that maybe … just maybe, the other boys didn’t take baths with their mothers. I mean all us guys took showers after gym, and I washed myself perfectly well in there and didn’t think a thing about it. But taking baths with my mother was just as normal, and I didn’t think anything about that either. At least not until Jimmy brought that Playboy to school.Andrew Tucker bawled that he was getting a hardon and grabbed his crotch. Two other guys said they were too and I realized it was because they were looking at a picture of a naked woman.I learned a lot that day. the rest of the day I thought about those hardons I got in the bathtub … when my mother was naked.And, to my credit (as she told me later), I asked my mother about it as we were getting ready to take a bath that night.”Mom, can I ask you a question?” I said.”Sure honey.” was her completely normal reply.So I told her about the Playboy, and about what the guys had all said, and about their erections.She had been taking off her blouse, but she stopped as I talked. I had already taken off my shirt and was standing there in jeans and socks.She didn’t say anything for a minute, and she was looking everywhere except at me. I remembered I hadn’t actually asked the question.”So my question is, do I get hardons in the bathtub because I think you’re sexy?”Now she looked at me. “You think I’m sexy?” she asked.”I guess so. You look kind of like the woman in the magazine, and they said she’s sexy.”Now I should tell you that my thirteenth birthday was going to be in a week, which made my mother thirty-two. And she did look similar to the woman in the playboy, but also different, like they were sisters, maybe. Her breasts were different. The woman in the magazine had big round breasts that bulged off her chest and looked like they weighed a lot. The rest of her was normal. I mean she wasn’t fat or anything. My mother’s breasts came out from her chest and then turned upwards almost, coming to a point. The tips were darker pink than the rest of her and they kind of looked like eyes that were looking in different directions, one looking slightly to the right and the other slightly to the left. In one way they looked kind of like little ski slopes or something on the tops. The bottoms were round, like that woman’s in the magazine.And Mom wasn’t fat either. Her waist was narrow above hips that spread out and then dipped back in where her legs started. She didn’t wear lots of makeup or anything, so her face looked plain, but I had seen her in makeup when she was going to a party or someplace where grownups did whatever they did, and she looked like the woman in the magazine then too.”Well, I knew this would happen some day,” she said with a sigh. “I guess it’s time we had a talk.” she started buttoning up her blouse. “And I guess there won’t be any more baths together.”I thought I’d done something horribly wrong. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my eyes got full of tears and I said, “Please Mom, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Please don’t be mad at me.”She looked startled and said, “Whatever are you talking about Bobby?””I don’t know!” I wailed. “But if we can’t have baths together any more you must be mad at me, and I don’t know why you’re mad, but I promise I won’t ever do it again. Please don’t make us stop.” I had suddenly equated bathing with my mother as a pleasure that was a privilege … that could be taken away for bad behavior.She got that look in her eyes again and she jumped up and hugged me tight. ‘Oh, I’m sorry baby,” she said in those soothing mother tones. “I’m not mad at you. Not at all. You’re a fine young man, and I love you very much. But we need to talk about some things.”I wiped my eyes, ashamed I was crying. Boys didn’t cry in those days. “Can’t we talk about it in the bathtub, like always?” I begged.She looked startled. When I later thought back on it, while I just thought we were taking baths and feeling good, she knew exactly what was going on in the bathtub, and she assumed I did too.She sat down on the toilet. “Maybe we can talk about it in the bath. But I have to ask you a question first. What do you know about sex?””Sex?” I said. “I don’t know. It’s how babies are made?” I asked hopefully.”Do you know what two people do to make a baby?” she asked patiently.I was lost. I heard the guys talking about tits and pussies and dicks all the time, and “getting it on” was mentioned a lot too, but it was all just words to me. I mean if somebody had never seen a car and they heard the words “bumper … clutch … tail light … headliner” would they understand how a car was made?So, to my credit (as she later told me), I told the truth. “I don’t think so.”She frowned and bit her lip. Then she said, “Bobby, when you see me naked, what do you think about?”Now what kind of question was that? I was trying to please her, to make her happy so we could take a bath and I’d get to wash her hair and rub my dick against her back, but I didn’t know the right answers.”I don’t know.” I started. “I think about how pretty you are, and about how good it will feel to wash your back, and about playing with the soap in your hair to make it stand up straight like Alfalfa’s cowlick on the Little Rascals.””Do you like it when I wash your penis?” she asked.”Sure, it feels great.” I said back. “It’s my favorite part, especially when I get that pain that feels so good.””Do you know what that nice feeling is called?” she asked, looking curious now.”It has a name?” I asked, surprised.She muttered, “What are they teaching k**s in school nowadays?” and then looked up at me. I realized she hadn’t been asking me that question. That warm look that I liked so much was in her eyes. I could almost fall into those eyes when she did that. They looked like big pools of liquid chocolate or something. And of all the things I felt my penis start getting hard.She stood up. “Bobby, I’m going to have to teach you about sex. It’s obvious the school isn’t doing it.” Neither of us knew that the sex ed part of Health wouldn’t take place until the year I’d be f******n, which was a whole year away. “There are things you need to know about, but it’s complicated. And I don’t want you talking with the other boys about anything we discuss. Deal?”She was unbuttoning her blouse again and the relief that flooded over me was so strong that my eyes teared up again. I snorted and gulped and rubbed my nose and said “Okay … deal.”So I got the lecture on the birds and the bees from my mother … in the bathroom … naked as a jaybird … with visual aides.When we were both naked, instead of getting in the bathtub she sat down on the toilet seat and told me to stand in front of her. She reached out and cupped my penis and balls in her hand. “These are what the man needs for sex” she said, hefting them. My penis got harder. “The testicles are located in here,” she fingered the sack that, a year ago had been small and empty, but which, since then, had grown something in there that hurt if I squeezed them too hard. I had been worried about that. I was afraid I had cancer or something. I wanted to talk to mom about it, but I was afraid, so I never did. Now, just by describing my sexual organs to me, she put my mind at ease. “And, when you’re old enough, the testicles will make sperm.” She played with them a little longer. “Your friends probably call these your balls,” she said.That was true and I told her so.”Now this,” she said, putting her hand around my mostly stiff penis, “is your penis. Your friends might have lots of names for it, like cock or prick. When the balls make sperm, that sperm comes out of this little hole at just the right time.””Like when I pee?” I asked.She smiled. “No, dear. It comes out when your penis is inside the woman’s vagina.””Oh,” I said. I had no idea what a vagina was.She must have known that because she went on. “Your friends call the vagina a pussy, probably. There are other words for it too, but most of them are not very nice.”I was confused. My penis stuck out a good four or five inches. I looked down at her hand, which was stroking my penis slowly. “But how can something like that go inside a woman?” I asked. “There’s no room for it.””Yes there is,” she said patiently. She spread her legs, opening up a part of her that I’d never really seen before. I’d seen the hair, but there was more, underneath that hair that I’d never known was there. It looked like she had a little sideways mouth, with two kind of floppy lips.”This is my pussy,” she said. One of her fingers teased the two lips apart and there was a small area of darkness, like a little hole exposed. “And it forms a tunnel up inside me,” she said. Then, as I watched unbelieving, she slid a finger up inside her body. A whole finger … clear up inside her! When she brought that finger out it was shiny and wet looking.”It’s wet!” I said, involuntarily.”Yes, my body makes something slippery to help a penis slid up inside there. It’s a small place, and a man’s penis is big. It helps if there’s lubrication.””But how do you know when to … um … make some lubrication?” I asked. This was starting to sound more and more complicated.Mom reached out and grasped my hard cock again. “Things happen automatically. Your penis gets hard when it wants to have sex. When a vagina wants to let a penis inside, it makes lubricant. Then, when the penis is inside the vagina, the sperm comes out.”She went on, explaining what the sperm did once it was inside a woman’s kadıköy escort body, and about how the egg, if it got penetrated by a sperm, attached itself to the wall of the womb and all that stuff. It was a lot of information.I was doing fine until we got to the part where the baby comes out of the vagina. There was no way I would believe that a whole baby could come out of a tiny little place like that. It would kill them both. We got into an argument and she insisted that it happened that way and finally I gave up and said I believed her. But I didn’t.Then we took our bath. Just like always.I don’t know if it was fate, or maybe the fact that I now understood and my body caught up with my brain, but on this night, when she washed my penis and that wonderful feeling, which she had just named “orgasm” came over me, it wasn’t the same. This time that awful sweet pain was there, but then I felt something going through my penis that felt really soothing. It all happened so fast that I just had a fleeting recognition of that soothing, delightful feeling when something shot out of the tip of my cock and splattered all over my mother’s breasts.Her eyes went all round and wide and she took in a big breath that she didn’t blow back out again. I was afraid she’d think I’d peed on her, even though I knew it wasn’t pee. But her other hand came up and rubbed at the stuff I’d shot out, spreading it all over her breasts. Her hand kept going, and as I looked down I could see more of the stuff oozing and dripping out of the end of my cock.Then she was holding me, her arms around me, my cock pressed to her breasts and her arms on my butt. It was a little like being tackled in football, except nobody was moving and it felt wonderful. It seemed like I should be doing something with my hands, so I kind of stroked her hair.I knew something important had happened. Then her lecture of only half an hour before came back to me. In an instant of clarity I had an idea. “Was that my sperm, Mom?” I asked.Those deep brown eyes looked up at me and she smiled the widest and most brilliant smile I’d seen on her face in a long time. “Yes it was sweety. You’re a real man now.”Then she explained what had happened and I learned a new word: masturbation. I’d heard of jacking off, but didn’t know what it meant and somehow knew that if I asked the guys I’d get laughed at. When she put a name to what she’d been doing to me when we bathed, I completely understood why the guys talked about it a lot. It had just never occurred to me that I could do it for myself. That was something Mom did. Plain and simple.But then we got into an argument because she said that mothers aren’t supposed to masturbate their sons. She said that, now that I was a man, she should stop doing that, and that our baths should stop and all kinds of things I didn’t like at all.I remember at one point I said, “If this is being a man I don’t want to be a man.”She had a tinkling laugh and it came out now. “Bobby, you’re going to love being a man. Some day you’ll get to slide that handsome prick you have into some lucky girl’s pussy and you’ll squirt all that lovely sperm inside her and she’ll have your baby. It will be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. You won’t miss seeing your flabby old naked mother at all.””Really?” I said, interested now, despite the fact that I wanted to tell her there wasn’t an inch of flab on her anywhere. “When will that happen?””Oh, I don’t know, maybe in eight or ten years,” she said.”Eight or ten years?!” I shouted. “I have to go without seeing you naked, or touching your soft skin for eight or ten years?!”You know how little k**s at the store bug their parents so much, asking for something over and over and over again that the parents finally throw up their hands and give in? Well, I wasn’t little, but I could beg with the best of them.My mother, though she kept saying that normal mothers didn’t do these things with their sons, continued to let me bathe with her. And each time she stroked me until I came. She usually rubbed my semen, another new word she taught me, into her skin, over her breasts. I wished I could do that part, but I never asked.Over the next year it began to get a little crowded in the tub, as I put on three inches of height and my muscles somehow got larger. I also started growing hair in places where there had been only wisps of fluff before. My voice started cracking and then settled into a baritone that I thought sounded quite good.On my f******nth birthday my mother did two things that I’ll remember forever. Oh, I’m sure she got me a birthday present, but I don’t remember what it was. But the first thing I remember about that day was that when it was bath time, and she said, “Bobby, you’re just getting too big for baths.”My first reaction was that she was going to make us stop. I wasn’t quite as emotional on the outside as I had been before, but inside I was dying. My shoulders must have slumped, or I did something that she saw, because she smiled and said, “Don’t you take showers at school?”Sure I did. “Uh .. yeah.” I said.”Then we can start taking showers here at home too,” she said simply.There was a big glassed-in shower in her bathroom, but I never went in there. The bathtub was in the main bathroom, the one I used all the time though, come to think of it, the only times I ever saw her in there was when she was doing laundry or we were taking a bath.She led me into her bathroom, holding my hand like I was a little boy again. The shower stall was bigger than I’d thought it would be, and there was plenty of room in there for both of us. She turned on the water and then started taking her clothes off. I stood there for a minute, watching. There was something about seeing her take off her clothing in a place we’d never done it before that made it seem different somehow. I’d seen her naked hundreds of times, of course, but as her breasts came into view I saw again the pages of that Playboy magazine, and the woman standing there, showing her breasts to the world. I got instantly hard.She looked at me quizzically and I fumbled with my shirt buttons, trying to catch up to her for some reason. When I slid my pants down and my cock flopped out she smiled.”You always make me feel pretty,” she said.”Huh?” I responded.”Your erections … and the way you look at me. They always make me feel pretty,” she said, dropping the last of her clothes.”You are pretty.” I said. She was. It was just a statement of fact. “You’re just as pretty as that woman in the magazine.” I said, unthinkingly. She looked confused. “The woman in the Playboy I told you about.” I added.Her eyes lit up and she laughed. “The girls are going to have to watch out for you pretty soon,” she said, still laughing. “With a tongue like that they’re going to be in trouble.”We got into the shower, which was all foggy by then and soon her hands were sliding all over my body. This was different somehow. Maybe it was because in the bathtub we had washed ourselves, mostly, with the exception that I washed her back and she washed my penis until I ejaculated. But this time she washed all of me, with long strokes of her hands that felt fabulous, touching so much more of me than before. It was fantastic. I just stood there and shook with the emotions it caused. She started washing my penis and made this sound in her throat that was kind of like a growl.”You’ve grown so much in this last year,” she said, stroking me. “You’re a man in all but years.” She was close to me. “Your father would be so proud of you.”Her hand, sliding up and down what Jimmy Johnson had only that day called a “love bone”, felt so good I moaned. Then she stopped. I made a sound of unhappiness and she laughed again .”Tonight, as part of your birthday present, you get to wash me,” she said. “All of me.”It was incredible. I had felt her back a hundred times, but as I slid my soapy hands all over her she felt so much different. I wanted to wash those breasts suddenly, and my hands cupped them and squeezed them, sliding over them. There were suddenly bumps on the tips of those soft round things, and I bent over to see them. Her nipples had always been flat before, but now they stuck out … way out … almost like my penis got bigger and longer and stiffer. She moaned as I tweaked one, feeling its texture.”Wash me everywhere,” she said. She sounded like she had run some little distance, and was breathing deeply. When I didn’t move my hands she took one and shoved it down, between her legs, to that place where she had slid a finger into herself. “Wash me there,” she gasped.I gave an experimental kind of rub and was astonished when my middle finger slid into a crevice of sorts. Mom moaned again and her knees bent a little as she opened her legs a little.”Yes,” she panted. “Right there.” I moved my hand, feeling hair and skin and that crevice as one of her hands went to my shoulder and the other went to my chest. She pulled on my shoulder and pushed on my chest. I knew that when she washed my cock that it felt better when she went faster, so I started sliding my hand in and out between her legs. The tip of my middle finger found something deeper inside that crevice and slid into her body, like her own finger had.”Yes, baby,” she groaned.Watching her face told me this was something that made her feel very good. Not knowing anything else to do I slid my finger in and out of her and washed her more and more. She stumbled backward, pulling me with her until her back was against what I knew was the cold surface of the tile on the wall. Her eyes closed and she turned her face up as her mouth gaped open. Suddenly she shook all over and the flesh around my finger got tighter. She let out a long, whining moan that, had I not known was from happiness, I would have thought was from pain.Something told me to stop rubbing and I froze, my finger still deep in her body. Her eyes opened and I saw something there that was almost scary. It wasn’t that loving deep look she had given me so many times. Her eyes looked almost cat like somehow … intense … like she looked when she was really really mad, only the rest of her face wasn’t her ‘mad’ face.The hand she had on my chest went up to my other shoulder and she pulled me to her. I wanted to be up against her, but my hand was between us and I pulled it out from between her legs. Her breasts crushed into my chest, soft, yielding but somehow firm too, and her lips came towards mine. I knew she was going to kiss me but I’d never kissed anybody and didn’t know what to do. So I just leaned against her and waited.When her lips touched mine they moved apart and then together again, almost like she was trying to take a little bite out of my lips. I had this insane thought that she was going to bite me for some reason. Then her tongue forced against my closed lips and I opened my mouth in surprise. She turned her head a little sideways and I felt her tongue go inside my mouth and dart all over. It was so strange. I thought I should be grossed out, but I wasn’t. In fact, something made me want to stick my tongue into her mouth. And when I did she crushed me to her with strength I wasn’t aware she had in her light, slim body.I wish I could tell you more about that kiss, but the fact is I don’t remember much more about it than that. I got kind of light-headed and my mind sort of flitted off somewhere else for a minute.When it came back she had stopped kissing my lips and was kissing my chest … then my stomach … and then she was on her knees in front of me, with the water pouring over both of us … and something hot engulfed my iron hard penis. I looked down.It was her mouth.I wish I could tell you more about how her mouth felt on my penis, but the fact is that my mind flitted off to make sure that wherever it went the first time was still there. When it came back I was spurting. Her mouth was sucking then. I felt like my whole insides was shooting out through my prick into her mouth.Then I fell down.I know it sounds stupid, but I did. I didn’t trip or anything. I just suddenly fell down. I felt myself going and sort of caught myself with my hands just as my tailbone hit the tile floor. It would have hurt a lot more if I hadn’t been able to do that. It still hurt a lot.Mom was all scared and concerned looking and crawled over to make sure I was okay. The feeling of weakness passed and I told her I was okay and she turned off the water and helped me stand up.”Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, dripping and naked beside me.”Yeah.” I responded. “I think it just felt so good for a second there that I didn’t want to stand up any more.”She laughed and I felt better. She got a big fluffy towel and dried me off, and then herself. I was watching as she dried herself, and her breasts and everything were so beautiful. I looked down and my prick was standing straight out from my body again. I couldn’t believe it.Mom looked over at me and that look in her eyes came back. She stood up and said, “I’m worried about you.””No … really … I’m fine.” I stammered.”Well I’m still worried. I think you had better sleep in my bed tonight,” she said.Okay, now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that a thirty-something woman who just blew her son in the shower wasn’t worried at all, and that he had to be completely stupid not to know what she really meant. But you aren’t f******n, with no experience … well with almost no experience … who just went through something that was still sending aftershocks through you.But I was all those things. And I really didn’t know what she meant.”Okay” I said. “But where are you going to sleep if I sleep in your bed?”Remember … I told you I was completely stupid.She smiled a tight little smile. “The bed’s big enough for two, and I think I need to keep an eye on you. At least for tonight. You know, like they say at the hospital when they make somebody stay overnight for observation? I’m going to put you under observation tonight.”It sounded reasonable to me and, when she took my hand and led me to her bedroom, I followed. She let go of my hand and turned back the covers.I said “I’ll go get my PJs.”She laughed that delightful laugh that sounded like she was SO happy. “In my bed you don’t need PJs.”So, naked as a jaybird, I crawled into my mother’s bed and, after she turned out the light, naked as another jaybird, she climbed in with me.Chapter TwoI know that, to you who are reading this, many years later, it seems I was an incredibly dense young man. To have my mother first masturbate me and then put my penis in her mouth as it spurted seems clear and simple to you as an indicator of where things might be headed. But remember, I was f******n, in a small town that was pretty conservative, and where talk of sex was restricted to the playground, or the infrequent sleepovers we had in those days. Sex education was just beginning to be talked about as part of the health classes taught in those days. And, for the most part, “Health Class” meant instruction on the importance of hygiene in combating disease. Those were the days when people didn’t take baths every day like most do nowadays. The ‘ration mentality’ of the war and the Korean conflict that followed had only begun to abate in the last ten years, and many people of my mother’s age were very frugal when it came to household expenses. Even though my mom was well off, due to the insurance settlement, we didn’t live a grand lifestyle. Other than the fact that there was no man coming home at the end of the day, you couldn’t have told us apart from any of our neighbors.But a vibrant young woman, whose dreams of a family, dreams which, only a few years ago were ripe and ready to burst like buds on a tree in spring, were no longer viable, couldn’t be blamed for trying to revive those dreams. Those dreams wouldn’t have been understandable to a f******n year old boy, with his own set of problems and dreams. And the fact that she never told me, at least not then, how she was feeling and what she wanted out of life, is completely understandable now that I’m older.She knew what we were doing was something that society would lambaste us for if anyone found out. She resisted what was slowly happening inside her as her passions grew and grew. She tried to find a man to sate those passions with, in the way our neighbors would have called “normal”. But the men she met were always compared against the standard of my father. And all were found to be wanting. She later told me that, as she spent time with these men, the thoughts uppermost in her mind was, “Would I want to bear this man’s c***dren? Would I be thrilled to welcome this man into my arms each day? Would this man be a fitting father for my future c***dren? Do I love this man?”And each time she found, much to her dismay, that the answer was, “No,” to all of those questions. And, inevitably, after finding those answers, she’d find herself washing a boy … almost a man … who she did love. A man she admired, who had a good heart, whose innocence was something that fed her passions. A man she’d always be glad to welcome into her arms at the end of the day.Can she be blamed so harshly for looking at me as a possible donor of the seed that would fulfill her dreams?That night, as I felt her warm, naked body slide between the sheets of her bed, and press against mine, she was feeling that … maybe … her dream was back within reach. She wasn’t a predator. She wasn’t being mercenary about it. She just wanted what every woman wants … a man to love, and to cleave to, whom she feels safe with and loved by. And the emotions that were raging through her that night didn’t leave room to think about the ramifications of what she was thinking about doing.I suppose a psychologist might say that the desires uppermost in her mind were so strong that they blocked out that part of her intelligence that would have told her she mustn’t do what she was planning at all. And, if she just had to do what she was planning, she mustn’t do it without taking the appropriate precautions. I, for one, think that the fact she had never been on any kind of birth control in her entire life had more to do with it than anything else. When she’d married my father she was a virgin, and they had wanted to start a family immediately. After he’d died she assumed that, if she decided to let a man into her inner sanctum, it would happen slowly … would evolve … that she’d have plenty of time to think about what to do before the gates of that inner sanctum were breached.Now I know that you, the reader, who have had time to assimilate all that had happened thus far, are fidgeting in your seat, leaning forward … saying “What do you mean? She’s been playing with you sexually for years! She had years to prepare for this night.”But you must understand that she never intended for our play to go as far as it had. She never anticipated wanting to swallow my prick … to take my semen inside her body. And when it happened it was as unexpected as when a virgin, thinking she’s going to the Prom only to dance and perhaps flirt with a boy, suddenly finds herself in the back seat of a car, Prom dress gathered at her waist, as something completely unanticipated thrusts through her barrier and penetrates her to her very core.What I’m saying is that she was just as surprised at sliding between those sheets to join me as I was.And her sigh of, “Oh Bobby,” as she did so was not a sigh of acceptance, or passion, or üsküdar escort even lust, as you might expect. It was a sigh of remorse as that little part of her brain that knew she was doing something that would turn our life together on its head tried one last time to penetrate her passion and lust.Had I said, “Yes?” or, “What Mom?” or any of the other possible things a normal boy might respond with when his mother says, “Oh Bobby”, things might have been different, and her conscience might have won the day … or night, as it were. But my response to feeling her warmth and nakedness and all that smooth skin against me was more of a, “Mmmmmmm.” And THAT response struck her conscience a slap on the face that knocked it back into the dim closet that her lust and passion wanted it to remain in.The result was that I found myself being pulled on top of all that lovely naked skin. I felt her breasts flatten against my chest and her legs spread to make a comfortable saddle for me to lie in. I felt her lips find mine in a hot, wet kiss that sucked the breath from my lungs and made me light headed. And … I felt her hand between us on my rock hard penis … just before the tip of that penis sank into something so hot and so slippery and so … amazing.There is an instinct in every man, when he feels that first tentative penetration, to push for more. I did, and in an instant, my whole prick was sheathed in that fabulous heat. My mother’s groan as, after years of having nothing in her, she was suddenly filled, was a sound I’ll never forget. And even though I have heard that sound many times since, that first one is the one that makes my blood boil every time I replay it in my mind.Our first coupling was like the first French kiss a person experiences. It seemed to last only seconds, but, within those few seconds, it was like a raging wildfire in a hundred year old forest choked with fuel after a decades long drought. Her shudder of completion came as quickly as the sperm in my balls boiled over and exploded from my penis like a geyser at Yellowstone. I don’t even think we had time for me to withdraw and thrust, something I did after the first two explosive spurts of my ejaculation entered her body. And even then there was no rhythm to what I did. I just jerked spasmodically as my body tried to shove every drop of my seed available out into her hot sheath.I gave a wrenching sob and my body pummeled hers as I emptied. I think her own climax was as complete a surprise to her as mine was to me. I don’t know how long it was after that – it couldn’t have been an entire minute – but her second sigh of, “Ohhh Bobby,” sounded like a thousand birthday cards rolled into one to my ears. Her gratitude for what I had just given her was astounding, and it struck into my brain like fire. I either stayed hard, or was was hard again almost immediately, and now the urge to shove and withdraw was strong. I assuaged that urge by rocking my whole body on top of hers, sliding toward her feet and then back toward her head. Her hands came to my back and helped me, and her little murmurs of joy at the feelings washing over her were like gasoline thrown onto a fire.Again, I can’t tell you how long it lasted. Now it seemed to go on and on and on, and I wished for it never to end. I got my knees into a position that let me use them to shove forward and her legs opened wider as her knees drew up and pressed against my sides. I found that if I pushed up on my arms I could bring more force to bear on slamming my prick into her, and I wanted to slam it as hard as I could for some reason. She began whimpering with little soft, short high-pitched sounds and I felt that hot flesh surrounding my cock press on it, tightening. That felt good and I stayed in for a few seconds, loving the feel as, somehow, that flesh moved, almost like a ripple. I had never, of course, felt anything like that, and it was fabulous. It made me want to spurt again, and I suddenly found that I could do that. Staying deep inside her, feeling her vagina stroke me, I let everything in me surge through my penis. A pain I hadn’t even felt was suddenly soothed and I sagged back down on her breasts as my essence flowed into her again.We both lay there, as if dead, except for labored breathing on both our parts. I rose and fell as she dragged air into her lungs and I tried to raise my body off hers again, to let her breathe, but her arms across my back tightened. Her unspoken command for me not to move let me sag back.Sometime later she kissed my cheek, murmuring little, ‘Thank you’s into my ear. I was content to lie there as I felt little drips ooze out of my softening prick. I wanted it to last forever.But, of course, it couldn’t. Eventually our combined body heat caused us to begin sweating, and that was uncomfortable. I finally rolled to one side and she caught my hand as I lay beside her, the sheets somehow thrown back, our naked bodies cooling in the air. For whatever reason there was no need for speech. I don’t know what was going through her mind – she never told me – but in my mind was the fervent hope that this wasn’t the only time that … whatever had happened … would happen. Some part of me knew that sex had taken place, but I don’t think it had sunk in yet.Eventually, we slept.I don’t know what woke me, but it was very dark, so I knew it was still the middle of the night. I felt my elbow against my mother, and it was warm there. Everything else had cooled off, and I shivered a little bit. I realized that my penis was hard again. Achingly hard, standing up off my little fluff of pubic hair, my penis seemed to be searching for something.And now … I knew what it was searching for. I didn’t even think about what I was doing as I climbed back on top of my sleeping mother. Her legs had closed and I had to put a knee between them to spread them so I could get between her legs. I felt her head move and she made a sound in her sleep. I still didn’t know how to make happen what had happened before, so I simply did what felt good and that was to rub my stiff prong against her. She was still slick, though that slickness was now cold against my hot cock. I felt the bottom of my prick slide between those same two lips of skin that my finger had found in the shower and their warmth felt wonderful. Again I slid up and then back, feeling the whole length of my cock glide along her skin between those lips.She woke up. I could hear a change in her breathing. Her hands came up to my sides and lay there lightly as I moved. Then her knees came up again, taking the place of her hands as they slid up onto my back.”Feels nice.” she murmured.Her right hand slid back down my side, between her knee and my side, and tried to force it’s way between us. I lifted a little and felt her find and grasp my hardness.”Mmmmmm,” she crooned.Her knuckles pressed against my abdomen, almost painfully as she pushed me further and I felt her bend my penis downward. Then there was that fabulous heat all around the tip again and I surged into her. She made that sound again and her hands came to my head. I could smell her … us … on her hands. As I strained forward, to be fully inside her, she pushed my head toward her breasts and I found my face full against one of them.”Suck,” she said in a moaning sound.I found a long, stiff nipple at my nose and adjusted until I could close my lips around it. I sucked and the sound she made caused my balls to tighten. It was hard to move in and out of her and suck at the same time, but I didn’t want to stop doing either. Her hands had moved to my butt cheeks and she pulled on them, and then moved her hands and what little give there was in my cheeks in a circle. I found I could do that and suckle at the same time. I didn’t know what a clitoris was, but she managed to make me crush hers and then massage it with the base of my cock while I sucked like a starving baby.Her whimpers started again and they shot clear to something deep inside me that answered by grinding harder against her. Then that rippling feeling started up again as she gasped and cried out. It was like she knew where the switch was to make my balls empty themselves and I groaned as I felt that rush of soothing fluid flash through my penis again. there wasn’t anything in the world I wanted to do more than squirt her full of that milky looking stuff.In the morning she woke me and said, “Once more before breakfast.”I knew what to do then and, before I was even fully awake, I was seated in her heat again. This time, when her muscles started working on me I could see her eyes. They were wide open, staring into my face with that soft look in them that I had loved for so many years. And, as I felt my penis begin to jerk and spray inside her she said to me, “Yes, cum in Mommy … fill Mommy up with your magic potion.”Breakfast was almost surrealistic after what had happened. She wore her robe, like she always did, and, though I don’t remember what we ate that morning, she fixed it like nothing had happened. We sat and ate as if nothing had happened either, though inside I was boiling over with emotions. The thought that that mysterious thing called “sex” had happened to me filled my brain. That it had happened with my own mother wasn’t uppermost in my mind. I know that sounds strange, but our relationship was so close already that this step didn’t seem that big a thing in that sense. But I knew that, despite their posturing and bragging, most, if not all of my friends, who “knew” so much more about sex than I did, hadn’t done what I had done last night. And that was huge to my f******n-year-old-mind. Suddenly I was at the front of the pack. Or would be if I told them what had happened.But I didn’t want to tell them what had happened. It wasn’t because it had happened with my mother. It was because what had happened was so special, and so precious, I wanted to keep all of it for myself.Mom put down her fork and stared at me. Her fingers picked the fork back up and fiddled with it. “How do you feel?” she asked.I was young and not all that bright, but I knew what she was talking about. I felt like my answer was the most important answer of my whole life. And, unable to put everything that was threatening to break my skull open into words, my mouth just said, “Good.”It was a typical sounding f******n year old response to a very atypical question. Those of you who are parents knew what I’m talking about. You ask for information and you get a one word response that sounds flat and unresponsive. I saw her eyes change and her mouth tighten up so that the corners made little creases. They were the only wrinkles on her face and I usually only saw them when she smiled. But she wasn’t smiling. Intuitively I knew that my answer had fallen flat.I tried again. “Good isn’t the right word.” I set out tentatively. “I don’t know the right word … words.” I said. “There are all those words they teach us in school. They call them superlatives. But none of them are superlative enough.” I floundered, unable to communicate.Her eyes changed again and I saw the wrinkles almost appear again … this time because of the beginnings of a smile. “So … what happened … would you say you were glad it happened?” she asked. Now she was frowning a little bit … worried.”Oh yes.” I said. “I wish it could happen a lot.””Really? With your mother?” she asked. Then she looked like she wished she hadn’t reminded me it had been with my mother. She looked more worried.I said. All my life I had been taught the nicest thing you could say to someone. I had been taught it was important to say those words, because people needed to hear them. So in my young mind, those words had a special power. I said them now. “I love you Mom.”I could see confidence flow back into her face. “What if I told you we shouldn’t have done that?” she asked. “What if I told you people would think what we did was wrong?”That was simple for a young teen boy. “Are you sorry it happened?” I asked.She looked startled. “No,” she said. She looked like she was going to say more, but didn’t.”Me neither.” I said. “I don’t really think it’s anybody else’s business if you’re happy and I’m happy.” I added. I got that fearful feeling in my throat … that feeling of peril, like when I thought she was going to stop the baths. “Do you think we could do it again?” I asked.She gave me a level look. “You’re my son,” she said.”Duh.” I said before I could stop it. It was another typical teen response and I felt stupid for saying it. “What I mean is I know you’re my mother.” That didn’t sound much better.She frowned again. “I am your mother, and you aren’t grown quite yet. That means I’ll still be making decisions for you … about what you can and can’t do. You aren’t going to like some of them. You’ll get mad at me sometimes.” She looked earnest. “I mean I still have to act like your mother.””Of course” I said. “But I don’t get mad at you very often. Most of what you make me do makes sense. I just don’t like doing it sometimes. I’m usually not mad at you, really. I’m just mad because I have to do something I don’t want to do.””Well, that’s nice to know,” she said. She looked startled again. “But still, there will be times when you’re mad at me.”I thought about that, and what had happened, and the last few years, when I had gotten mad at her and it made absolutely no difference at bath time. “Mom, I don’t think there’s any way in the world I could be mad at you and do what we did last night. It would be impossible. Even if I wanted to be mad I couldn’t stay that way if we were doing that.””Do you know what that was?” she asked. She blushed. “I mean what we did?””It was sex, wasn’t it?” I was sure … but still nervous about being wrong.”Oh yes, my darling, it was most definitely sex.” she laughed. She told me later she started to tell me it was good sex, but decided not to.”And we can do it again?” I asked, leaning forward. I had high hopes for her answer.”And when do you think you might want to do that again?” she asked. She was teasing, but I didn’t know it.It was Saturday. I didn’t have to go to school or anywhere else. “Now?” I asked hopefully.My mother laughed, and her laughter made my head want to explode. It was a laugh of pure joy, that I knew I was responsible for. It was the kind of laugh a c***d burns to hear when they are performing for their parents, wanting approval. But this laugh made my cock stand up straight and strong.She stood up. “We’re all stinky from last night. We need a shower,” she said.That was just fine with me.While the shower warmed up we stood there naked, looking at each other. I really examined her this time … all of her. Her hair was mussed, but she had a rosy healthy look to her that I’d never noticed before. I stared at the nipples I’d chewed on and sucked. They were long and stiff, which looked different than in the past. She opened the shower door and stepped in, holding the door open for me.This time when we washed it seemed hurried. She stroked my stiff cock a few times and then kissed me on the lips. She said “I don’t want to feel it on my skin right now. I want to feel it inside me.”That was just fine with me too.I don’t think we were really dry when we ran to her bedroom. She jumped on the bed and I was on her like a lion on a lamb, climbing on top of her before she even got settled on the bed.She giggled and laughed and pushed at me, calling me a bad boy, but I knew she didn’t mean it. She made me fight to get between her legs and I suddenly realized it was a game. I swooped with my mouth and captured a stiff jutting nipple, sucking hard and her hands came to my head, holding me there, instead of fighting. But her legs were still closed and I had to force one knee between them.I had a sudden flash of her, on her knees in the shower, her mouth sliding along my rigid pole and I thought of the boys in my class talking about “eating pussy”. I had a sudden urge to taste her and I jumped off, licking down her body from her breast, across her abdomen to the beginning of her hair. She gasped and made a sound in her throat and her hands pushed my head. Her legs opened, as if springs had suddenly been released and I dipped my tongue down to those soft flaps of flesh at her opening.My head didn’t fit in there and I couldn’t get to them like I wanted to, so I scrambled across her leg and, knees firmly on the bed, leaned in to lick and suck and probe with my tongue.She tasted wonderful. It was tangy in a way, but it tasted like nothing I’d ever had in my mouth and I loved it instantly. One finger slid between my face and her body and it stopped.”Lick there” she gasped. “Suck there.”I didn’t know what she meant, so I reached in with my fingers and spread her open, pulling those loose lips to each side. She was so pink! I hadn’t expected her to be so pink. Her fingertip was rubbing circles around a protrusion at the top of her opening. It almost looked like a picture I’d seen in science class of a pupa, with the resident forcing it’s way out to become a butterfly.I nosed her finger out of the way and sealed my lips around the lump she’d been rubbing. Her squeal of delight was electrifying. I didn’t know what this thing was, but I could tell she loved having it sucked on, just like her nipples, so I sucked with a vengeance. Her sex got wetter and wetter until my face was sliding around, all slippery and covered with juice, but her reaction to what I was doing was so much fun that I kept on.Her hands grabbed my hair and gripped painfully as her hips lifted up off the bed and she cried out in that grunting, gasping, yipping way that I knew now meant her muscles were rippling inside. Her hands left my hair and beat on the sheets beside us as she thrust her sex up into my face over and over again in rapid jerky movements. I lost my grip with my lips on the thing that was so much fun to suck and licked at it instead, wiping my tongue across it as many times as I could until her hands pushed me away from her.She was gasping for air, but managed to get out, “Ohhh Bobby …. baby … nobody’s ever done that for me before … Oh sweety, come here.”She pulled me up, grasping for my prick, which was wet from stuff leaking out of it. She brought it to where I had been licking and I knew what to do this time. I shoved and she moaned, “Yeeeesssssss,” as I sank into her.Then she talked to me. I don’t remember everything she said, but it was things like, “Cum in me baby … shoot in Mommy … give Mommy your special present.” She never mentioned the word “baby” – not then. But she told me that was all she could think about at the time. She had crossed the final frontier and wanted me to impregnate her. I have no idea what I would have though at the time if I knew that. But my instinct was to give her exactly what she was asking for, and it didn’t take long.And as I spurted deep inside her she cooed in my ear. “Yes, baby … yes … give me all of it … shoot it deep.”After that, my mother made herself available to me any time I wanted her. That sounds tacky or something, and it wasn’t like I’d walk in and say, “Okay, Mom, strip and spread ’em.” It wasn’t like that at all. There were times when she was horny and let me know it, and asked me to love her physically. And there were times when I was agitated and wanted to be next to her, or in her, and she always seemed to be ready then too. What seems odd now, but not then, was that we maintained separate bedrooms.It seems odd now, because when I look back on it, our physical tuzla escort relationship was more that of a husband and wife, than of a son and mother. But I think she always thought of me primarily as her son, and secondarily as her lover. She knew I’d be bringing friends home, and that there needed to be a “boy’s bedroom” for me to take them to. I suspect that she thought I’d meet girls and want to bring them home too … that maybe I’d try to get them into my bedroom to do what all boys and girls do when they get a chance and don’t think they’ll be caught.And … she brought men home. Even though I filled her with my prick almost daily, she told me she needed to date. I didn’t understand it, but she told me quite seriously that these dates she had didn’t affect the way she loved me, and never would. As a boy who, every time I kissed a woman – my mother – ended up in bed with her, I didn’t understand how this could be. But even though I saw her kiss several of them, I never saw her take one into her bedroom. And believe me I peeked. But, while she might make out a little on the couch, and while I saw one or two of them caressing her in places I didn’t like their hands to be, I took her at her word that these men were not competition for me. Eventually I was able to go to a friend’s house when she wanted to bring a man home and think of other things than what they might be doing. Part of what helped me with that was that very few men got brought home more than twice.But for me there were no girls. Not for the next three years, anyway. And that’s because of several things. First of all I had the dream lover that all boys want, but few ever have. My mother was an accomplished lover, even though the only other man she’d ever had was my father. She was aware of things they’d never done, and her willingness to experiment led us to hours and hours of cum-spurting joy. All I had to do was tell her what I’d heard about, and we tried it. She even let me take her anally one time. She liked it, but I didn’t care for it much. I couldn’t get around the idea that she’d be putting my cock in her mouth sooner or later each time we made love. And kissing me. Those things and anal sex just don’t go together well in my mind.Another thing happened that caused me not to look at other girls for more than just friendship. It happened about three months after that first wild night we spent in her bed. I got home from school and she had cooked one of my favorite dinners. That, in itself wasn’t strange. She did that often when she was horny. In fact, she taught me to cook because that made her horny. Whenever she suggested that we have a cooking lesson I knew I’d be in for some hot sweaty sex, often in the kitchen itself, before the meal was served. And then more thrusting, rutting fun after we’d done the dishes. As young as I was, I could get it up five or six times before my penis lay limp and dead for hours.So, when I smelled a roast in the crock pot, my dick got stiff. She was making a salad as I came in, and had on an old sweat shirt and sweat pants. That was another signal that she gave me sometimes. She knew I could get my hands inside those garments easily and when she had them on, that was all she had on. That day was no exception. I walked up behind her and slid my hands up under the shirt to cup her naked breasts. She sighed and put the knife down she had been cutting carrots with. Then she turned around and kissed me, long and deep.”Supper will wait,” she said.Then she took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. Making love in my bed was one of the things we did relatively rarely, usually when she was extra passionate about something. In my bed there was a lot of what I grew to think of as, “Mommy talk”, when she’d call me her son and herself my Mommy, and urge her son to put his thick young spunk in her pussy. When we were in her bed, she called me man names and herself a wide variety of things, not necessarily all complimentary. I think she worked out her frustration with the taboo nature of our relationship in her bed.At any rate, on this day she wanted me on the bottom and she rode me gently, obviously trying to make it last. Her muscles were so well developed now that, if she wanted to, she could make me spurt within a couple of minutes after getting me inside her. But today she didn’t use those muscles. She just rocked and leaned over, asking me to suck her nipples.It was while she was doing this that she said “Bobby, my baby, you know I love you.”My mouth was full of turgid tasty nipple and I made a sound something like, “Mphfft”, meaning “Of course Mom.””And you love Mommy too, don’t you sweety? You want Mommy to be happy, don’t you?”This was different. Her voice sounded different … nervous somehow … maybe worried. I let the nipple pop out of my mouth.”What’s wrong Mom?” I asked.”Ohhh Bobby honey … I’m pregnant,” she moaned.I went cold.Don’t laugh. At that moment all I could think about was those men she had brought home. I didn’t think even once about the gallons of young, potent sperm I’d packed into her womb.I got ready to ask her if she knew who had made her pregnant. I was running over the tone I would use in my head, trying to decide what tone would be right. I’m really glad I thought about that, because if I’d have asked that question I know now it would have broken her heart.She began rocking harder, and those muscles of hers started rippling. She could do that now without having an orgasm, and it meant she wanted to feel me spurting in her. I didn’t feel much like spurting at that precise moment though.She leaned over again, looking at my face. That soft, “Mommy loves you more than anything,” look was in her eyes. “Bobby made a baby in Mommy’s tummy.” she sighed.I thought I’d never be able to breathe again. My breath just stuck in my lungs like it was glue. My heart, however, started trying to tear its way out of my chest.”Is that okay, baby?” she asked, her voice a whine. “Please tell Mommy you still love her.”Now you have to understand where I was in life at that time. This story makes it sound like I must have been a man. After all, I did manly things … at least in bed with my mother. But remember that this whole relationship had been a series of … baby steps … no pun intended. I was still a f******n year old boy, even if I was one who got to do things that were normally reserved for men. And all the time I was doing those things, to me it was just something that Mom and I did that was wonderful and felt great, and that I loved.I hadn’t been trying to make a baby. I’d just been loving my mother.It had never occurred to me that I even could make a baby in my mother. Sure, I knew that it was how babies were made, but I just assumed that, like lots of other women, she’d do whatever women did to avoid making a baby. And I knew women could avoid making a baby if they wanted to.And it was suddenly crystal clear to me that my mother had gotten pregnant … on purpose. And I was smart enough to know that a woman who had multiple partners couldn’t exactly choose which of those partners made that baby. Which was why I said, “But what about those men?”It was the same question I am glad now I didn’t ask. But it wasn’t asked in the way I’m glad I didn’t ask it … if you know what I mean. It was an honest question, not loaded with accusation or spite or anger.She kept milking my cock, which had hardened even more for some reason. “Silly boy. If a woman gets pregnant, people expect there to be a man in her life. I had to make it look like there were men in my life. None of those men got to do what you do. They didn’t get to do this.” She rocked harder, impaled on my rod. “I wanted Bobby’s baby, not some other man’s. But I didn’t ask you first sweetheart. I should have asked you if it was okay. Do you forgive me? Do you still love me?”I answered her by flushing her full of my teenaged semen, bucking upward, now trying to make the baby I’d already made. And her response was gratifying. “Ohhhh baby, thank you, I want your baby sooooo much. You’ve made me a very happy mommy.”Talk about growing up fast. As the last of my sperm-laced semen oozed into her clasping pussy, I tried to imagine me … a father.Well, to make a long story shorter, I just couldn’t. And she didn’t expect me to, really. She wanted a baby and I gave her one, and that was enough for her. Single mothers weren’t all the rage in those years, but she didn’t seem to mind what other people would think. That they thought it was because of one of the men she’d been seen ushering into the house was enough for her. She could now watch her belly swell with a c***d she already loved and be happy.And swell it did. Being pregnant did nothing to dampen her enthusiasm for getting my pants off. If anything it made her even more horny. And, now that she didn’t have to bring men home any more, we had even more time to lie in bed, loving each other.One thing I noticed was that her taste changed. She had always been tart and tangy before, but her taste was more mellow now, and the fluids she produced for me to lap and suck up were thicker somehow. They were just as slippery though. My soon-to-be fifteen-year-old penis wasn’t all that huge, and her pussy was still tight, expanding only enough to accommodate my teenaged girth, but the lubrication she made while her belly grew bigger and bigger with our c***d was so slippery that I could often slide in and out of her hot tunnel for as much as half an hour before the friction brought her what she craved. I could cum faster than that if I wanted to, or if she wanted me to, but I gained a little control over things and our baby grew to make it difficult for us to fit together comfortably. In the end I had to be on the bottom all the time, which was okay with me, because I could cup and caress that bulging abdomen while her pregnant pussy sucked the cum from my balls.And I had grown to love that baby too. I didn’t know exactly how to think of it … as a brother or sister … or as a son or daughter. Son or daughter was much harder for me to get my mind wrapped around.In the end, it turned out that my passage had made it easier for my daughter, who was born at 11:42 PM, the day before my own birthday.In those days women stayed in the hospital longer after having a baby than they do nowadays. I couldn’t stand it. I got on my bike and rode it down to the hospital. The nurses knew my Mom was a widow and single, and that she had had an “accident” as they called it then. But the fact that her fifteen year old son – I proudly made sure they all knew it was my birthday – had ridden his bike to see her and to stare in awe at his “little sister” made them all make those, “Awwwww” sounds that tend to stiffen a boy’s prick. Two of them flirted with me a little. They were probably no more than twenty years old, just out of nursing school, and had no idea how dangerous their flirting might have been had they taken it a few steps further. But I have to confess, seeing my daughter in that bassinette made me look at those young women with a man’s eyes, and the thought of making their bellies swell with my c***dren flashed through my mind.Of course the hospital staff wouldn’t let me hold my little sister. But Mom did. I was in the room with her, just sitting as we talked about nothing, when they brought the baby in for her to feed. The nurse asked her if she wanted me to leave so she could feed the baby in private.”No, he’s going to have a major role in taking care of her.” said my mother. “We are family, and I’m not embarrassed that he see what happens.”The nurse, whose name was Nancy, and who was one of the ones who flirted with me, smiled widely. She looked at me and said, “Fifteen today and you get the best present a woman has to offer.” I tried to look suitably awed that I was going to get to see a naked breast. Nancy had no idea. Then again, maybe she did. I noticed that her own nipples had suddenly pushed through her sturdy bra and made dents in her uniform shirt. She closed the door and my mother fed our daughter.It was different seeing her breast in this situation. They had gotten bigger, of course, as her pregnancy progressed, and they looked so full that I thought they must hurt. My daughter knew exactly what to do when that fat nipple was presented to her and she latched on just like I did.My mom shuddered and her head fell back as she let out a little sound. “It stings” she said. “But then it feels good. I’d forgotten about that.” The baby ate noisily and I fidgeted, my prick hard. Mom looked up at me. “I named her Dawn,” she said. “I hope that’s okay with you.”I hadn’t even thought about her name. It was all too new and strange. “Dawn.” I said the name, letting it roll around on my tongue.”She’s the dawn of our new family.” said my mother. “But mum’s the word,” she cautioned. “If we’re going to have more babies we need to keep the origin of this one a secret.”Like I was going to go tell all my buddies I knocked my mother up.I rode back home, after being chastised by my mother for having ridden over ten miles on busy streets on my bicycle, and all the time smiling at me. I cleaned the house and made up some dinners I could freeze so there’d be things to eat when she first got home.Dawn was loud. That’s what I mostly remember about her in the early days. That and that I got to do something new. Dawn was a lusty eater, but even she couldn’t compete with Mom’s overflowing breasts. As a consequence, not long after she came home, Mom called me into the living room where she was feeding our baby.”Bobby, honey, would you do me a favor?” she asked.”Sure Mom.” I said. I always said that.”Your daughter only emptied one breast and then fell asleep. The other one hurts. Would you be kind enough to suck the milk out of it for me?”I have to admit I was hesitant at first. My mind recoiled a little at the thought of getting milk from my mother’s breast. I didn’t know what it would taste like. I knew it was kind of … well milky, but it was more clear than it was white, or at least it looked like it to me when I saw drips of it on her nipples. But I had learned to think about things differently than most fifteen-year-old boys, and it occurred to me that I loved sucking those nipples, and that suggested it was a natural thing for a man to do.So I did.I lay down on the couch on the side opposite of the arm she was cradling our daughter in and latched on. I gave a tentative suck and tasted sweet, but not much. Then I heard her make that sound … kind of a whine … and her head arched back like it had in the hospital and tasted just flooded my mouth.Man-Oh-man, I was hooked almost instantly. It was warm and sweet and there was so much of it. It just slid down my throat and I began making noises myself.I loved it so much that she almost couldn’t wean Dawn when it was time. Dawn got less and less and I got more and more. By then, of course, we were making love again, almost daily, and if we did it before she fed Dawn she leaked all over the place. I didn’t mind, because I just lapped and sucked her milk as her pussy sucked my milk out of me. But it was a hassle for her, because I’d be at school and she’d be full and hurting, so we agreed that that part of our fun was over for a while.It turned out to be about eleven months. When she quit nursing and dried up, I promptly put another baby in her womb. She was giddy because she only had one period after Dawn was born before I made her stop having them again. And this time I was trying. It took her longer to figure it out, because she wasn’t expecting her periods to be all that regular. She was at a well-baby checkup when she asked the Doctor if he could run a pregnancy test … just in case. Doc Carter had taken care of her through the first pregnancy, and had gotten to know her better than most people as a result. He didn’t know who Dawn’s father was, but he knew there was no regular man in her life. She told me about what he said when he came back with the news that there was another bun in her oven.”You know Claire ,” he said gravely. “It’s possible to have sex and not get pregnant.”She said she blushed, but then firmly told him that she had wanted a big family when Dad was alive, and since he couldn’t give it to her she’d just have to make do, even though she wasn’t interested in any of the potential ‘donors’ as potential husbands. She said he shook his head and then grinned. “Well, it’s your life. I kind of wish I wasn’t married Claire.”Did I tell you already she was Playboy Bunny material? Even after Dawn was born she kept her shape. We went on long walks pushing Dawn’s baby carriage, and then usually burned off even more calories having hot, sweaty sex afterwards. When men looked at her on the street … and men did look at her … it made her horny. It made me want to do such a good job that she wouldn’t think about those other guys.We decided to name this one Dodge if it was a boy and Chastity if it was a girl. That’s because of Mrs. Hornblower, who lived next door. Mrs. Hornblower was about eleventy-nine years old, all wrinkled and dried-up looking. She still wore hats every time she went out of her house, even if it was just to check up on me to see if I was mowing her yard the way she wanted me to. She’d sniffed a lot when Mom was carrying Dawn, but she went on the moral offensive when our second baby began to show. She reminded my mother of all the reasons it was a sin to have c***dren out of wedlock and said how disappointed she was with Mom and things like that. It got so Mom tried to dodge her every chance she got … hence the name Dodge. We couldn’t think of a name for a girl that would meet those requirements, but Mrs. Hornblower talked about chastity and purity so much that it was kind of obvious when I mentioned it. What little girl would want to run around being called “Purity”? Especially when she was about sixteen or s*******n, which we knew would happen at some point.We decided that the powers that be had opted for Dodge because she had a boy. We laughed about it when she said she was neither pure, nor chaste. Not around me anyway.Well, I could go on, but you’re probably tired by now. I’ll cut to the chase and tell you that, by the time I went off to college and met the woman who would bear my official c***dren, I had impregnated my mother a total of four times. She had exactly seven periods from the time I crawled into her bed the first time, to the time she tearfully kissed me goodbye as I drove off to start my degree in Biology. Naturally, I followed that up with an M.D. with a specialty of … Obstetrics. It just seemed to be the thing to do.Mom went on the pill after I left. She had her hands full and said four – five counting me – was enough to satisfy her. I asked her why she was going on the pill, kind of jealous like, and she just smiled at me.”You’re going to come visit me sometimes aren’t you?” she said, trying to sound injured.I did, too, as often as I could, at least until I met and married Darla. Since then? Well, I’ll leave you with a little bit of mystery in the story.I now have seven c***dren, four who call me brother, and the three my wife Darla gave me who call me Daddy. They’re all great k**s, and I love them all to pieces. We made the world a better place by bringing those k**s into it. We have no regrets at all.Gotta go. Mrs. Abernathy next door is going to watch the k**s while we go on a little trip. Darla is giving a lecture series about how to combat Dutch Elm disease.Mom has graciously offered to let us use the spare bedroom to save on motel costs, since the lectures are at the State Agricultural College ten miles down the road from where she lives. Darla thought that was a great idea, since with all my brothers and sisters there I’ll have something to do while she attends all those boring meetings.I’m pretty sure I won’t be bored at all.The End

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Mum’s The Wordby LubricanChapter OneYou’re going to think this is a sad story, because it starts out sad. But don’t be sad for long, brothers and sisters, because it ends up pretty okay, at least to me it does. I’m Bobby, by the way, Bobby Henderson. That really doesn’t matter to the story, except that it’s about me and my mother, Claire Henderson. There are a few other people in it too, but they only matter a little. I’ll mention them later.My mom’s story starts out like a lot of people hope their adult lives will start, with a good marriage to a good man who gave her a good baby – that’s me – and they were pretty happy, all things considered. But my father was killed in an accident at the plant and things sort of went to shit starting then.I was only six at the time, and I don’t really remember too much about him. I do remember my mother crying every night for a long, long time after she told me he wouldn’t be coming home any more. She told me later that, in my six year old style, I tried to make her feel better, telling her that I loved her and that it was going to be okay. That’s what she always told me whenever something I thought was bad had happened. You know … sc****d knee, fell off a chair, stepped on a nail … that kind of thing. So, when I heard her crying I said the same things to her. As strange as it sounds, the words I said to her when I was six had a profound impact on our relationship, and would continue to have that impact for years and years. That will become clear later.There was a huge insurance settlement that meant my mom didn’t have to work. She loved being a mother, and, as I was her only c***d (she had a miscarriage a year before Dad died) she had no one else to pour her love onto except me. I think all that love she had left over from loving my father got poured on me too, but that part comes later too.It was 1956 then, and attitudes about single mothers were different than than they are today. A widow woman in those days didn’t have much to hope for unless she was wealthy. We were, but I didn’t know it then. Mom was approached by all kinds of gold-digging guys who brought her flowers and candy and the like, but she rebuffed them all. Later she told me she felt like Daddy could see her and it just seemed dirty to do the things those men wanted her to do. So, being independently secure financially, she bent her attentions to a lot of volunteer kinds of things. She was a teacher aide, and a Red Cross Donut Dolly, and she worked at the homeless shelter sometimes. She went to the library, taking me with her, and read stories to c***dren one evening a week. I loved all those stories, and her sweet mellow voice as she read them. She had a knack for making up voices to go with the characters in the stories. She even made up a deep raspy voice when a troll spoke, and she actually sounded scary! To me at least.And in the evenings we played games and watched TV and she asked me all about school and my friends.My favorite time was bath time. In those days you didn’t take a bath every single day, like people do now. You took a bath when you needed one, and that was about it. A lot depended on what you did during the day. If you got hot and sweaty, you took a bath. If you didn’t do anything except sit in class, or something like that, you might not. I played outside quite a bit, with other k**s in the neighborhood, so I needed a bath more often than Mom did.The first bath I remember for sure was when I was maybe ten. I have vague memories of baths before that. Whenever mom took a bath, she put me in the tub too. It was really no different than it was any other time. As she washed herself, and me, we’d talk about things and she’d tell me stories. I do remember the feel of her soft hands sliding around on my body … across my chest, or back, or along my arms. It felt good when she touched me. And I remember that almost every single time she gave me a bath she told me what a big, strong boy I was, and how handsome I was. She said other things too, but I remember those the most.What happened when I was ten that made me never forget it was that she was sitting down in the tub, soapy water just under her breasts, and I was standing up while she washed my legs. We’d done it this way a thousand times.But this time I got an erection.Of course I didn’t know that’s what it was called then, but my little ten year old pecker reared its puny head and stuck straight out from my body like a flag pole off the facade at Macy’s. It was pointing right at Mom’s face like a little toy rifle. She never blinked an eye. When her hands slid down my belly they slid onto that stiff little thing and she washed it too.”You’re a handsome boy Bobby. And a big, strong boy,” she said, like she’d said a thousand times before. “And you’ve got a big strong handsome penis that you can be very proud of.”That was the first time I ever heard the word “penis”. All my friends called it a “dick”, but the way they said it communicated that it was a dirty word, so I never used that word around my mother.Her hand slid under my penis to the little empty sack that was under there, more of a bulge than anything else. “And someday you’re going to have big strong handsome testicles that will be all full of nice sperm for some lucky girl.”Now she was talking a foreign language, but her voice sounded mellow and sweet, like always, and I just assumed that whatever she was talking about was a good thing.Then it was my turn to wash her. It had been my job, for as long as I could remember, to wash her back, and her hair, and I liked doing it. Her back was smooth and slippery in the bath water, and her skin felt good to my hands, like her hands felt good to my skin.So I got behind her and washed her back and she handed me the shampoo like she had a thousand times before. We had a cup that we kept by the tub and we used that to capture fresh water to do her hair with. I loved pouring that cup of water over her head while she sputtered and acted funny. And I was rubbing my hands through her hair, getting up a good lather and my penis kept touching the back of her neck. It felt good doing that and I leaned forward a little, poking her more. She turned her head around and looked at what was poking her and then looked up at me with something in her eyes that made me feel all warm inside. Then she turned around and I finished up and poured three or four cups of water on her head while she sputtered and complained that she was drowning and called for help in a cartoon character’s voice.We dried each other off too. When she was drying me she dried my still-hard penis and I asked her: “Is it going to stay like that forever?”She smiled and said “No, it will get soft again. They always get soft again. It’s too bad, really, because they’re a lot more fun when they’re hard.”I didn’t understand that either, but my worry that my pants would stick out at school went away. It did get soft later, when I was in bed.But it got hard again the next time we bathed.In fact it got hard again every time we bathed after that. She never acted like it was anything to worry about, so I didn’t worry either. She started washing it more than she had in the past, though, and it felt wonderful when she did that. Her hand covered it, leaving about half an inch left over and, as she slid her hand back and forth to get that half inch clean too I got that warm feeling again, like when her big brown eyes had stared into mine.By the time I was twelve, she was washing my penis for ten minutes at a time. I had to have the cleanest penis in town, but I didn’t care, because it felt fabulous when she did that. I was too tall to wash her hair if she was sitting down now, and she got to her knees when it was time to wash her back and hair, and now my hard dick poked into her back, I got my body right up next to hers when I did her hair, rubbing my dick all over her back because it felt so good.Then one day she was washing my penis when I felt something happening in my groin. It was a kind of pain, but it was a pain that felt good somehow. It made me bend my knees. But it happened so fast that I got scared. I made a noise and Mom looked up at me and I guess my face was showing something because she stopped.Something made me say “Please don’t stop.””What’s happening Bobby?” she asked me.”I don’t know. It feels funny and it hurts kind of, but I want you to keep doing that.”And she started again, staring up at my face. The pain rushed back at me again and my gut clenched and it was awful … except that it was fabulous too! The pain streaked through my dick and it was so powerful that I had to sit down. I splashed water everywhere and bumped my head on the back of the tub. Mom was up and over me in a flash, worry in her eyes. I blinked and then grinned what must have been a funny looking grin because she laughed. She had the nicest, most musical laugh and all my worry that something bad had happened just fled. My dick felt wonderful.”Don’t worry. It’s going to be okay. My big strong boy is close to being a big strong man,” she said. She leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead. And, like I said earlier, those words made me feel like everything was fine. What had happened was strange, and a little scary, but if she said it was going to be okay, then it was going to be okay.Not long after that Jimmy Thompson snuck one of his father’s Playboys into school, and at recess he was showing it to a bunch of us boys. He opened it to the middle and there was a picture of a naked woman, standing by a bathtub. She was blond, like my mom, but had on a lot of makeup, which my mom didn’t wear. She didn’t look like my mother, but there were similarities. The guys were saying things like “Oh man!” and “Look at those tits!” and “You can almost see her pussy! and “Shiiit she’s sooo sexy.” These guys were salivating all over this picture and I couldn’t figure it out. I’d seen it all before, and much closer and in person, and I’d see again that night, or maybe the next. But I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut about it.That was the first time I realized that maybe … just maybe, the other boys didn’t take baths with their mothers. I mean all us guys took showers after gym, and I washed myself perfectly well in there and didn’t think a thing about it. But taking baths with my mother was just as normal, and I didn’t think anything about that either. At least not until Jimmy brought that Playboy to school.Andrew Tucker bawled that he was getting a hardon and grabbed his crotch. Two other guys said they were too and I realized it was because they were looking at a picture of a naked woman.I learned a lot that day. the rest of the day I thought about those hardons I got in the bathtub … when my mother was naked.And, to my credit (as she told me later), I asked my mother about it as we were getting ready to take a bath that night.”Mom, can I ask you a question?” I said.”Sure honey.” was her completely normal reply.So I told her about the Playboy, and about what the guys had all said, and about their erections.She had been taking off her blouse, but she stopped as I talked. I had already taken off my shirt and was standing there in jeans and socks.She didn’t say anything for a minute, and she was looking everywhere except at me. I remembered I hadn’t actually asked the question.”So my question is, do I get hardons in the bathtub because I think you’re sexy?”Now she looked at me. “You think I’m sexy?” she asked.”I guess so. You look kind of like the woman in the magazine, and they said she’s sexy.”Now I should tell you that my thirteenth birthday was going to be in a week, which made my mother thirty-two. And she did look similar to the woman in the playboy, but also different, like they were sisters, maybe. Her breasts were different. The woman in the magazine had big round breasts that bulged off her chest and looked like they weighed a lot. The rest of her was normal. I mean she wasn’t fat or anything. My mother’s breasts came out from her chest and then turned upwards almost, coming to a point. The tips were darker pink than the rest of her and they kind of looked like eyes that were looking in different directions, one looking slightly to the right and the other slightly to the left. In one way they looked kind of like little ski slopes or something on the tops. The bottoms were round, like that woman’s in the magazine.And Mom wasn’t fat either. Her waist was narrow above hips that spread out and then dipped back in where her legs started. She didn’t wear lots of makeup or anything, so her face looked plain, but I had seen her in makeup when she was going to a party or someplace where grownups did whatever they did, and she looked like the woman in the magazine then too.”Well, I knew this would happen some day,” she said with a sigh. “I guess it’s time we had a talk.” she started buttoning up her blouse. “And I guess there won’t be any more baths together.”I thought I’d done something horribly wrong. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my eyes got full of tears and I said, “Please Mom, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Please don’t be mad at me.”She looked startled and said, “Whatever are you talking about Bobby?””I don’t know!” I wailed. “But if we can’t have baths together any more you must be mad at me, and I don’t know why you’re mad, but I promise I won’t ever do it again. Please don’t make us stop.” I had suddenly equated bathing with my mother as a pleasure that was a privilege … that could be taken away for bad behavior.She got that look in her eyes again and she jumped up and hugged me tight. ‘Oh, I’m sorry baby,” she said in those soothing mother tones. “I’m not mad at you. Not at all. You’re a fine young man, and I love you very much. But we need to talk about some things.”I wiped my eyes, ashamed I was crying. Boys didn’t cry in those days. “Can’t we talk about it in the bathtub, like always?” I begged.She looked startled. When I later thought back on it, while I just thought we were taking baths and feeling good, she knew exactly what was going on in the bathtub, and she assumed I did too.She sat down on the toilet. “Maybe we can talk about it in the bath. But I have to ask you a question first. What do you know about sex?””Sex?” I said. “I don’t know. It’s how babies are made?” I asked hopefully.”Do you know what two people do to make a baby?” she asked patiently.I was lost. I heard the guys talking about tits and pussies and dicks all the time, and “getting it on” was mentioned a lot too, but it was all just words to me. I mean if somebody had never seen a car and they heard the words “bumper … clutch … tail light … headliner” would they understand how a car was made?So, to my credit (as she later told me), I told the truth. “I don’t think so.”She frowned and bit her lip. Then she said, “Bobby, when you see me naked, what do you think about?”Now what kind of question was that? I was trying to please her, to make her happy so we could take a bath and I’d get to wash her hair and rub my dick against her back, but I didn’t know the right answers.”I don’t know.” I started. “I think about how pretty you are, and about how good it will feel to wash your back, and about playing with the soap in your hair to make it stand up straight like Alfalfa’s cowlick on the Little Rascals.””Do you like it when I wash your penis?” she asked.”Sure, it feels great.” I said back. “It’s my favorite part, especially when I get that pain that feels so good.””Do you know what that nice feeling is called?” she asked, looking curious now.”It has a name?” I asked, surprised.She muttered, “What are they teaching k**s in school nowadays?” and then looked up at me. I realized she hadn’t been asking me that question. That warm look that I liked so much was in her eyes. I could almost fall into those eyes when she did that. They looked like big pools of liquid chocolate or something. And of all the things I felt my penis start getting hard.She stood up. “Bobby, I’m going to have to teach you about sex. It’s obvious the school isn’t doing it.” Neither of us knew that the sex ed part of Health wouldn’t take place until the year I’d be f******n, which was a whole year away. “There are things you need to know about, but it’s complicated. And I don’t want you talking with the other boys about anything we discuss. Deal?”She was unbuttoning her blouse again and the relief that flooded over me was so strong that my eyes teared up again. I snorted and gulped and rubbed my nose and said “Okay … deal.”So I got the lecture on the birds and the bees from my mother … in the bathroom … naked as a jaybird … with visual aides.When we were both naked, instead of getting in the bathtub she sat down on the toilet seat and told me to stand in front of her. She reached out and cupped my penis and balls in her hand. “These are what the man needs for sex” she said, hefting them. My penis got harder. “The testicles are located in here,” she fingered the sack that, a year ago had been small and empty, but which, since then, had grown something in there that hurt if I squeezed them too hard. I had been worried about that. I was afraid I had cancer or something. I wanted to talk to mom about it, but I was afraid, so I never did. Now, just by describing my sexual organs to me, she put my mind at ease. “And, when you’re old enough, the testicles will make sperm.” She played with them a little longer. “Your friends probably call these your balls,” she said.That was true and I told her so.”Now this,” she said, putting her hand around my mostly stiff penis, “is your penis. Your friends might have lots of names for it, like cock or prick. When the balls make sperm, that sperm comes out of this little hole at just the right time.””Like when I pee?” I asked.She smiled. “No, dear. It comes out when your penis is inside the woman’s vagina.””Oh,” I said. I had no idea what a vagina was.She must have known that because she went on. “Your friends call the vagina a pussy, probably. There are other words for it too, but most of them are not very nice.”I was confused. My penis stuck out a good four or five inches. I looked down at her hand, which was stroking my penis slowly. “But how can something like that go inside a woman?” I asked. “There’s no room for it.””Yes there is,” she said patiently. She spread her legs, opening up a part of her that I’d never really seen before. I’d seen the hair, but there was more, underneath that hair that I’d never known was there. It looked like she had a little sideways mouth, with two kind of floppy lips.”This is my pussy,” she said. One of her fingers teased the two lips apart and there was a small area of darkness, like a little hole exposed. “And it forms a tunnel up inside me,” she said. Then, as I watched unbelieving, she slid a finger up inside her body. A whole finger … clear up inside her! When she brought that finger out it was shiny and wet looking.”It’s wet!” I said, involuntarily.”Yes, my body makes something slippery to help a penis slid up inside there. It’s a small place, and a man’s penis is big. It helps if there’s lubrication.””But how do you know when to … um … make some lubrication?” I asked. This was starting to sound more and more complicated.Mom reached out and grasped my hard cock again. “Things happen automatically. Your penis gets hard when it wants to have sex. When a vagina wants to let a penis inside, it makes lubricant. Then, when the penis is inside the vagina, the sperm comes out.”She went on, explaining what the sperm did once it was inside a woman’s kadıköy escort body, and about how the egg, if it got penetrated by a sperm, attached itself to the wall of the womb and all that stuff. It was a lot of information.I was doing fine until we got to the part where the baby comes out of the vagina. There was no way I would believe that a whole baby could come out of a tiny little place like that. It would kill them both. We got into an argument and she insisted that it happened that way and finally I gave up and said I believed her. But I didn’t.Then we took our bath. Just like always.I don’t know if it was fate, or maybe the fact that I now understood and my body caught up with my brain, but on this night, when she washed my penis and that wonderful feeling, which she had just named “orgasm” came over me, it wasn’t the same. This time that awful sweet pain was there, but then I felt something going through my penis that felt really soothing. It all happened so fast that I just had a fleeting recognition of that soothing, delightful feeling when something shot out of the tip of my cock and splattered all over my mother’s breasts.Her eyes went all round and wide and she took in a big breath that she didn’t blow back out again. I was afraid she’d think I’d peed on her, even though I knew it wasn’t pee. But her other hand came up and rubbed at the stuff I’d shot out, spreading it all over her breasts. Her hand kept going, and as I looked down I could see more of the stuff oozing and dripping out of the end of my cock.Then she was holding me, her arms around me, my cock pressed to her breasts and her arms on my butt. It was a little like being tackled in football, except nobody was moving and it felt wonderful. It seemed like I should be doing something with my hands, so I kind of stroked her hair.I knew something important had happened. Then her lecture of only half an hour before came back to me. In an instant of clarity I had an idea. “Was that my sperm, Mom?” I asked.Those deep brown eyes looked up at me and she smiled the widest and most brilliant smile I’d seen on her face in a long time. “Yes it was sweety. You’re a real man now.”Then she explained what had happened and I learned a new word: masturbation. I’d heard of jacking off, but didn’t know what it meant and somehow knew that if I asked the guys I’d get laughed at. When she put a name to what she’d been doing to me when we bathed, I completely understood why the guys talked about it a lot. It had just never occurred to me that I could do it for myself. That was something Mom did. Plain and simple.But then we got into an argument because she said that mothers aren’t supposed to masturbate their sons. She said that, now that I was a man, she should stop doing that, and that our baths should stop and all kinds of things I didn’t like at all.I remember at one point I said, “If this is being a man I don’t want to be a man.”She had a tinkling laugh and it came out now. “Bobby, you’re going to love being a man. Some day you’ll get to slide that handsome prick you have into some lucky girl’s pussy and you’ll squirt all that lovely sperm inside her and she’ll have your baby. It will be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. You won’t miss seeing your flabby old naked mother at all.””Really?” I said, interested now, despite the fact that I wanted to tell her there wasn’t an inch of flab on her anywhere. “When will that happen?””Oh, I don’t know, maybe in eight or ten years,” she said.”Eight or ten years?!” I shouted. “I have to go without seeing you naked, or touching your soft skin for eight or ten years?!”You know how little k**s at the store bug their parents so much, asking for something over and over and over again that the parents finally throw up their hands and give in? Well, I wasn’t little, but I could beg with the best of them.My mother, though she kept saying that normal mothers didn’t do these things with their sons, continued to let me bathe with her. And each time she stroked me until I came. She usually rubbed my semen, another new word she taught me, into her skin, over her breasts. I wished I could do that part, but I never asked.Over the next year it began to get a little crowded in the tub, as I put on three inches of height and my muscles somehow got larger. I also started growing hair in places where there had been only wisps of fluff before. My voice started cracking and then settled into a baritone that I thought sounded quite good.On my f******nth birthday my mother did two things that I’ll remember forever. Oh, I’m sure she got me a birthday present, but I don’t remember what it was. But the first thing I remember about that day was that when it was bath time, and she said, “Bobby, you’re just getting too big for baths.”My first reaction was that she was going to make us stop. I wasn’t quite as emotional on the outside as I had been before, but inside I was dying. My shoulders must have slumped, or I did something that she saw, because she smiled and said, “Don’t you take showers at school?”Sure I did. “Uh .. yeah.” I said.”Then we can start taking showers here at home too,” she said simply.There was a big glassed-in shower in her bathroom, but I never went in there. The bathtub was in the main bathroom, the one I used all the time though, come to think of it, the only times I ever saw her in there was when she was doing laundry or we were taking a bath.She led me into her bathroom, holding my hand like I was a little boy again. The shower stall was bigger than I’d thought it would be, and there was plenty of room in there for both of us. She turned on the water and then started taking her clothes off. I stood there for a minute, watching. There was something about seeing her take off her clothing in a place we’d never done it before that made it seem different somehow. I’d seen her naked hundreds of times, of course, but as her breasts came into view I saw again the pages of that Playboy magazine, and the woman standing there, showing her breasts to the world. I got instantly hard.She looked at me quizzically and I fumbled with my shirt buttons, trying to catch up to her for some reason. When I slid my pants down and my cock flopped out she smiled.”You always make me feel pretty,” she said.”Huh?” I responded.”Your erections … and the way you look at me. They always make me feel pretty,” she said, dropping the last of her clothes.”You are pretty.” I said. She was. It was just a statement of fact. “You’re just as pretty as that woman in the magazine.” I said, unthinkingly. She looked confused. “The woman in the Playboy I told you about.” I added.Her eyes lit up and she laughed. “The girls are going to have to watch out for you pretty soon,” she said, still laughing. “With a tongue like that they’re going to be in trouble.”We got into the shower, which was all foggy by then and soon her hands were sliding all over my body. This was different somehow. Maybe it was because in the bathtub we had washed ourselves, mostly, with the exception that I washed her back and she washed my penis until I ejaculated. But this time she washed all of me, with long strokes of her hands that felt fabulous, touching so much more of me than before. It was fantastic. I just stood there and shook with the emotions it caused. She started washing my penis and made this sound in her throat that was kind of like a growl.”You’ve grown so much in this last year,” she said, stroking me. “You’re a man in all but years.” She was close to me. “Your father would be so proud of you.”Her hand, sliding up and down what Jimmy Johnson had only that day called a “love bone”, felt so good I moaned. Then she stopped. I made a sound of unhappiness and she laughed again .”Tonight, as part of your birthday present, you get to wash me,” she said. “All of me.”It was incredible. I had felt her back a hundred times, but as I slid my soapy hands all over her she felt so much different. I wanted to wash those breasts suddenly, and my hands cupped them and squeezed them, sliding over them. There were suddenly bumps on the tips of those soft round things, and I bent over to see them. Her nipples had always been flat before, but now they stuck out … way out … almost like my penis got bigger and longer and stiffer. She moaned as I tweaked one, feeling its texture.”Wash me everywhere,” she said. She sounded like she had run some little distance, and was breathing deeply. When I didn’t move my hands she took one and shoved it down, between her legs, to that place where she had slid a finger into herself. “Wash me there,” she gasped.I gave an experimental kind of rub and was astonished when my middle finger slid into a crevice of sorts. Mom moaned again and her knees bent a little as she opened her legs a little.”Yes,” she panted. “Right there.” I moved my hand, feeling hair and skin and that crevice as one of her hands went to my shoulder and the other went to my chest. She pulled on my shoulder and pushed on my chest. I knew that when she washed my cock that it felt better when she went faster, so I started sliding my hand in and out between her legs. The tip of my middle finger found something deeper inside that crevice and slid into her body, like her own finger had.”Yes, baby,” she groaned.Watching her face told me this was something that made her feel very good. Not knowing anything else to do I slid my finger in and out of her and washed her more and more. She stumbled backward, pulling me with her until her back was against what I knew was the cold surface of the tile on the wall. Her eyes closed and she turned her face up as her mouth gaped open. Suddenly she shook all over and the flesh around my finger got tighter. She let out a long, whining moan that, had I not known was from happiness, I would have thought was from pain.Something told me to stop rubbing and I froze, my finger still deep in her body. Her eyes opened and I saw something there that was almost scary. It wasn’t that loving deep look she had given me so many times. Her eyes looked almost cat like somehow … intense … like she looked when she was really really mad, only the rest of her face wasn’t her ‘mad’ face.The hand she had on my chest went up to my other shoulder and she pulled me to her. I wanted to be up against her, but my hand was between us and I pulled it out from between her legs. Her breasts crushed into my chest, soft, yielding but somehow firm too, and her lips came towards mine. I knew she was going to kiss me but I’d never kissed anybody and didn’t know what to do. So I just leaned against her and waited.When her lips touched mine they moved apart and then together again, almost like she was trying to take a little bite out of my lips. I had this insane thought that she was going to bite me for some reason. Then her tongue forced against my closed lips and I opened my mouth in surprise. She turned her head a little sideways and I felt her tongue go inside my mouth and dart all over. It was so strange. I thought I should be grossed out, but I wasn’t. In fact, something made me want to stick my tongue into her mouth. And when I did she crushed me to her with strength I wasn’t aware she had in her light, slim body.I wish I could tell you more about that kiss, but the fact is I don’t remember much more about it than that. I got kind of light-headed and my mind sort of flitted off somewhere else for a minute.When it came back she had stopped kissing my lips and was kissing my chest … then my stomach … and then she was on her knees in front of me, with the water pouring over both of us … and something hot engulfed my iron hard penis. I looked down.It was her mouth.I wish I could tell you more about how her mouth felt on my penis, but the fact is that my mind flitted off to make sure that wherever it went the first time was still there. When it came back I was spurting. Her mouth was sucking then. I felt like my whole insides was shooting out through my prick into her mouth.Then I fell down.I know it sounds stupid, but I did. I didn’t trip or anything. I just suddenly fell down. I felt myself going and sort of caught myself with my hands just as my tailbone hit the tile floor. It would have hurt a lot more if I hadn’t been able to do that. It still hurt a lot.Mom was all scared and concerned looking and crawled over to make sure I was okay. The feeling of weakness passed and I told her I was okay and she turned off the water and helped me stand up.”Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, dripping and naked beside me.”Yeah.” I responded. “I think it just felt so good for a second there that I didn’t want to stand up any more.”She laughed and I felt better. She got a big fluffy towel and dried me off, and then herself. I was watching as she dried herself, and her breasts and everything were so beautiful. I looked down and my prick was standing straight out from my body again. I couldn’t believe it.Mom looked over at me and that look in her eyes came back. She stood up and said, “I’m worried about you.””No … really … I’m fine.” I stammered.”Well I’m still worried. I think you had better sleep in my bed tonight,” she said.Okay, now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that a thirty-something woman who just blew her son in the shower wasn’t worried at all, and that he had to be completely stupid not to know what she really meant. But you aren’t f******n, with no experience … well with almost no experience … who just went through something that was still sending aftershocks through you.But I was all those things. And I really didn’t know what she meant.”Okay” I said. “But where are you going to sleep if I sleep in your bed?”Remember … I told you I was completely stupid.She smiled a tight little smile. “The bed’s big enough for two, and I think I need to keep an eye on you. At least for tonight. You know, like they say at the hospital when they make somebody stay overnight for observation? I’m going to put you under observation tonight.”It sounded reasonable to me and, when she took my hand and led me to her bedroom, I followed. She let go of my hand and turned back the covers.I said “I’ll go get my PJs.”She laughed that delightful laugh that sounded like she was SO happy. “In my bed you don’t need PJs.”So, naked as a jaybird, I crawled into my mother’s bed and, after she turned out the light, naked as another jaybird, she climbed in with me.Chapter TwoI know that, to you who are reading this, many years later, it seems I was an incredibly dense young man. To have my mother first masturbate me and then put my penis in her mouth as it spurted seems clear and simple to you as an indicator of where things might be headed. But remember, I was f******n, in a small town that was pretty conservative, and where talk of sex was restricted to the playground, or the infrequent sleepovers we had in those days. Sex education was just beginning to be talked about as part of the health classes taught in those days. And, for the most part, “Health Class” meant instruction on the importance of hygiene in combating disease. Those were the days when people didn’t take baths every day like most do nowadays. The ‘ration mentality’ of the war and the Korean conflict that followed had only begun to abate in the last ten years, and many people of my mother’s age were very frugal when it came to household expenses. Even though my mom was well off, due to the insurance settlement, we didn’t live a grand lifestyle. Other than the fact that there was no man coming home at the end of the day, you couldn’t have told us apart from any of our neighbors.But a vibrant young woman, whose dreams of a family, dreams which, only a few years ago were ripe and ready to burst like buds on a tree in spring, were no longer viable, couldn’t be blamed for trying to revive those dreams. Those dreams wouldn’t have been understandable to a f******n year old boy, with his own set of problems and dreams. And the fact that she never told me, at least not then, how she was feeling and what she wanted out of life, is completely understandable now that I’m older.She knew what we were doing was something that society would lambaste us for if anyone found out. She resisted what was slowly happening inside her as her passions grew and grew. She tried to find a man to sate those passions with, in the way our neighbors would have called “normal”. But the men she met were always compared against the standard of my father. And all were found to be wanting. She later told me that, as she spent time with these men, the thoughts uppermost in her mind was, “Would I want to bear this man’s c***dren? Would I be thrilled to welcome this man into my arms each day? Would this man be a fitting father for my future c***dren? Do I love this man?”And each time she found, much to her dismay, that the answer was, “No,” to all of those questions. And, inevitably, after finding those answers, she’d find herself washing a boy … almost a man … who she did love. A man she admired, who had a good heart, whose innocence was something that fed her passions. A man she’d always be glad to welcome into her arms at the end of the day.Can she be blamed so harshly for looking at me as a possible donor of the seed that would fulfill her dreams?That night, as I felt her warm, naked body slide between the sheets of her bed, and press against mine, she was feeling that … maybe … her dream was back within reach. She wasn’t a predator. She wasn’t being mercenary about it. She just wanted what every woman wants … a man to love, and to cleave to, whom she feels safe with and loved by. And the emotions that were raging through her that night didn’t leave room to think about the ramifications of what she was thinking about doing.I suppose a psychologist might say that the desires uppermost in her mind were so strong that they blocked out that part of her intelligence that would have told her she mustn’t do what she was planning at all. And, if she just had to do what she was planning, she mustn’t do it without taking the appropriate precautions. I, for one, think that the fact she had never been on any kind of birth control in her entire life had more to do with it than anything else. When she’d married my father she was a virgin, and they had wanted to start a family immediately. After he’d died she assumed that, if she decided to let a man into her inner sanctum, it would happen slowly … would evolve … that she’d have plenty of time to think about what to do before the gates of that inner sanctum were breached.Now I know that you, the reader, who have had time to assimilate all that had happened thus far, are fidgeting in your seat, leaning forward … saying “What do you mean? She’s been playing with you sexually for years! She had years to prepare for this night.”But you must understand that she never intended for our play to go as far as it had. She never anticipated wanting to swallow my prick … to take my semen inside her body. And when it happened it was as unexpected as when a virgin, thinking she’s going to the Prom only to dance and perhaps flirt with a boy, suddenly finds herself in the back seat of a car, Prom dress gathered at her waist, as something completely unanticipated thrusts through her barrier and penetrates her to her very core.What I’m saying is that she was just as surprised at sliding between those sheets to join me as I was.And her sigh of, “Oh Bobby,” as she did so was not a sigh of acceptance, or passion, or üsküdar escort even lust, as you might expect. It was a sigh of remorse as that little part of her brain that knew she was doing something that would turn our life together on its head tried one last time to penetrate her passion and lust.Had I said, “Yes?” or, “What Mom?” or any of the other possible things a normal boy might respond with when his mother says, “Oh Bobby”, things might have been different, and her conscience might have won the day … or night, as it were. But my response to feeling her warmth and nakedness and all that smooth skin against me was more of a, “Mmmmmmm.” And THAT response struck her conscience a slap on the face that knocked it back into the dim closet that her lust and passion wanted it to remain in.The result was that I found myself being pulled on top of all that lovely naked skin. I felt her breasts flatten against my chest and her legs spread to make a comfortable saddle for me to lie in. I felt her lips find mine in a hot, wet kiss that sucked the breath from my lungs and made me light headed. And … I felt her hand between us on my rock hard penis … just before the tip of that penis sank into something so hot and so slippery and so … amazing.There is an instinct in every man, when he feels that first tentative penetration, to push for more. I did, and in an instant, my whole prick was sheathed in that fabulous heat. My mother’s groan as, after years of having nothing in her, she was suddenly filled, was a sound I’ll never forget. And even though I have heard that sound many times since, that first one is the one that makes my blood boil every time I replay it in my mind.Our first coupling was like the first French kiss a person experiences. It seemed to last only seconds, but, within those few seconds, it was like a raging wildfire in a hundred year old forest choked with fuel after a decades long drought. Her shudder of completion came as quickly as the sperm in my balls boiled over and exploded from my penis like a geyser at Yellowstone. I don’t even think we had time for me to withdraw and thrust, something I did after the first two explosive spurts of my ejaculation entered her body. And even then there was no rhythm to what I did. I just jerked spasmodically as my body tried to shove every drop of my seed available out into her hot sheath.I gave a wrenching sob and my body pummeled hers as I emptied. I think her own climax was as complete a surprise to her as mine was to me. I don’t know how long it was after that – it couldn’t have been an entire minute – but her second sigh of, “Ohhh Bobby,” sounded like a thousand birthday cards rolled into one to my ears. Her gratitude for what I had just given her was astounding, and it struck into my brain like fire. I either stayed hard, or was was hard again almost immediately, and now the urge to shove and withdraw was strong. I assuaged that urge by rocking my whole body on top of hers, sliding toward her feet and then back toward her head. Her hands came to my back and helped me, and her little murmurs of joy at the feelings washing over her were like gasoline thrown onto a fire.Again, I can’t tell you how long it lasted. Now it seemed to go on and on and on, and I wished for it never to end. I got my knees into a position that let me use them to shove forward and her legs opened wider as her knees drew up and pressed against my sides. I found that if I pushed up on my arms I could bring more force to bear on slamming my prick into her, and I wanted to slam it as hard as I could for some reason. She began whimpering with little soft, short high-pitched sounds and I felt that hot flesh surrounding my cock press on it, tightening. That felt good and I stayed in for a few seconds, loving the feel as, somehow, that flesh moved, almost like a ripple. I had never, of course, felt anything like that, and it was fabulous. It made me want to spurt again, and I suddenly found that I could do that. Staying deep inside her, feeling her vagina stroke me, I let everything in me surge through my penis. A pain I hadn’t even felt was suddenly soothed and I sagged back down on her breasts as my essence flowed into her again.We both lay there, as if dead, except for labored breathing on both our parts. I rose and fell as she dragged air into her lungs and I tried to raise my body off hers again, to let her breathe, but her arms across my back tightened. Her unspoken command for me not to move let me sag back.Sometime later she kissed my cheek, murmuring little, ‘Thank you’s into my ear. I was content to lie there as I felt little drips ooze out of my softening prick. I wanted it to last forever.But, of course, it couldn’t. Eventually our combined body heat caused us to begin sweating, and that was uncomfortable. I finally rolled to one side and she caught my hand as I lay beside her, the sheets somehow thrown back, our naked bodies cooling in the air. For whatever reason there was no need for speech. I don’t know what was going through her mind – she never told me – but in my mind was the fervent hope that this wasn’t the only time that … whatever had happened … would happen. Some part of me knew that sex had taken place, but I don’t think it had sunk in yet.Eventually, we slept.I don’t know what woke me, but it was very dark, so I knew it was still the middle of the night. I felt my elbow against my mother, and it was warm there. Everything else had cooled off, and I shivered a little bit. I realized that my penis was hard again. Achingly hard, standing up off my little fluff of pubic hair, my penis seemed to be searching for something.And now … I knew what it was searching for. I didn’t even think about what I was doing as I climbed back on top of my sleeping mother. Her legs had closed and I had to put a knee between them to spread them so I could get between her legs. I felt her head move and she made a sound in her sleep. I still didn’t know how to make happen what had happened before, so I simply did what felt good and that was to rub my stiff prong against her. She was still slick, though that slickness was now cold against my hot cock. I felt the bottom of my prick slide between those same two lips of skin that my finger had found in the shower and their warmth felt wonderful. Again I slid up and then back, feeling the whole length of my cock glide along her skin between those lips.She woke up. I could hear a change in her breathing. Her hands came up to my sides and lay there lightly as I moved. Then her knees came up again, taking the place of her hands as they slid up onto my back.”Feels nice.” she murmured.Her right hand slid back down my side, between her knee and my side, and tried to force it’s way between us. I lifted a little and felt her find and grasp my hardness.”Mmmmmm,” she crooned.Her knuckles pressed against my abdomen, almost painfully as she pushed me further and I felt her bend my penis downward. Then there was that fabulous heat all around the tip again and I surged into her. She made that sound again and her hands came to my head. I could smell her … us … on her hands. As I strained forward, to be fully inside her, she pushed my head toward her breasts and I found my face full against one of them.”Suck,” she said in a moaning sound.I found a long, stiff nipple at my nose and adjusted until I could close my lips around it. I sucked and the sound she made caused my balls to tighten. It was hard to move in and out of her and suck at the same time, but I didn’t want to stop doing either. Her hands had moved to my butt cheeks and she pulled on them, and then moved her hands and what little give there was in my cheeks in a circle. I found I could do that and suckle at the same time. I didn’t know what a clitoris was, but she managed to make me crush hers and then massage it with the base of my cock while I sucked like a starving baby.Her whimpers started again and they shot clear to something deep inside me that answered by grinding harder against her. Then that rippling feeling started up again as she gasped and cried out. It was like she knew where the switch was to make my balls empty themselves and I groaned as I felt that rush of soothing fluid flash through my penis again. there wasn’t anything in the world I wanted to do more than squirt her full of that milky looking stuff.In the morning she woke me and said, “Once more before breakfast.”I knew what to do then and, before I was even fully awake, I was seated in her heat again. This time, when her muscles started working on me I could see her eyes. They were wide open, staring into my face with that soft look in them that I had loved for so many years. And, as I felt my penis begin to jerk and spray inside her she said to me, “Yes, cum in Mommy … fill Mommy up with your magic potion.”Breakfast was almost surrealistic after what had happened. She wore her robe, like she always did, and, though I don’t remember what we ate that morning, she fixed it like nothing had happened. We sat and ate as if nothing had happened either, though inside I was boiling over with emotions. The thought that that mysterious thing called “sex” had happened to me filled my brain. That it had happened with my own mother wasn’t uppermost in my mind. I know that sounds strange, but our relationship was so close already that this step didn’t seem that big a thing in that sense. But I knew that, despite their posturing and bragging, most, if not all of my friends, who “knew” so much more about sex than I did, hadn’t done what I had done last night. And that was huge to my f******n-year-old-mind. Suddenly I was at the front of the pack. Or would be if I told them what had happened.But I didn’t want to tell them what had happened. It wasn’t because it had happened with my mother. It was because what had happened was so special, and so precious, I wanted to keep all of it for myself.Mom put down her fork and stared at me. Her fingers picked the fork back up and fiddled with it. “How do you feel?” she asked.I was young and not all that bright, but I knew what she was talking about. I felt like my answer was the most important answer of my whole life. And, unable to put everything that was threatening to break my skull open into words, my mouth just said, “Good.”It was a typical sounding f******n year old response to a very atypical question. Those of you who are parents knew what I’m talking about. You ask for information and you get a one word response that sounds flat and unresponsive. I saw her eyes change and her mouth tighten up so that the corners made little creases. They were the only wrinkles on her face and I usually only saw them when she smiled. But she wasn’t smiling. Intuitively I knew that my answer had fallen flat.I tried again. “Good isn’t the right word.” I set out tentatively. “I don’t know the right word … words.” I said. “There are all those words they teach us in school. They call them superlatives. But none of them are superlative enough.” I floundered, unable to communicate.Her eyes changed again and I saw the wrinkles almost appear again … this time because of the beginnings of a smile. “So … what happened … would you say you were glad it happened?” she asked. Now she was frowning a little bit … worried.”Oh yes.” I said. “I wish it could happen a lot.””Really? With your mother?” she asked. Then she looked like she wished she hadn’t reminded me it had been with my mother. She looked more worried.I said. All my life I had been taught the nicest thing you could say to someone. I had been taught it was important to say those words, because people needed to hear them. So in my young mind, those words had a special power. I said them now. “I love you Mom.”I could see confidence flow back into her face. “What if I told you we shouldn’t have done that?” she asked. “What if I told you people would think what we did was wrong?”That was simple for a young teen boy. “Are you sorry it happened?” I asked.She looked startled. “No,” she said. She looked like she was going to say more, but didn’t.”Me neither.” I said. “I don’t really think it’s anybody else’s business if you’re happy and I’m happy.” I added. I got that fearful feeling in my throat … that feeling of peril, like when I thought she was going to stop the baths. “Do you think we could do it again?” I asked.She gave me a level look. “You’re my son,” she said.”Duh.” I said before I could stop it. It was another typical teen response and I felt stupid for saying it. “What I mean is I know you’re my mother.” That didn’t sound much better.She frowned again. “I am your mother, and you aren’t grown quite yet. That means I’ll still be making decisions for you … about what you can and can’t do. You aren’t going to like some of them. You’ll get mad at me sometimes.” She looked earnest. “I mean I still have to act like your mother.””Of course” I said. “But I don’t get mad at you very often. Most of what you make me do makes sense. I just don’t like doing it sometimes. I’m usually not mad at you, really. I’m just mad because I have to do something I don’t want to do.””Well, that’s nice to know,” she said. She looked startled again. “But still, there will be times when you’re mad at me.”I thought about that, and what had happened, and the last few years, when I had gotten mad at her and it made absolutely no difference at bath time. “Mom, I don’t think there’s any way in the world I could be mad at you and do what we did last night. It would be impossible. Even if I wanted to be mad I couldn’t stay that way if we were doing that.””Do you know what that was?” she asked. She blushed. “I mean what we did?””It was sex, wasn’t it?” I was sure … but still nervous about being wrong.”Oh yes, my darling, it was most definitely sex.” she laughed. She told me later she started to tell me it was good sex, but decided not to.”And we can do it again?” I asked, leaning forward. I had high hopes for her answer.”And when do you think you might want to do that again?” she asked. She was teasing, but I didn’t know it.It was Saturday. I didn’t have to go to school or anywhere else. “Now?” I asked hopefully.My mother laughed, and her laughter made my head want to explode. It was a laugh of pure joy, that I knew I was responsible for. It was the kind of laugh a c***d burns to hear when they are performing for their parents, wanting approval. But this laugh made my cock stand up straight and strong.She stood up. “We’re all stinky from last night. We need a shower,” she said.That was just fine with me.While the shower warmed up we stood there naked, looking at each other. I really examined her this time … all of her. Her hair was mussed, but she had a rosy healthy look to her that I’d never noticed before. I stared at the nipples I’d chewed on and sucked. They were long and stiff, which looked different than in the past. She opened the shower door and stepped in, holding the door open for me.This time when we washed it seemed hurried. She stroked my stiff cock a few times and then kissed me on the lips. She said “I don’t want to feel it on my skin right now. I want to feel it inside me.”That was just fine with me too.I don’t think we were really dry when we ran to her bedroom. She jumped on the bed and I was on her like a lion on a lamb, climbing on top of her before she even got settled on the bed.She giggled and laughed and pushed at me, calling me a bad boy, but I knew she didn’t mean it. She made me fight to get between her legs and I suddenly realized it was a game. I swooped with my mouth and captured a stiff jutting nipple, sucking hard and her hands came to my head, holding me there, instead of fighting. But her legs were still closed and I had to force one knee between them.I had a sudden flash of her, on her knees in the shower, her mouth sliding along my rigid pole and I thought of the boys in my class talking about “eating pussy”. I had a sudden urge to taste her and I jumped off, licking down her body from her breast, across her abdomen to the beginning of her hair. She gasped and made a sound in her throat and her hands pushed my head. Her legs opened, as if springs had suddenly been released and I dipped my tongue down to those soft flaps of flesh at her opening.My head didn’t fit in there and I couldn’t get to them like I wanted to, so I scrambled across her leg and, knees firmly on the bed, leaned in to lick and suck and probe with my tongue.She tasted wonderful. It was tangy in a way, but it tasted like nothing I’d ever had in my mouth and I loved it instantly. One finger slid between my face and her body and it stopped.”Lick there” she gasped. “Suck there.”I didn’t know what she meant, so I reached in with my fingers and spread her open, pulling those loose lips to each side. She was so pink! I hadn’t expected her to be so pink. Her fingertip was rubbing circles around a protrusion at the top of her opening. It almost looked like a picture I’d seen in science class of a pupa, with the resident forcing it’s way out to become a butterfly.I nosed her finger out of the way and sealed my lips around the lump she’d been rubbing. Her squeal of delight was electrifying. I didn’t know what this thing was, but I could tell she loved having it sucked on, just like her nipples, so I sucked with a vengeance. Her sex got wetter and wetter until my face was sliding around, all slippery and covered with juice, but her reaction to what I was doing was so much fun that I kept on.Her hands grabbed my hair and gripped painfully as her hips lifted up off the bed and she cried out in that grunting, gasping, yipping way that I knew now meant her muscles were rippling inside. Her hands left my hair and beat on the sheets beside us as she thrust her sex up into my face over and over again in rapid jerky movements. I lost my grip with my lips on the thing that was so much fun to suck and licked at it instead, wiping my tongue across it as many times as I could until her hands pushed me away from her.She was gasping for air, but managed to get out, “Ohhh Bobby …. baby … nobody’s ever done that for me before … Oh sweety, come here.”She pulled me up, grasping for my prick, which was wet from stuff leaking out of it. She brought it to where I had been licking and I knew what to do this time. I shoved and she moaned, “Yeeeesssssss,” as I sank into her.Then she talked to me. I don’t remember everything she said, but it was things like, “Cum in me baby … shoot in Mommy … give Mommy your special present.” She never mentioned the word “baby” – not then. But she told me that was all she could think about at the time. She had crossed the final frontier and wanted me to impregnate her. I have no idea what I would have though at the time if I knew that. But my instinct was to give her exactly what she was asking for, and it didn’t take long.And as I spurted deep inside her she cooed in my ear. “Yes, baby … yes … give me all of it … shoot it deep.”After that, my mother made herself available to me any time I wanted her. That sounds tacky or something, and it wasn’t like I’d walk in and say, “Okay, Mom, strip and spread ’em.” It wasn’t like that at all. There were times when she was horny and let me know it, and asked me to love her physically. And there were times when I was agitated and wanted to be next to her, or in her, and she always seemed to be ready then too. What seems odd now, but not then, was that we maintained separate bedrooms.It seems odd now, because when I look back on it, our physical tuzla escort relationship was more that of a husband and wife, than of a son and mother. But I think she always thought of me primarily as her son, and secondarily as her lover. She knew I’d be bringing friends home, and that there needed to be a “boy’s bedroom” for me to take them to. I suspect that she thought I’d meet girls and want to bring them home too … that maybe I’d try to get them into my bedroom to do what all boys and girls do when they get a chance and don’t think they’ll be caught.And … she brought men home. Even though I filled her with my prick almost daily, she told me she needed to date. I didn’t understand it, but she told me quite seriously that these dates she had didn’t affect the way she loved me, and never would. As a boy who, every time I kissed a woman – my mother – ended up in bed with her, I didn’t understand how this could be. But even though I saw her kiss several of them, I never saw her take one into her bedroom. And believe me I peeked. But, while she might make out a little on the couch, and while I saw one or two of them caressing her in places I didn’t like their hands to be, I took her at her word that these men were not competition for me. Eventually I was able to go to a friend’s house when she wanted to bring a man home and think of other things than what they might be doing. Part of what helped me with that was that very few men got brought home more than twice.But for me there were no girls. Not for the next three years, anyway. And that’s because of several things. First of all I had the dream lover that all boys want, but few ever have. My mother was an accomplished lover, even though the only other man she’d ever had was my father. She was aware of things they’d never done, and her willingness to experiment led us to hours and hours of cum-spurting joy. All I had to do was tell her what I’d heard about, and we tried it. She even let me take her anally one time. She liked it, but I didn’t care for it much. I couldn’t get around the idea that she’d be putting my cock in her mouth sooner or later each time we made love. And kissing me. Those things and anal sex just don’t go together well in my mind.Another thing happened that caused me not to look at other girls for more than just friendship. It happened about three months after that first wild night we spent in her bed. I got home from school and she had cooked one of my favorite dinners. That, in itself wasn’t strange. She did that often when she was horny. In fact, she taught me to cook because that made her horny. Whenever she suggested that we have a cooking lesson I knew I’d be in for some hot sweaty sex, often in the kitchen itself, before the meal was served. And then more thrusting, rutting fun after we’d done the dishes. As young as I was, I could get it up five or six times before my penis lay limp and dead for hours.So, when I smelled a roast in the crock pot, my dick got stiff. She was making a salad as I came in, and had on an old sweat shirt and sweat pants. That was another signal that she gave me sometimes. She knew I could get my hands inside those garments easily and when she had them on, that was all she had on. That day was no exception. I walked up behind her and slid my hands up under the shirt to cup her naked breasts. She sighed and put the knife down she had been cutting carrots with. Then she turned around and kissed me, long and deep.”Supper will wait,” she said.Then she took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. Making love in my bed was one of the things we did relatively rarely, usually when she was extra passionate about something. In my bed there was a lot of what I grew to think of as, “Mommy talk”, when she’d call me her son and herself my Mommy, and urge her son to put his thick young spunk in her pussy. When we were in her bed, she called me man names and herself a wide variety of things, not necessarily all complimentary. I think she worked out her frustration with the taboo nature of our relationship in her bed.At any rate, on this day she wanted me on the bottom and she rode me gently, obviously trying to make it last. Her muscles were so well developed now that, if she wanted to, she could make me spurt within a couple of minutes after getting me inside her. But today she didn’t use those muscles. She just rocked and leaned over, asking me to suck her nipples.It was while she was doing this that she said “Bobby, my baby, you know I love you.”My mouth was full of turgid tasty nipple and I made a sound something like, “Mphfft”, meaning “Of course Mom.””And you love Mommy too, don’t you sweety? You want Mommy to be happy, don’t you?”This was different. Her voice sounded different … nervous somehow … maybe worried. I let the nipple pop out of my mouth.”What’s wrong Mom?” I asked.”Ohhh Bobby honey … I’m pregnant,” she moaned.I went cold.Don’t laugh. At that moment all I could think about was those men she had brought home. I didn’t think even once about the gallons of young, potent sperm I’d packed into her womb.I got ready to ask her if she knew who had made her pregnant. I was running over the tone I would use in my head, trying to decide what tone would be right. I’m really glad I thought about that, because if I’d have asked that question I know now it would have broken her heart.She began rocking harder, and those muscles of hers started rippling. She could do that now without having an orgasm, and it meant she wanted to feel me spurting in her. I didn’t feel much like spurting at that precise moment though.She leaned over again, looking at my face. That soft, “Mommy loves you more than anything,” look was in her eyes. “Bobby made a baby in Mommy’s tummy.” she sighed.I thought I’d never be able to breathe again. My breath just stuck in my lungs like it was glue. My heart, however, started trying to tear its way out of my chest.”Is that okay, baby?” she asked, her voice a whine. “Please tell Mommy you still love her.”Now you have to understand where I was in life at that time. This story makes it sound like I must have been a man. After all, I did manly things … at least in bed with my mother. But remember that this whole relationship had been a series of … baby steps … no pun intended. I was still a f******n year old boy, even if I was one who got to do things that were normally reserved for men. And all the time I was doing those things, to me it was just something that Mom and I did that was wonderful and felt great, and that I loved.I hadn’t been trying to make a baby. I’d just been loving my mother.It had never occurred to me that I even could make a baby in my mother. Sure, I knew that it was how babies were made, but I just assumed that, like lots of other women, she’d do whatever women did to avoid making a baby. And I knew women could avoid making a baby if they wanted to.And it was suddenly crystal clear to me that my mother had gotten pregnant … on purpose. And I was smart enough to know that a woman who had multiple partners couldn’t exactly choose which of those partners made that baby. Which was why I said, “But what about those men?”It was the same question I am glad now I didn’t ask. But it wasn’t asked in the way I’m glad I didn’t ask it … if you know what I mean. It was an honest question, not loaded with accusation or spite or anger.She kept milking my cock, which had hardened even more for some reason. “Silly boy. If a woman gets pregnant, people expect there to be a man in her life. I had to make it look like there were men in my life. None of those men got to do what you do. They didn’t get to do this.” She rocked harder, impaled on my rod. “I wanted Bobby’s baby, not some other man’s. But I didn’t ask you first sweetheart. I should have asked you if it was okay. Do you forgive me? Do you still love me?”I answered her by flushing her full of my teenaged semen, bucking upward, now trying to make the baby I’d already made. And her response was gratifying. “Ohhhh baby, thank you, I want your baby sooooo much. You’ve made me a very happy mommy.”Talk about growing up fast. As the last of my sperm-laced semen oozed into her clasping pussy, I tried to imagine me … a father.Well, to make a long story shorter, I just couldn’t. And she didn’t expect me to, really. She wanted a baby and I gave her one, and that was enough for her. Single mothers weren’t all the rage in those years, but she didn’t seem to mind what other people would think. That they thought it was because of one of the men she’d been seen ushering into the house was enough for her. She could now watch her belly swell with a c***d she already loved and be happy.And swell it did. Being pregnant did nothing to dampen her enthusiasm for getting my pants off. If anything it made her even more horny. And, now that she didn’t have to bring men home any more, we had even more time to lie in bed, loving each other.One thing I noticed was that her taste changed. She had always been tart and tangy before, but her taste was more mellow now, and the fluids she produced for me to lap and suck up were thicker somehow. They were just as slippery though. My soon-to-be fifteen-year-old penis wasn’t all that huge, and her pussy was still tight, expanding only enough to accommodate my teenaged girth, but the lubrication she made while her belly grew bigger and bigger with our c***d was so slippery that I could often slide in and out of her hot tunnel for as much as half an hour before the friction brought her what she craved. I could cum faster than that if I wanted to, or if she wanted me to, but I gained a little control over things and our baby grew to make it difficult for us to fit together comfortably. In the end I had to be on the bottom all the time, which was okay with me, because I could cup and caress that bulging abdomen while her pregnant pussy sucked the cum from my balls.And I had grown to love that baby too. I didn’t know exactly how to think of it … as a brother or sister … or as a son or daughter. Son or daughter was much harder for me to get my mind wrapped around.In the end, it turned out that my passage had made it easier for my daughter, who was born at 11:42 PM, the day before my own birthday.In those days women stayed in the hospital longer after having a baby than they do nowadays. I couldn’t stand it. I got on my bike and rode it down to the hospital. The nurses knew my Mom was a widow and single, and that she had had an “accident” as they called it then. But the fact that her fifteen year old son – I proudly made sure they all knew it was my birthday – had ridden his bike to see her and to stare in awe at his “little sister” made them all make those, “Awwwww” sounds that tend to stiffen a boy’s prick. Two of them flirted with me a little. They were probably no more than twenty years old, just out of nursing school, and had no idea how dangerous their flirting might have been had they taken it a few steps further. But I have to confess, seeing my daughter in that bassinette made me look at those young women with a man’s eyes, and the thought of making their bellies swell with my c***dren flashed through my mind.Of course the hospital staff wouldn’t let me hold my little sister. But Mom did. I was in the room with her, just sitting as we talked about nothing, when they brought the baby in for her to feed. 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He should be back in about an hour.””Ok, I will come back in a bit. I have some errands to run…Have you had lunch yet?” I asked casually.Her answer made my day. “No, I get to take lunch when he comes back.”I smiled looking down at her nametag, Well Beth, if I was 20 years younger, and not married, I would be all over asking you to lunch.”She smiled and I headed to the door, thinking this was going to work out perfectly. I would have the little bastard all to myself! When I returned at 1:15, Danny was at the desk on the right, and no one else was in the shop. I walked in casually, as if I knew nothing.”Hey Danny, I am hoping you can help me out.” His eyes widened as he made eye contact, but he recovered quickly, making me have a bit of doubt.I continued, “I had to send my family ahead on our vacation last week due to problems at work. I got it worked out and already and have next week off. I am hoping I can still get there to finish out the week with them. Hopefully, without costing an arm and a leg.”He looked at me calmly with a slight fidget in his seat. “Oh yeah I recall, the family was going to the Bahama’s. I think your file is in the office, come on in,” he said standing up and walking toward the office.As soon as he spoke all doubt was gone. He was the leader.”Can I get you a cup of coffee or a coke?” he asked.”Coffee black sounds good,” I said walking into the office.While he walked to the counter in the back of the lobby area, I entered the office. The blinds were down but half open allowing a view from the parking lot. Before sitting down I closed the blinds for privacy.He walked in with 2 cups of coffee, handed me mine, glanced at the blinds and did a double take. He hesitated for just a second, as if he sensed something was wrong. Then he calmly turned around, closed the office door and sat behind the desk. I pulled out my phone as if checking it, turned on the audio record and sat it on my thigh, face down.He leaned down and opened the file drawer on his desk, pulled out a file, placed it on the desk and flipped it open. He scanned it for a moment and before he could speak, I cut in.”So how’d you like my house last Friday?”He looked up startled and stammered, “Wh…what do you mean?””Don’t play dumb, Danny! I know you were the one that broke in, robbed me, and made me suck your cock!” I growled.”What are you talking about? There must be some mistake. I have never been to your house. I am going to have to ask you to leave,” he said standing up.”Sit down!” I grunted. I shuffled a little in my seat, like I might stand up and to confront him. He sat slowly back down and I smiled as I saw the fear on his face.Giving him my meanest glare, I continued, “I am really not in the mood to play games, so let me cut to the chase. I have contacted detective Rodger Huffman from the burglary task force. He would love to hear about information, I may have, on an active burglary ring in his town. So unless you do exactly as I say, I will be heading over to see him as soon as I walk out that door! Have I got your attention?” I sat back in my seat and smiled.He thought for a second and spoke quietly and slowly, “Mr. Thompson, I honestly don’t know what you are talking about, but you are the customer and I will do whatever it takes to convince you I have not done anything wrong. I just want to provide the best customer experience I can for you. How can I help you with your travel needs?””Danny, you are really starting to piss me off,” I growled. “Travel needs are not what you will be helping me with today. You can come over here, kneel before me and service your customer. If not, I am off to the see Detective Huffman.” I picked my phone off my thigh, spread me knees and smiled.He looked confused and afraid. He hesitated, looked around nervously, and slowly got up. My dick was stirring as he walked to the door and locked it. My smile widened as I leaned back in my seat, turned my phone to video mode and watched him walk toward me. He stopped in front of me looking down at me, still with a look of fear.I spoke one word. “knees!”He dropped slowly down placing his hands on my knees as he slumped down. I held the camera up and started filming…”Action!” I commanded. I know how he felt now. What power.”First get my shoes and socks off so you can take my pants off for me,” I ordered. His head dropped and he complied. After my shoes and socks were removed and set to the side. I continued, “Pants and underwear cocksucker.” I liked being on this side of the camera.My cock was at full attention as he unhooked my belt, slid my zipper down, and began to pull my pants off. I lifted my hips off the seat so he could work them under my ass. My hard cock hung up on my briefs and snapped back to my belly as it broke free. It was incredible to feel the air pass over my throbbing boner, anticipating his hot wet mouth. I slid down in the chair so my balls hung over the edge.He was a good looking guy, maybe 30. 5’10 and 190lbs or so. As I looked at my cock, I was reminded how hairy my balls had gotten over the years.I spoke up, “You’ll need to really work my balls first, and of course you will swallow my load…Nod if you understand.” My smile widened as the tables had fully turned. He nodded in compliance. “Tell me you like to lick hairy balls Danny. And you would love to swallow my cum,” I continued.”I love hairy balls Mr. Thompson and I would love to swallow your cum sir,” he said looking up at my face as I continued to film.As he leaned his head toward my ball sack, he gently pushed my knees wide apart. I moaned slightly as his outstretched tongue met my sack. His hot breath washed over me as he licked the underside of my balls. He swirled his tongue up the right side and then the left. I thought I would lose my mind when he managed to, ever so gently, take both balls into his gaping mouth. He rubbed his saliva around my balls with his tongue. I could not help but raise my ass off the chair to give him full access. I thrust my balls deeper in his mouth, then pulled away until they came free and dropped down on the seat.”Suck me off now! Take my load bitch! I so own you!” I said panting heavily.He bent forward with his tongue out, pointing down touching his chin. He pressed his hot tongue against my nuts and took a slow hot lick up my shaft. He did it again, and as he approached the tip, I grabbed the back of his head with my left hand, filming with my right. I shoved my 7 inch throbbing dick in his mouth and into his throat. He took it like a champ and began to work my dick from tip to base.”Look at me while you take my cum cunt!” I grunted.He opened his eyes and looked up at me while he thrust his head down taking my length. I could feel he lips touching my pubes and balls with my head lodged in his throat. I watched as he worked up and down. My balls contracted, releasing my shot into his throat. The second round blew into his mouth, with his saliva running down my balls. I thrust my head back breaking our stare as my ecstasy peaked.I yelled, “Fuck yeah, take it all you little bitch. I own your ass! Suck it all and clean me up.” I pumped his mouth with my cum. He kept sucking and licking taking every drop.As my climax passed he continued to deep throat me milking me clean. He slowly slid off my cock and began licking the cum and saliva off my balls. Then he licked up and down my shaft and began to caress my balls. I was starting to feel the stiffness coming back.”That’s it baby, keep working it. When I tell you to stop I need you to get up, take off your pants and bend over the desk. Today, I am going to fuck my first ass. Nod if you understand,” I said feeding his favorite line back to him. He looked at me and nodded with my cock in his mouth.I tilted my head back, eyes closed, to enjoy the istanbul escort sensation. And suddenly, pain shot through my testicles like I have never felt before. My head shot forward as I screamed in pain, and dropped the phone. With lightning speed, he pulled his mouth off my cock, grabbed my clothes and cell phone, jumped up and ran to the door.”Don’t Move!” he barked. “I have your clothes, wallet, and phone. If you leave that chair, I open the door and all the blinds for the world to see.” Then he stepped out with my things and closed the door.I had no clue what just happened. One minute heaven, the next second it felt like the tip of a whip cracked on my nuts. I examined myself for a bee sting or something. There was a red welt about the diameter of a dime on my sack.He came back holding only my cell phone and began to speak with a big smile, “Thanks for filming, it kept your phone from locking out so I had full access. I just e-mailed your contact list to my phone.”He continued, “I enjoy a good load in mouth and I felt like I owed you a favor after last week. But your little fantasy is over. I have your phone and all your e-mail contacts. I am gay and everyone knows I am gay. This video does you no good. In fact, here is your phone back. Feel free to keep your movie. You can jack off to it if you want.By the way, there is no burglary ring. Lucky you; you were our first and last attempt at burglary. We did not get much.. but it was a very satisfying experience.”Grinning, he continued, “There is nothing on the film we made last week that indicates we were in your house without your permission. So, if you convinced the cops we robbed you, they would not find any stolen goods. They would only find a copy of a home movie of a married upstanding business man begging to eat our cum.””You see, I have nothing to lose and you have everything to lose. Therefore, it is I who owns you…Nod if you agree,” he said looking down at me in my nakedness. Once again you are our fuck toy.The sickening smile returned to his face when I nodded in surrender. He returned to his desk sat back in the chair looking at me and pondered his next move. I slumped down in the chair, balls throbbing in pain, dick shriveled and hiding, trying to grasp the meaning of “Our fuck toy”.”I think I have a win-win scenario that will make our retirement from burglary more rewarding and give you the chance to be the cum bucket you were born to be. When I release you, you will walk down the block and check in to the La Quinta. Get a nice room with a king bed.”Let’s see,” He said looking through our file, “your family is due back a week from tomorrow on Sunday. So book the room to check out next Saturday. You will probably need a day of rest before they return.”He walked closer and started in again, “For compensation for our botched robbery you will bring $5000 in cash to the Hotel by 6:30 tonight. It will be a one time only payment to compensate for our lame burglary attempt. In exchange, you will get you camera and all the movie copies back. You will be free at the end of the week.”He paused briefly and rambled on, “Also you will need to go to Victoria’s secret or some such place. Get yourself at least 2 pairs of sexy lady panties, for each day you have the hotel room, including today. No 2 pair can be alike. I personally will check on you twice per day and want to see your new panties each time. Any questions so far?””I can’t get $5000 today the bank is closed. And I would have no guarantee you didn’t keep copies of the movie. Can I please get dressed now?” I asked trying to sound somewhat like I had a hope to get out of this.”The only guarantee is that if you do not bring the money, copies will be sent to everyone in your contact list.” He said angrily. “I am a reasonable man. If you can’t get the money today, you can pay on Monday. With a compound interest rate of 10% per day you can pay $6050 on Monday. Ask again and its 20% per day. Nod if you understand.”I nodded in compliance.”Here is how it will work. You will get the money, the panties and please bring your belt. I love the way it sounds snapping on you ass!’ He continued as I cringed at the thought.”He bent down close to my face and spoke softly, “Rest assured, If you follow some simple rules, there should be no need for any punishment this week. Bring all the stuff back to the hotel room by 6:30 tonight. I will arrive at 6:35. Leave a message at the front desk for Danny with your room number. When I arrive you will be cleaned up and wearing nothing but your panties. You will greet me at the door and be ready to service me. Sound good Davey boy?”I looked at him and he gave me the fatherly ‘Do I make myself clear’ look. I nodded reluctantly.”Can I get dressed please,” I asked longingly.He looked at my shrunken cock and smiled. He stood in front of me. I could see his semi hard cock through his pants. I lowered my head in shame and defeat, hoping he would let me get dressed.”Not yet, I like you like this. Don’t worry, I won’t open the shades. Listen Dave, this really does not have to be a bad week for you. You will get to suck this every day” he said gripping his cock through his pants. “I will not make you do anything your cock tells me you do not want to do.””I remember you sucking me like a pro, and your cock sure was excited when I left that night. I still think about your magic tongue working my dick…and the way you swallowed my load…wow!”He pondered and began again, “By the way, you won’t be trapped in the room all week. If you need to leave the room for a little while at some point, you can text me and ask permission,” He said rubbing the back of my head.I will be looking forward to dumping my load in your mouth this evening. I gotta tell you Dave, sucking you off got me excited. I am gonna have quite a wad built up,” He looked down at my cock, “Whoa I think your buddy is looking forward to it too!”Oh shit, my cock was rising again! I wiggled in my seat as if I could hide it, but I only managed to make it wave at him.He stepped out quickly, brought my clothes back in, and continued his orders, “Go ahead and get dressed and I will see you later. I can’t wait to see your new panty collection and feel that magic tongue!”I reached for the clothes as he practically skipped to the door, opened it and slowly peeking out. Then he slithered through the door quickly, as I covered my naked dick with my clothes, and closed the door behind him.Through the door I heard him speaking loudly, “Hey Beth I thought I heard you come in”.I put my clothes on quickly and took a moment to compose myself. l opened the blinds back up and walked to the door. I took a deep breath and swung the door open and walked slowly but deliberately toward the front door. I looked at Beth and smiled.She smiled back as Danny chimed in, “You have a great day Mr. Thompson. Let me know if you need anything else. Thank you for your business!” I nodded and walked out quickly.It was about 2:30, so I had 4 hours to act. My mind was reeling, on how quickly things turned ugly. I checked into the hotel and got the room key. I decided to head straight home, regroup and decide what to do next. I arrived at home and went to our emergency cash stash. Unfortunately, I sent a good amount with my wife for the trip. I managed to sc**** together $2100.I grabbed a sandwich and downed a couple of beers. I could not think of anyway out of this in the next few hours. So, I packed a gym bag of some clothes I might need. I grabbed as much alcohol as I could find and put it the trunk of the car. It was after 4:00; I needed to head to the mall, because being late was not an option. As I started the car, I remembered the belt. I ran back in and grabbed it. Reliving the pain it caused almost made me throw up. I threw it into the car and drove to the mall.I have been to Victoria’s Secret many times over the years but this was ridiculous. I walked in and went immediately to the panty tables, shuffling through them rapidly. As usual the sales lady was there almost immediately, asking to help me. I shook my head and looked at the panties. Lost and confused, I called her back.I told her, “I am looking at something for my wife of 24 years, she was getting older and not feeling too sexy anymore. I need something to spice things up and would like to get at least 20 pair.”Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Whoa! I admire your spirit. I hope my husband thinks that way in 22 more years. I think we can find something for her.”She picked out several reasonable but sexy full panties with silk and lace. Then she grabbed some thong type and I shook my head, thinking my wife hates thong underwear. But as reality came back I thought what the hell, Danny would love humiliating me with a thong. I ended up with 7 pairs of thong panties of the 20.I drove to the hotel, left the note for Danny at the front desk, and went to my room. I unpacked, downed a couple shots and hit the shower. I washed, shaved, brushed my teeth, and dabbed on deodorant and cologne. I chose a black full panty with lace trim. I put them on, and looked in the mirror, thinking about Danny telling me I would swallow his load. My cock began to grow. How the fuck did I end up here! Why the fuck am I getting a hard-on thinking about it!Remembering his comment that they would not make me do anything my cock did not want to do, I threw on some sweats to get a bucket of ice. As the time approached, I kept a bag of ice on my lap to hopefully to keep my cock at bay. Maybe I could lessen the humiliation, if he thought I was not enjoying any of it. I tried to avcılar escort line up pictures in my head that could counter an erection when the knock broke the silence.A second knock came quickly but much louder. I ran to the door and opened it slightly to make sure it was Danny. He shoved the door wide open as a couple was walking by getting full view of me in the black panties!He stepped in closing the door slowly and in a loud voice said, “Looking good Davey boy, we are gonna have fun tonight!” I heard a giggle from the hall as the door closed.He walked toward me, looking me up and down smiling. He was carrying a back pack, that he sat on the floor. Then he moved in nose to nose and I felt his palm gently rub my crotch. Breathing in deeply through his nose, he spoke again, as I did my best to not react to his touch.”You smell good Davey. These panties are an excellent choice. I love silk. Let me see the rest of them,” he said tickling my cock through the silk. My dick was already forgetting the effect of the ice.I backed away from his touch and walked over to the dresser. I opened the drawer and stepped back. He went through them, one at a time. He picked them up rubbing them, touching some to his face, giving his approval for each one. When he reached a thong pair he lit up.”Awesome Davey! You are a sexy little bastard. We are going to enjoy these! We will save this one for later,” he said tossing a red thong on the bed.”Ok Davey boy, I have been holding this in all day, Come over here and get me out of these clothes.” He said, sitting, on the edge of the bed. “We have plenty of time…, this is going to be the best week ever! Start with my shoes, I want you to completely undress me.”I walked over to the bed. He leaned back, propping himself up. His arms were planted behind him, legs spread and overhanging the bed at his knees. He had on navy sweat pants and a tight T-shirt. I knelt down on my knees and began untying his tennis shoes. I slid them off one at a time and then removed his socks. My cock already stiffening, I tried to think about anything that could stop it, but as I reached up for his waist band I was losing the battle.”Easy cocksucker, lets start with the shirt first, “he said oozing arrogance.I stood up pressing my knees against the bed, I leaned forward and worked my fingers under the sides of his T-shirt. As I lifted up he leaned forward, quickly licking my left nipple, as his hands gripped my ass through the panties. I froze for a moment as he caressed my ass through the silk, his tongue stiffening my nipple. He moved to the right nipple as I closed my eyes, paralyzed by the electricity shooting through my body, my cock gave up resisting as my panties tightened.I nearly fell forward on top of him as my legs buckled, but I managed to regain my balance. I let out a heavy sigh as he removed his hands from my ass, and raised them over his head so I could remove his shirt. I peeled it up exposing his stomach and chest.As the shirt cleared his head, he leaned quickly forward, his tongue touching my belly right below the belly button. I took in a sharp breath of air and shifted to my tip toes hoping to bring my cock in range of his tongue. He did not oblige! I dropped my heals back to the floor, his tongue drawing circles on my lower belly.I was frozen holding the sides of his shirt his arms still raised, poking through the sleeves. Finally I yanked the shirt up and off his arms and tossed it aside. I reached out and put my hands on the back of his head pushing him against my belly. Jerking his head from my grip, he stood up quickly.He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees in front of him and spoke, “Remember cocksucker, you pleasure me. Take off my pants for me,” he ordered.I grabbed his sweats waistband and underwear. He chimed in, “Just the pants for now slut!”As I worked them all the way down. His cock was sticking straight out making his boxers into a tipi.I brought my head back up, his tent before me, he said, “Kiss it bitch!”I maneuvered my head to get my lips to the underside of his cock. Through his boxers, I pressed it back against his belly and began to kiss and tongue his rod. He pressed my forehead pushing me away. I looked up at him, he smiled and leaned back on the bed. He crab walked his way up the bed until his head rested on the pillows.Looking down at me on my knees, he ordered, “Crawl on up and take off these boxers.”I did as commanded. As I grabbed his waistband; he raised his ass and shimmied as I pulled them down. His 8 inch hard-on exposed. As I cleared his feet, he spread his legs wide, offering himself to me. I crawled on my hands and knees between his legs. I, ever so slowly, teased his balls with the tip of my tongue. He grabbed a handful of my hair, lifted the back of my head, and shoved his round oozing cock head into my mouth.”No more teasing…eat my load now. I have been waiting all day!” he panted.I took it into my throat and back out to the tip, caressing his balls with my hand. He was so hot and hard, I thought I might cum as my cock was pressed into the bed and the silk panties. I worked my head up and down until a jet of hot cum shot from his convulsing balls. I sucked and swallowed and tried not to lose any of his sweet jizz. He groaned and thrust his pole into my throat. I barely could control my choke reflex.As his convulsions subsided. I took his cock deep and sucked hard as I pulled back, stretching his hot dick, until it popped out of my mouth. Looking up at him, I pushed my flattened tongue, from his balls to the tip, like licking an ice cream cone. His eyes closed in pleasure as I licked his cock all over.”Stand up” he commanded and I did as ordered.The front of my panties, were soaked with pre-cum and my cock begging for relief. He rolled off the bed and walked over and stood behind me. He was gently tickling my ass through my panties making little circles through the silk. It felt amazing. He pressed his body against my back, his hot breath on my neck.”Laydown on your stomach slut. You are so tense, I need to loosen you up. Do not hump the bed slut. I do not want you to cum. Nod if you understand.” I nodded as I stretched out on the bed face down.I lay there, head to the side legs together, and he crawled on the bed beside me and lay on his side looking me in the face. He told me to relax and started to caress my ass with his right hand.He began to speak while he stroked my ass. “I promise if you cooperate this will be the best week of your life. We will not make you do anything you do not want to do, but you will beg for us to do things you won’t believe, as you experience pleasure beyond belief.”My breathing was heavy already, not believing how excited his caress was making me, I tried to imagine what was in store for me.”You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” he asked. I nodded smiling as he looked me in the eye. “Good, you will get to do that twice a day every day this week. Would you like that?” I nodded again.”I have a surprise for you tomorrow afternoon,” he continued. “You will have a special guest you will need to pleasure. I am sure you will enjoy it very much. It will open up a new world of pleasure for you.” As he spoke, his hand slid inside my panties and I began to grind my cock against the bed, as his fingers touched my ass directly.”I told you not to do that!” he said as he pulled his hand out of my panties. “Go get the belt. I am not going to punish you, but you need to know I will.” he said shoving me off the bed.I grabbed the belt and stood beside the bed. He reached up and took the belt and ordered me to lay back down. As I did he put his hand back in and began to caress my ass again.”Are we ok now?” he asked. I nodded looking into his eyes. “Good. I really do not want you to cum again today. Tomorrow afternoon you can cum as much as you want with your special visitor. I am sure you will want to cum a lot during your training, so you should save it up.”His voice continued from a distant place as he caressed my ass, “I can tell you really love servicing our cocks and I am sure you will not give us any problem this week. Am I right?”I nodded as I felt his fingers caress my asshole. No one had ever touched me there and the tingle through my body was disturbing. He made small circles around my sphincter, I sighed and pushed my hole ever so slightly against his finger.He continued, “I think you will take nicely to your training.”What training? I thought, afraid to ask and getting harder as he continued tickling my asshole.”Please let me cum!” I begged. “My cock is killing me!”I pushed against his finger feeling my cock against the wet silk panties. He wiggle his finger as I pressed against it, just loosening my hole slightly. I was getting crazy with lust. When he pulled his hand out and brought his finger up to my nostrils, so I could smell my own asshole. I breathed it in deeply.”You like that don’t you slut?” I nodded rapidly trying not to cum in my silk panties. He moved the finger to my mouth and touched my lips. “Suck it,” he said.I did as commanded, bobbing on it like his cock. He slid the hand back into my panties and worked the wet finger around my hole. My breathing intensified, my heart raced and began to rub my cock on the bed for relief.”OK, if you want to cum in the panties, you’ll need to lick them clean,” he told me.I nodded and rubbed, almost instantly shooting my load in the panties, his wet finger tickling my asshole. My whole body spasmed as I filled the panties pressing my ass against his finger.He pulled away and said, “You’re not ready for that yet,” and watched şirinevler escort me complete my orgasm. “Roll over you horny little slut!”As I did he threw his leg over me and straddled my legs . He grabbed my waistband and pulled my panties down below my knees. I pulled my legs out and he cupped the cum filled panty in his hand, placing it over my mouth. I lapped up my own cum and swallowed all that I could, the rest was smeared on my face and chin.He jumped up and walked toward the bathroom with my soiled underwear and told me to come along so he could clean me up and get me ready for tomorrow. As I entered the bathroom he was, starting the bath water running.After checking the temp and setting the plug, he stood up and lead me to the sink. He got a warm wash cloth and wiped my face and neck. Two grown men naked in a bathroom. Me being wiped off like a c***d after a meal. What was happening to me?”By the way Davey boy, your hairy balls did not work well for me, so we need to have a little shave. Don’t worry, I have done this many times for my old boyfriend. You will love this,” He smirked.”You’re going to shave my balls? What will I tell my wife?” I asked desperately.”Your Balls, your pubes and your ass. You will be smooth as a babies bottom. You can tell your wife you did it for her. I bet she gives the best blow job she gave in years. I really don’t care what you tell her.””By the way you will have to do this at least once a day while you are in the room this week. Better if you do it twice.” He said slapping my naked ass.”Get in!’ “he said pointing to the tub, still filling with water. He left the room and came back with his bag.As I eased my bottom into the tub, he fished around and brought out shaving cream and a new pack of razors. He waved his semi hard cock at me as he stood next to the tub.”Lets start with your ass. Get on all fours,” he ordered.I did and he applied a large mound of shave cream to my back. He rubbed it all over my ass and then into my ass crack. He ran his hand over my ball and stroked my cock with it, getting it growing again. He shaved my cheeks like a pro. Then reaching under and rubbed my cock.”Feel how smooth Davey boy,” he continued. I rubbed my smooth ass while he stroked me hard again. Then he said” OK Davey boy plant your forehead on the end of the tub, and spread your ass cheeks.”With him stroking me I did not resist a bit. Still on my knees, I leaned forward resting my head on the end of the tub, and gripped my ass cheeks pulling them wide apart. He worked the razor painlessly through my ass crack . Then he cupped water in his hands and poured it down my ass. He ran is fingers over my asshole. It felt so cool as the air hit the newly shaved skin.”Feel that Davey boy.” he said excitedly. I rubbed my fingers over my shaved hole as my boner grew.”Ok Davey boy, stand up. We will get the front in the shower. We got some serious bush for the drain. He rubbed shaving cream over my cock and balls. As he gripped my cock I felt myself pumping his hand. That’s good Davey boy. The harder the better for this process.”When he finished he rinsed me off, dried me off, and grabbed a bottle of lotion from his bag. He got a big dollop of lotion and rubbed it on both hands. He gripped my cock with his right and cupped my hairless balls with his left. I closed my eyes as he stroked my cock and massaged my balls with the lotion. I began to breath heavier as he applied the lotion.He let go and said, ” Turn around and bend over with your hands on the side of the tub.”I did as commanded and leaned on the tub legs together. He wiggle his foot between mine.”Spread em!” he barked.I did and I felt the lotion being rubber over my bare naked ass. Then he worked my ass crack with the warm lotion, circling my sphincter. He pressed gently with a finger and I pushed back forcing the tip in. He pulled it out, wiped his hands with a towel and handed me the red thong panties. I slid them on over my boner and rubbed my hand over my smooth exposed ass.”Like that Davey boy” he said gripping my cock through the panties. He slapped my bare ass and said, “Hit the bed Davey boy!”I left the room and lay on my back on the bed. He walked out with his hard-on waving at me. He laid on the bed next to me, looked my way and turned his eyes toward his hard cock.”Ready for another load Davey Boy?” I nodded. “Ok cocksucker, 69 me,” he said as he laid flat on his back hands above his head and legs spread.I wiggled into position beside him, threw a leg over his head, straddling him on all fours. His hard cock inches from my face, he began caressing my smooth ass. I used my tongue to lap up a drop of sweet pre-cum and licked from the tip of his dick to his balls. I kissed and tonged every inch of his balls. He slid a finger under the thong floss and caressed my asshole as I plunged his cock deep in my mouth. I wiggled my ass as I fucked his cock with my mouth. I wanted to feel his finger in my asshole but he denied me.He thrust his hips forward and unloaded in my hungry mouth. I took it all and milked his cock with my hand and mouth. As he unloaded he squeezed my hairless ass moaning wildly. After sucking him dry he slapped my ass and pushed me off. I lay on the bed my cock at attention, the taste of his cum in my mouth.”Great job cocksucker! now where’s our money?” he asked standing up.I tucked my head and said, “I could only come up with $2100″.”The number was $5000. It looks like $6050 on Monday then. I am not sure you are taking this seriously,” He said glaring at me.He spun the hotel room chair around with the back facing us, and told me to bend over the back of the chair. As I did, he pushed my ass forward until my cock was pressing against the chair, and bent me over it. The feel of the silk panties on my cock made me want to hump the chair. What was wrong with me!”If you cum from this you will get 50 more,” he said as the sting of the belt shot through my ass.The mixture of pain and the silk rubbing my cock nearly did make me cum! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! whack! The pain took over and the thought of cumming was long gone. 20 swats latter, tears rolled down my face.”I feel bad about this Davey boy but you need to understand I own you. Please say it” He commanded.”You own me” I sniffled.”Good, now go get me the lotion again and I will help to soothe that baby smooth ass. Bring it to me and assume this position again,” He commanded.When I returned and bent over the chair he applied lotion to my burning ass. He rubbed his hands dry on my back and began to tickle my balls hanging out of the thong. Again my cock stirred. I was pathetic.”Ok Davey boy that is enough for today. Remember, you will need to keep yourself clean and shaven. Razor stubble in these areas,” he said reaching through my legs and rubbing my cock and ass crack, “can be very uncomfortable. I will be back a 7:30 for my morning servicing. There can be no masturbating for you tonight, understand?” I nodded.”Good, Your guest should arrive around noon so make sure you have lunch early. Remember, tomorrow you can cum at will, provided your guest says OK, but not before your guest arrives. Your guest will let you know when you may cum,” He said excitedly. “I want you to understand, anyone who knocks on the door owns you and you will service them however they see fit.”My heart sunk as I thought about what that could mean and I nodded my understanding.”Good, I hope I was not too kind letting you cum a second time. You should get some rest and drink lots of fluids. No alcohol please. I assure you, you will want full strength and full load tomorrow. You will experience things you never imagined. I envy you Davey boy. If I find out you jacked off tonight, the punishment will be severe,” he explained.”Do good this week and I may blow you again. You are free to go this evening, but, you need to be here at 7:30AM panties on. You will beg to service me, so I get my day off to a good start. Think of ways you would like to service me and if you beg well enough, I will let you do so,” he said condescendingly. “Now get my clothes and dress me.”I grabbed his clothes and started with his boxers. I knelt down to let him get his feet through. He bent forward at the waist, and with both hands rubbed my shaved ass. He brought his finger up through my crack, as he stood back up and stepped into his boxers. As I worked them up his thighs, he swung his hips from side to side, swinging his dick at my face.”Kiss it good night cock slut!” he insisted.I stopped pulling them up and kissed the tip of his mushroom head. I stuck out my tongue and licked his beautify round cockhead. It was now pointing right at me again. He pulled it away and I eased the boxers up, watching that plump head disappear behind his underwear.”You are such fucking slut” he said shaking his head in a look of disgust.I finished dressing him and he walked out the door, He looked back and glanced down at my panties, smirked and slid out the door. I stood there in stunned silence, looking in the mirror at my pathetic reflection, hard, frustrated, and used. All I could think of was getting his dick back in my mouth. I wanted to watch myself in the mirror as I jacked of in my red panties thinking of pleasing him!I snapped out of it and thought about shaving myself. I threw my clothes on over my panties and went next door to the d**g store. I got some razors and shave cream. I recalled him spreading it on my asshole as I noticed a can of hair remover. I got it also, hoping it might save some chafing that could occur from shaving every day.I returned to the room, stripped down to my silk thong panties climbed into bed, trying not to get hard. My balls were already sore from today’s activities. Hours more with a boner would make tomorrow so much more painful. As I thought about begging for his dick in the morning, the hard-on was coming.I flipped on the TV and turned on the 11:00 o’clock news. That helped distract me and I fell asleep after less than 5 minutes. It was a deep restful sleep…

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A Teaching Moment in the BathroomIt was a new week and the crush of humanity moving through the corridors was beginning to flow. I was running late, again, and I was so thankful that I had a couple of students who were mature and reliable enough to take home room attendance for me in my absence. Going through my mind was not the upcoming week, however, but how unexpectedly my Friday had ended. Just thinking about it sent shivers through my spine, among other places. While wading through the masses I was blindsided by two of my seniors who, from out of nowhere, shoved a cell phone in my face which displayed a somewhat washed out pic of a naked woman on her hands and knees in the woods being spit roasted by two Black studs. Instantly I looked into their eyes, I knew they knew who it was. Seeing the look of horror on my face brought broad smiles to theirs. “Be in the boys’ bathroom on the second floor of the west wing after today’s final bell!” was all that was said as they blended into the crowd. It wasn’t a request but a demand. Standing there with a blank look on my face repeating their command in my head brought back memories of my own high school days where I would, as a freshman, meet the Black upper classmen in the boys’ bathroom during study hall to relieve their pent up energy by orally servicing them until they fed me the massive contents of their scrotums. I barely had room for my lunch after draining and swallowing the copious amount of semen they were able to deliver. Truth be told it was one of the few school activities I relished and looked forward to, sucking on their Beautiful Black Cocks until they rewarded me with volumes of thick, warm, pasty seed. Being jostled and bumped brought me back to the present. The halls were beginning to clear as I ran to my class room. I had the whole day ahead of me to ponder my course of action and the different consequences that could befall me. Class after class I flip flopped back and forth in my mind, unable to decide if I would go or forgo the demand of my presence at the place and time stipulated. Now it was the last class of the day, seniors English. My two aggressors, seated in the back row as usual, were splayed out at their desks, providing me with an unimpeded view of the pronounced packages inside their sweat pants. To make matters worse they continued to stroke and manipulate themselves while I tried to teach a boring subject to an uninterested istanbul escort class. I prayed none would turn around to see the spectacle that I was unable to tear my eyes away from. My mouth was becoming dry, my knees wobbly and my legs weak. While I was sure none had noticed my now erect nipples I thought it wise to move back behind my desk and to sit in my chair where I felt the moisture my vagina had involuntarily dispensed. Finally the bell rang, the end of another day. The class rushed for the door except for my two tormentors who languished behind, starring and smiling with the anticipation of lions ready to pounce on their prey. They reminded me where I was to be expected in a matter of minutes.As in a trance I gathered my things ready for my departure for the day. But instead of grabbing my bag and heading to my car I slowly began to wander through the now silent hallways, the only noise the clicking of my heels on the tile floor. The silence was deafening as I moved down the west wing and climbed the stairs to the second floor. At the top and to the left was the door clearly marked boys’ room. Slowly pushing it opened I entered. In front of me stood the two strapping young men I had just lusted over in my class room. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a third younger man but no less catching. The silence was broken when one said I told you she’d come. With that he walked to the door, closed it and turned the thumb lock.Instinctively I walked up and dropped to my knees in front of one. I was now delivered eight years back to relive one of the most exciting and rewarding times of my sexually deviant past. I marveled at the length and thickness outlined beneath his sweats. I reached up and began to touch it, caress it, I felt and saw it jump. Unable to restrain myself I freed the serpent from its confines. The darkness of his circumcised prick was akin to candy for my mouth as I lowered my lips on the gorgeous pink crown and moved my lips down the length of the shaft until I buried my nose in his pubic hair, inhaling the musk of his crotch. Hearing the moans of work it bitch I continued to suck and deep throat his cock while I cupped his scrotum and massaged his balls. I felt his hands on the back of my head as he took the lead and began to fuck my mouth like it was a cunt, the head hitting the back of my throat. avcılar escort As his pace quickened I knew I was about to receive the reward I had come for. Spurt after spurt of his thick sperm filled my mouth and while I tried to swallow all inevitably some was being forced out the side of my mouth and down my chin. I was soon to look a mess as he pulled his flaccid dick out and wiped it across my face and through my hair. Fucking tramp was his final condemnation. Yes I was, but I always had been for any and all Blacks I had crossed paths with. From the earliest age I had always been told I was made for Black Cock and I had kept that creed throughout my life.Now the second young man wanted his turn at my mouth. His amazing dick had a pronounced vein on top that ran the length of his shaft. I traced it with my fingers, feeling the smoothness of his aperture. It was as tasty as the first and no less satisfying as I lowered my mouth onto his member. The saltiness of his pre-cum mixed with the sperm already coating my tongue. By feeling the tautness of his nut sack I knew he would soon be delivering me a copious load of semen. The faster I sucked the more his cock danced around in my mouth until I heard him cry out FUCKING BITCH! when he erupted and filled my mouth with his warm pasty batter. Again I was labeled a cock sucking whore as my face and hair was used to cleanse his cum coated cock.Two down, one to go I thought as I moved into position to service the last of the trio. But it wasn’t to be. Obviously the youngest of the three, he wanted more than a blow job, he wanted pussy. Bickering between him and the others turned into a flat out argument. The older said there wasn’t time, the younger stood firm. They exchanged fuck yous numerous times until the two older students walked out having the final word but losing the exchange. I admired this young man for knowing what he wanted, staying the course and not surrendering to the will of the others.I saw and knew who the Alpha was and I immediately raised my skirt and grabbed my panties, pulling them down to my ankles and kicking them to the side. As he walked to the door and locked it he commanded me in an acrid tone to bend over the sink. I did as ordered. Looking into the cracked mirror I watched his slow approach, looking past my face and hair which was spackled with drying cum. He wasn’t tall but was nicely compact şirinevler escort with well-toned arms and a beautifully dark complexion. My fair ivory skin over powered by his dark tone sent shivers and excitement to my core. My senses told me this would be an angry fuck, making my heart race even faster, so I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs, obviously not far enough for his liking as he kicked them further.Fucking Assholes, not directed at me, Fucking cunt, absolutely channeled towards me as he freed his dick from his sweat pants. His erection instantly found its mark as the head of his cock slipped between my now wet lips and penetrated my eagerly awaiting pussy. With his hands firmly holding my hips he buried his shaft as deep as it could go on his first thrust. He let out a loud FUCK! I let my FUCK out under my breath. For a young man his age he filled me like a seasoned Bull. In just a matter of minutes he was filling my cunt with his thick, warm seed. Amazingly he never lost his erection but continued to pound away much to my delight. It was then I had a realization that he was probably a virgin! Recognizing the signs I had gladly and eagerly let myself be used countless times as a vessel for Blacks to lose their virginity. I always felt a sense of pride knowing my white pussy was being used to guide young Blacks onto the path of manhood. I now felt the same with this young man. As he grabbed the back of my hair with one hand and placed the other in the small of my back I knew he would ride me until he gave me another satisfying load of sperm. Looking in the mirror at the contorted look on my champions face I could see another eruption was in the making. As his second load flooded me my own orgasms were washing over me. Spent, his limp dick slipped from me as his seed began to drip down my legs. He stepped back to catch his breath and with this I saw the opportunity to turn around, drop to my knees and clean his cock with my mouth as I had done countless times in the past. With his dick still in my mouth I glanced up and saw a look of astonishment that changed to a broad grin. Though young he was definitely an Alpha and deserved all the privileges that came with it. When cleaned to his satisfaction he pulled up his sweats and began to walk to the door, first, however, stopping to pick up my panties, his first trophy I surmised. Now quietness filled the boys’ room. I had done what had been demanded of me and even more. Cleaning my face and straightening my skirt I returned to my classroom and gathered my belongings, sans my panties, and headed to my car. I passed Coach J in the hall and with an inquisitive look on his face he asked what I was smiling about. I told him just another productive day.

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THE CONVERSION OF SUSAN

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THE CONVERSION OF SUSANThis is the story about how I tried to persuade my girlfriend Susan to learn to enjoy bisex pleasures too.Susan I met at my favoured hunting grounds, the Zandvoort nudist beach. She was a lesbian girl at heart, and we both explored most fields of lesbian love and passion.After one of our intense Sunday afternoon sessions, I knew that she was open for new experiences, suggested by me – as I can be very convincing driven by my own desires and lust.Susan had some very deep orgasms just before and was smiling and very relaxed by that. Both we were laying on my comfortable soft couch.So I brought up my plan, in a real manipulating way. I asked Susan,while I bended over and touched her breast with mine and looking into her bright blue eyes, if she had ever ‘had’ a man, even if it had been only one time in her life.. She said simply ‘no, never, why do you ask?’. So I asked her if she had ever fantasized about how that would be, and if she would be able to enjoy that. Susan replied that she had dreams about it, but these always faded away in the awakening, and she wondered what the meaning of that could be. I suggested, that she needed to feel secure and protected, if she ever would be with a man, and that she admitted.So I suggested, that I would be willing to help her with a new love experiment, in which I would guide her to receive male love –for the first time and with me being there too..Susan reacted a bit hesitant, but I could convince her, that she would have an extraordinary experience, she never had before, with a promise of intensity and fulfillment.Then she sighted deep and said that she trusted me and would let me arrange an encounter on the condition, that I would be active partipating in it.This excited me tremendously- and I started to kiss her tenderly and slowly with more and more passion. Soon we were making love again, and at least I was so excited by this idea, that I had several spontaneous orgasms subsequently.I felt that Susan was also very excited and aroused- so I started to lick her sweet tight pussy by deep strokes and inserting my tongue- so deep, that I felt her G-spot with the tip of my tongue – I do heave a long tongue. Susan lifted her thighs and pressed her erected clit firmly to my lips- and I started to suck it softly and moved over to more intense untill I heard Susan moan and soon after that scream of sheer pleasure. She was so wet at that time, that I could sip her moisture and drink a little. This I kept in my mouth and I went up to her mouth to share that with her. I knew what effect this could have, and so that did – she tasted her self and loved it. We were then –once more- deep tonguing and sharing the pleasures of our female – girl/girl – love.Busy weeks followed, we both had college weeks with little time for pleasure, it seemed.But I did not forget the agreement we had, and so I invited my ex(=on and off) boyfriend Michael for the experiment I had in mind for Susan. We met in a well know Amsterdam Café to discuss this.As I thought, he was not only ready for this, but astonished by the perspectives I opened for him. He confessed to me later, that he thought immideately about his early love experiences, and that he had –only once in his life- slept with a virgin.He thought that this experiment offered in a way a new virginal pleasure, and that excited him so much, that he became instantly hard, what he showed to me, just by standing at my back, while leaning over to the bar for ordering an other drink.We agreed that I would plan and create the setting for the experiment, and so I talked it over with Susan too. She still was a bit reluctant, but I assured her, that nothing would happen that she would not like.With Susan I had a special kind of relation, as we first met, she was shy and had little experience so far. We explored though many new ways of making love and I introduced some special techniques I had learned a few years before at a training in an exclusive seminar in India. There we were taught special tantric love exercises and especially the training with the jade eggs were part of it. These exercises seem to be century’s old and very effective, which I can admit from my own experience. The jade egg exercise trains the pelvic muscles and increase the sensitivity of the whole erogenous zone. The essence is to learn to keep the egg inserted –do not drop it, though that was funny too, when happening in a group of attrractive young pendik escort women, and then we learned to move it slowly at its place and a little bit upward and down again. That I found always extremely excitin g and my cheeks were reddening. I thought that our teacher noticed that, but she did not mention it explicitely in our class. In a week, the traning was finnished, and I had learned quite some other techniques too, that not only brought pleasure to me, but also to my lovers.Susan was an eager student, and so I trained her much for our mutual excitement.Of course this was not so serious as it sounds – we were laughing a lot too – and would start again and again the kissing and licking it implied.One specific ability of the jade egg training I will mention. By training the muscles of the vulva I learned to tighten so hard, that literally a dildo would be captured and ‘stuck’, untill I would release it. This was also working with my on and off male friend, and he had to begg me to apply this just before his ejaculation. The effect then is, that the orgasm is postponed a little and it increases the pulsation and throbbing of his penis. When I let go, finally it would lead to an extreme intense orgasm.I knew that Susan was well trained and knew this technique too, and I planned that she would apply it in the encounter I had in mind.When we found a date, a sunny Sunday, we agreed to meet in my appartment.Susan, I asked to be there an hour before Michael, because she had to do some preparations.The day before I had asked her to trim her pussy carefully- and use soft natural cream to the sensitive skin close to it. Of course she knew, that trimming involved also her ass – all must be clean and soft.Susan came just before lunch, and I had set up a real tastful table, with fresh strawberries, blueberries and raspberries, a little bowl of whipped cream next to that.I could see how excited she was, blushing a bit and with stars in her eyes.When she came in we kissed and I held her in my arms and told her softly, that this was the day she would never forget and that she only had to follow my lead.She nodded, and I led her to my bathroom and told her to pee and clean her ass with the special tubular shower I have for that. I heard her do so, while I filled the bath tub with warm water, scented with a few drops of wild rose oil.She came in, and I undressed her slowly- and had her step into the bath telling her that is was important to relax completely. I sat at the side were her head and shoulders were and massaged her neck softly. I could feel her muscles relax and so her shoulders did.I could not resist my own desires, and moved my hands also a bit lower, touching the velvet soft sides of her firm small breasts. And by leaning over, my own breast were touching Susans head, and rested there. I could see how she reacted, as her nipples immideately erected and became hard, pointing upward. I smiled, and bend over more to kiss her there and I heard her sigh and a moan. I sucked a bit harder, and she tried to move a bit away because of the intensity.I let her go, and softened my kisses, then I grabbed her breasts, squeezing harder so her nipples came out even more and were a lttle reddening with the pulsation of her blood. Then I moved my hands to her head and face stroking her slowly and tender.I left her a short while to relax more in the bath, and came back with a soft big towel and asked her to step out. So she did, and I started to rub her softly dry. Then I applied an even more light scented rose oil on her skin, massaging it front and backside, with special attention to her breasts, buttocks and pelvis.Meanwhile, it was close to the time Michael would arrive. So I had Susan lay down on her back on my bed, and had her blindfolded as we had agreed upon before and I bound her wrists with a soft silk scarf at the sides of the bed. The same I dit with her ankles too. Susan was so relaxed, that she felt over all soft and I could move her arms and legs easily to affix her.And then I just started to caress her whole body with my finger tips, to awaken her senses again. By moving around her breasts I saw how she shivered and her whole body got goosebumps and the little hairs on her arms were standing up at the same time. I moved down, and started to stroke her a bit more firm, and the goosebumps dissapearded again. When moving down and reaching her mound, çekmeköy escort she could not resist to press her vulva upward against my now full hands. And so I moved my hands even lower, between her legs and against her lips. But I carefully avoided yet to touch her clit, which I could see, as I noticed how excited she was.Michael came in, without making a sound , as I had told him to do, when I gave him the key of my appartment for this special occasion. He had undresses already outside my bedroom and I was sure, Susan had not heard him.What was most convincing about Michael was his clean shaven cock and balls – heavy and throbbing, pointing directly to the vagina of Susan.Of course I had planned the whole session carefully, and Michael had to stand completely still, untill I would signal him with my eyes what to do.I just left Susan a little while and inserted my strapless dildo made of soft pink sillicone rubber. The shorter and thick end in my vagina, and then I moved slowly forward, between Susans legs that I had to spread a little. She was still very excited, which I could see by her swollen –tough little- clit and her slightly opened wet lips.On my knees I moved little by little forward – untill I touched with my dildo her cunt of which her innerlips were a bit swollen too, and standing just open, with a promise of tender pleasueres. To ease me entering, I lifted her buttocks and put a firm cushion under them. Now her mound was even more pronounced upward.Without touching her – I now entered again so slowly as I could her vagina with my soft dildo. As wet as she was, there was no rubbing or resistence else than me entering her tightness. She sighted when I was going in, and again and again- faster breathing now and when I was completely in – our vaginas touched, with the two headed dildo inside each of us. It was as if we were electrified – I imagined that we could hear sparkles and the sizzling of our passion.When in at last – I started to move slowly, first circling as if to have her a full sensation of the dildo wherever this touched her inside. Then I started to move slowly in and out, and stroke her breasts with my palms.I looked backward to see what Michael was doing- he still stood still as excited as he had come in. I moved with my head that he was allowed to approach me from behind, and to press with his penis against my ass. I stuck out my cheeks, and he could enter a very little bit. Just his head- where I stopped him then.When moving slowly forward and backward with my dildo into Susan, Michael just had to synchronize and that he did very well- and he accepted to just be a part of our train – in which I considered myself as the machine!Susan started again with faster breathing and responding my moves in and out, by wriggling her vulva a bit. At the same time, she pressed her breast upward against my palms and I felt her now hard nipples in the middle.When I moved my hands away, I signaled Michael to move over, and to approach at the head side of Susan, and gave signs with my eyes, that he had to caress Susans nipples now, also only with the middel of the palms of his hands. He understood my programme very good – and the only sign that Susan gave, was a moan of more excitement.I made my movements now more intense – and Michael pressed her breasts a bit stronger. He was not allowed to use his whole hand, as Susan would notice the change of the position of fingers.I caressed meanwhile Michaels nipples a little bit and used my nails to bite these.On his face a suppressed sound appeared of painful excitement.Susan was enjoying the increase of my movements, and came close to an orgasm, which I could easily see by the signs of that, spasms in her thighs, and the muscles of her belly tightening.Now I slowed down once more – and had Michael take his hands away, replacing his palms by mine.I gave Michael again with my eyes a sign, that he had to move behind me- and I changed my own position by softly moving the dildo more and more out of Susans vagina. Entering again, out again. I took now even more moments to be out – and came then in with a sudden force. By this evoking Susan’s moans and a beginning of screams. I sayed then out even longer- and came in again.And then I had Michael to replace me- light drops of precum was dripping of his penis – and he used that to make him wet completely.When we changed places, no one could hear that maltepe escort and we were so quiet, that Susan absolutely had no idea what we were going to do – and then Michael came in – first a little and then with a full stroke.Susan being so excited, screamed and pushed her buttocks up – and then Michaelfollowed my rythm, directed by my hands on his buttocks.Of course I had to keep him slow – because it seemed he wanted to win a horse race. Susan stayed in a high state of excitement – and I allowed Michael to move a little bit faster.Because of his position, and that of Susan – I was sure, his balls were not touching yet Susan. This to keep the experience as surprising as possible.I moved now over to Susans head – and started to caress her breasts again, only with my palms at first, and then using my fingers too.She must have felt that a change had taken place, but her excitement grew every second and I saw her face becoming most intense – as if she was close to an orgasm.Michael must have seen that too, and he adjusted his movements in a rythm that kept Susan at this high level, but just not more yet.It was time for a finale. And I nodded my head to Michael to intensify. Susan responded accordingly- and began to moan heavily. Then I knew she was ready for my surprise – and I moved my vagina lips just above her head and mouth – I signaled to Michael, that he coul speed up- and now I knew Susan must have gotten the feeling of his balls at the perineum below her vagina.She began to make more intense sounds, and then I lowered my vagina lips – I have quite nice protruding labia- on to hers.Her reaction was a shock – she was a sudden moment frozen- and then her tonge came out of her mouth into my vagina- and I shouted of pleasure her name, Susaaannn…Michael seemed to be so well trained, that he was ready for his own intense orgasm, but still waited for Susans signs,and she came nearly immideately with her tongue moving in my vagina.Michael groaned too – and wanted to orgasm- and then my tantric training of Susan came into effect – Michael just could simply not move anymore, as Susan had caught his penis intense and tight. Michael made spasmic movements with his cock – and when Susan released he ejaculated and ejaculated deep inside her pussy, with his milky white and hot fluids.Susan –I am sure- then had her third orgasm and her mouth sucked so tight at my vagina, that I too was stuck- and from sheer pleasure and excitement orgasmed too – and, for the first time squirted right into Susans mouth.Michael bended over to drink it from her mouth and shared this costly champagne with me and Susan.We finished our session with a tender afterplay – and I took the blindfold off Susan, and released her arms and legs.She now saw the scene complete and she began to laugh, probably from release and we all joined in. Then we caressed each other and hugged and kissed all around, and Susan joined without any hesitation. She asked Michael if she was allowed to kiss him there – and he offered his instrument of pleasure to Susan.She studied it only a few moments, before she licked him and then swallowed his softened penis completely in her mouth.For Michael this was just to much – I could not believe how fast he had a new erection and was ready to be sucked. I joined Susan, and together we had him in between our mouths and lips, and he moved just between the two of us. Every time Susan and I kissed each other around his shaft – and unbelievable but true – he came just suddenly. But not so sudden, that I could not eat him. I got his hot sperm in my mouth, and then I shared that with Susan- swapping and swapping, and at the end we both were swallowing to the last drop.We all were exhausted, and had a fun time with showering together, and sat later lightly dressed together, sipping of white wine –the women, and a strong burgundy for Michael.We did not need to talk much – but I was so curious, how Susan had experienced our Experiment.Well, she said, with a smile, it was rather special – and a complete new feeling, something she had never had ever – meaning the hot sperm reaching her womb. But, it seemed she was not completely convinced, yet?Michael said, it was his best time ever, and that he felt that there was so much love and tenderness and passion- that he had tears close by.I concluded that my experiment was partially successful – and then Susan said, that she would pay me back wit something I had never encountered.Insisting questioning though, she would not aswer.And there was the beginning of a new adventure – for one of the blogs I will write later.I hope you, my readers did enjoy my blog- let me know, and even better write about your own experiences – in a setting that you must know now, will excite me!Love from Bianca.

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