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Claire's Story
My name is Claire. I am 51 years old. When I was young my twin brother Dennis and I were involved a sexual relationship. Dennis and I were the only children of chronically alcoholic parents. When we were home with our parents they never abused us they just ignored us. We would be left alone for days at a time. An official from our school made an anonymous phone call to social services resulting in parents losing custody of us for 3 years. During this 3 year period Dennis and I grew to depend on each other and no one else. In the beginning Dennis would comfort me when I was I sad. We'd take care of each other when one of us were sick. He was always there for me, protecting me, comforting me, just being the only person who I felt gave a damn about me really. I loved him so much. As a result of this co-dependence we developed a very strong sister/brother bond. Over a gradual period of time beginning with our sexual awareness, we became full time lovers. My brother and I had seen each other naked many times. It meant nothing to us. We shared the same room that was separated only by a changing divider. However, when I entered puberty I went through an awkward stage of shyness, mainly because I started puberty about a half year or so earlier than Dennis did. Once I began to sprout pubic hair and form little breasts, I grew a shy about my nudity. However, avoiding all possible scenarios of being naked in front of each other was next to impossible. The first time Dennis saw me after I began puberty I was showing physically changes. Dennis was so curious and fascinated by my physical development. "You're getting hair and boobs Claire," he said. I was self-conscious and a little embarrassed but I let him look at me anyway. I now know that I thoroughly enjoyed his gazing interest in me. When he started to get pubic hair he proudly showed me. Soon after I started maturing Dennis began to grow taller, bigger, and sexually potent. He would get an erection when he saw me naked. He didn't fully understand what was happening to him or why he would get horny. I told him it was OK. That it must be normal. (We had no sex education in those days.) I also felt aroused and noticed my nipples get hard as well as an aching feeling in my pussy when I saw him naked, particularly when he had an erection. One night when I was about 19, I began to explore my body while I lay in bed at night. I had that same achy feeling in my pussy as when I saw Dennis naked. I touched the outside of my pussy with my hand noticing my pussy lips were swollen. I could feel wetness seeping from my slit. Instinctively I slid my middle finger into my pussy and felt my hard clit for the first time. The feeling was so intensely pleasurable I kept rubbing this little erect and well lubricated organ. I remember thinking this hard thing (my clit) must be the female version of a male penis. Within minutes I experienced my first orgasm. My finger was sliding in and out over my clit making sloshing and squishing sounds. Masturbation became a regular thing for me at night time and sometimes during the day in the bathroom. One night some months later when I was masturbating in bed at night, I thought I was being quiet but the sloshing sound must have carried on a bit. Then I heard Dennis' bed squeaking and a sound like muffled clapping. I stopped masturbating, and asked Dennis what he was doing. He replied, "Same thing as you Claire, masturbating." I was confused, "What do you mean?" I said. "Claire, you're playing with yourself the way girls do, and I'm playing with myself the way boys do. Get it?" Laying there aroused and extremely curious now. I got up from bed walked around the divider and asked Dennis to let me see. I was standing there naked. Dennis pulled off the cover to reveal his big erect dick. He looked at me matter-of-factly and said, "This is how I do it." He slowly stroked his penis up and down. His balls moved up down with each long stroke. Finally, Dennis said, "Let me see you do it." So I sat down on his and asked him to move to the other end I wanted to rest against the headboard. Dennis sat across from me indian-style with his boner sticking straight up in the air. I slid my hand down to my pussy and began masturbating in front of him and Dennis followed suit by resumption of stroking. We reached a mutual climax and enjoyed it very much. This began regular mutual masturbation sessions. Eventually we learned to masturbate each other. One thing led to another and we made out while we masturbated each other. Dennis was out with his friends one afternoon and came home to say he saw a porno movie with a guy and a girl getting it on. He said he wanted to show me a few things he learned. That night we coached each other through oral sex. Dennis performed cunnilingus on me and I fellatio on him. Wow, what a new a beautiful experience, such soft wet stimulation. I tasted his cum for the first time and loved it. He loved licking my pussy. I would be woken up to him licking my pussy often at various times in the night. By the time I was 16 I had blossomed into (in all modesty) a beautiful girl with a very nice body. The boys at school gave me a lot of attention. I was asked out frequently. However, I suffered from low self-esteem and never accepted their offers. It was compounded by the fact I had such a shitty home life I was ashamed to bring any friends, never mind an interested boy, to my home. Physically I grew to 5 feet 7 inches tall and slender. My hair was blonde and eyes blue reflective of my Swedish ancestry. Denis would tell me things he'd overhear at school. All the boys at school knew who I was although I had no idea who most of them were. They referred to me as the shy and quiet blonde bombshell. They thought of me as this sweet and innocent girl, little did they know what Dennis and I did to pass the time at home. My breasts grew into smaller end of C-cup size, but were (are) quite prominent on my thin frame. I had a limited wardrobe. I loved Levis' jeans so I wore them a lot. Levis, not by my intent, hugged my shapely bum nicely. Many of the obnoxious rude boys at school would call out "nice ass" when I walked by. I also frequently caught teachers checking me out. I had one brief fling with a girl at school, Sarah. She, like me, was a jock. We became friends when I was on the girls' basketball team. I had no idea she was interested in me sexually until one night when she had invited me over to her house she asked me if I ever masturbated. Embarrassed as hell, I said, "Doesn't everybody." Sarah told me that she fantacized about me when she masturbated. She went on to say that ever since she saw last year me naked in my shower stall at school she thinks about me a lot. She said she liked boys too, but she was very attracted to me right now. At that moment I recalled thata Sarah was always nearby when I changed in and out uniform. I also remembered that she would be slow to dress after she showered and was not shy about her nudity. Nevertheless, I was stunned. I had no idea she felt this way, nor had I ever thought about sex with another girl. As I listened to her telling me she wanted me, I grew very aroused. I looked at Sarah. She was tall (5 feet 10 inches) and dark skinned with hazel eyes with an athletic body. Sarah was quite beautiful. I was instantly smitten. She sat next to me put her hand on thigh and looked me in my eyes. Sarah said she had never been with a girl before but wanted me more now than she ever had felt for a boy. She asked, "Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" I replied, "I feel strange but not uncomfortable." Sarah leaned over and gave me a soft gentle sensuous kiss on the lips. I remember it being very pleasant. She pulled back to see my reaction. I was looking right into her eyes. She smiled and said, "That was nice." I nodded yes and mumbled "Uh huh. I think so too." Then we kissed again, a long deep passionate French kiss. Sarah and I felt each other's breasts and I loved the sensual experience with Sarah. We continued to kiss and feel each other up. Sarah led as we lay down side by side on the bed. After a few minutes of awkwardly feeling each other's bodies over our clothes, Sarah suggested we take off our clothes. We stripped naked looking over every inch of each other's bodies. Sarah had large breasts revealing long erect nipples. She had a slim waist and dark brown fine pubic hair. Her skin was very smooth. Her skin color was dark contrasting with my northern European whiteness. We embraced again kissing and caressing each other. The first few times Sarah and I were together it was all very innocent petting, touching, looking, and kissing. Gradually we advanced to mutual masturbation and masturbating each other. Then the day came when we performed cunnilingus on each other. The first time I smelled and tasted Sarah's pussy I nearly exploded with ecstasy and she was equally turned on. We were loudly screaming and moaning as we licked each other's pussies. I loved licking her clit. I could make her cum rapidly because I knew what to do to make Sarah cum. Sarah was a fast learner, reciprocating my skills onto me. Sarah was one year ahead of me in school. We maintained a discrete lesbian affair for a year and a half. Sarah and I loved each other, but at that time we it would be stupid to get caught so we double dated with boys. Sarah was very outgoing and would arrange dates for each of us. We actually met and dated some nice boys, but we always looked forward to the ride home when we had sex with each other. Sarah graduated high school and accepted a college scholarship two states away. When she told me she where she was going she cried liked a baby and said she was sorry, but that it was she was given a scholarship to play basketball at a very good school. In those days that didn't happen often for girls. I cried along with her. We told each other that we loved each other and made love. We were together often that summer right up until she left. We wrote for a while but it didn't last and we eventually got on with our lives. My brother Dennis and I celebrated our 18th birthday and as usual our parents were not home. They were off on a drinking bender and forgot it was our birthday. Dennis bought a cake with his own money surprising me when I came home. He was so warm and loving. We cared deeply for each other. Dennis and I had a nice dinner together as we often did being so self-sufficient. We fell romantically in love that night. My brother was now my first and only lover. We often slept in the same bed many times, but tonight we made love for the first time. Dennis made love to me six times that night. We weren't stupid though we used condoms every time. Dennis and I were inseparable for the next three years. We slept together whenever we could. Our parents were clueless. People thought something was strange and I'm sure there were whispers, but we didn't care. No one ever gave a shit about us when were being neglected. Then in 1969 my brother was drafted into the US Army and ordered to Vietnam. I was devastated. I begged Dennis to desert to Canada. "To hell with this country, what did it ever do for us?" But Dennis believed in our country. He reported to boot camp and was sent to Vietnam. It was the worst time of my life. The only man I ever loved and the only real family I had was gone to some meaningless war to fight for America's rich. He was killed in action six weeks after landing in Vietnam. I was devastated and alone for the time in my life. I fell into deep clinical depression and I nearly died because I didn't eat or drink for days. Miraculously, I was saved by my long lost mother who ensured I got the right medical treatment and stayed with me in the hospital until I was well enough to leave. She then stayed with me 24 hours a day making sure I ate and kept myself healthy. Her heart was broken when Dennis died. She became sober and nursed me back to health mentally and physically. When I recovered I told her about Kevin and me. Her reaction was very soothing. She told me that I shouldn't feel any guilt. She and my father were despicable drunks and grossly irresponsible parents. She really beat herself up about it and was incredibly guilt ridden. I heard her cry herself to sleep every night for months. To this day she never taken another drink. She was only 37 at the time. She had married my father when she got pregnant at 17. She lived his life for the next 20 years. I am thankful to my mother for coming around albeit late in life, but without her intervention would have surely died. I grew to love and respect her. My mother divorced my father 2 years after becoming clean and sober. My father on the other hand died a drunk five years later. His story is a sad story of wasted potential and a good example of what an insidious disease alcoholism can be. He was the only son of Swedish immigrants. When he was young and healthy he could have been a movie star he was so handsome. At the time of his death he had a bulbous red nose, a pot-marked face, skin and bones, with three teeth in his head. My mother and I had to pay for his burial out our own pockets. My mother and I shared an apartment for 6 years. We helped each other cope with the difficulties we had to endure in our screwed up lives. We grew stronger emotionally and became very close. After my mother moved in with me I got to know her better than I ever dreamed. A few years later I met an older man. I was 25 he was 37. He was a wonderful human being. He reminded me of Dennis because of his big heart. His name was Patrick. He asked me to marry him. Before I accepted I told him about him everything about Dennis because I didn't want any skeletons in the closet. He was shocked but eventually grew to understand how such a thing could happen given my childhood. We discussed it at length. We put it behind us. He told me he appreciated me even more for trusting him with that private information. Patrick and I married and had three children together, two twin girls, Marcia and Julie, and a boy, Kevin. When Patrick made love to me he made feel like a real woman. We loved each other so much and these genuine affections and feelings manifested themselves when we love. Believe it or not he was only the second man I had been with, just Dennis and him. Patrick was a real good looking guy who had played the field quite a bit before he met me. He told me he was smitten with me the first time he laid eyes on me and never considered being with another woman. He had had many lovers over the years. He was very experienced and he truly appreciated having me as his partner because I was not. He had tremendous stamina, holding back his orgasm making sexual encounters last a very long time. Thus I got the benefit of having multiple orgasms all the time. Patrick was uninhibited about sex. He freely admitted that he masturbated and encouraged me to do it with him. When loved performed cunnilingus on me Tragedy struck again 12 years later when Patrick was struck down with a fatal heart attack at the age 47. I would have killed myself if it weren't for my three beautiful kids. I was a single mother raising three kids. My 8-year old son Kevin was deeply affected by his father's death. Soon after he would have nightmares and eventually he began sleeping in my bed on a regular basis. I didn't mind because it helped me cope with the loneliness as well. After a couple of years of this co-dependence I tried to wean Kevin off by making him sleep in his own bed. After some hurtful nights I was successful, but the bond between us never lessened. When Kevin was 18 I saw him masturbating. I became so aroused watching him that I begin to masturbate while thinking of him. It brought back the memories and feelings I had for Dennis when he was the same age. I resisted all temptation to act on my feelings, but I am flawed and weak. One night I stripped naked and went into his room. I pulled down his blanket and saw his magnificent erection. Kevin had a ring of pubic around his 6 inch penis. I was taken in by it. I took Kevin's fully erect cock in my hand and began stroking it. I then performed oral sex on him. I sucked his cock until he ejaculated in my mouth. I swallowed every drop without any slipping out. Kevin lay there and enjoyed it. He initially pretended to be asleep, but at the end he smiled and rolled over to go to sleep. Over the course of the next year I often went in to Kevin's room and gave him a nocturnal blow job. One night I was sleeping in bed. I hadn't visited Kevin's room in a long time. I awoke to find Kevin in my bed humping the side of my naked ass with an erection. I asked him what he was doing. Kevin just told me he loved me and he wanted to be with me. My incestuous instincts and urges took over. I took Kevin by the waist and positioned him on top of me. I took his erect cock and slid it into my waiting wet pussy. It was the first time I had intercourse in years. My clit was fully erect and my cunt was dripping wet. Kevin fucked me long and hard. We enjoyed ourselves fully. Later in the night we orally pleased each other. My son ate my pussy while I sucked his cock. We fucked and sucked all night. Kevin and I carried on with this sexual incestual relationship for five years. During that time I dated men and Kevin dated girls. However, never a month went by without some sex between us. However, things took a turn for the worse when Kevin turned 20. He developed a resentment toward me for us being involved in an incestuous relationship. He felt it was irresponsible of me because I was an adult when it started and he was not. Unfortunately, much to my dismay the relationship deteriorated and we barely spoke for ten years. During that time Kevin got married to a wonderful girl. He speaks to me more often now but no more sex. This is where my life to date. I'd like to fuck my son again but I don't think he will. It makes me sad.
First Time With Mom
When I was about 18, my dad had left to go on a trip for his work and would be out of town for a couple days. So I went to my mom's bedroom the nite after he left to watch some t.v. with her and keep her company. She layed regularly and I layed at the foot of the bed laying across. She started to nod off and in about 5 minutes she kept her eyes shut and was motionless. With this I was about to get up, turn the t.v. off and go to bed myself.... but I looked up and saw her sweet smooth pussy lips as there was an opening between her legs ( she wears a blue thing night gown to bed)..... I jacked off about once every week and was very horny and it was about that time I needed to.... but I have never thought of my own natural birth mother like that before..... I was so horny I needed to do something.... I moved up and, being in my boxers, faced my front towards her feet and rested the right side of penis on her right foot with boxers still on. This made me so horny I soon had a full out 7 inch bone in no time. There I lay, on my right side, at the foot of my mom's bed, late at nite, in a dark room, with my hard penis laying on her right foot through my boxers. I had to have more and planned to just lay my head down and pretend I was asleep if she woke up or if I saw any movement. So I slowly, very slowly started to move my hips in and out as the right side of my penis rubbed against her toes. Then she started to move her shoulers around so I quickly put my head down with my cock still on her foot and pretended to be asleep. I peeked out of my eyes a minute later and looked at her face and it seemed to be ok.... but just then she started to move again and her left foot was now on top of her right with my cock in between. I was so freaked out but if felt soooo good all at the same time. I didn't know if she did this on purpose of if it was an accident, but at that time it felt so good I didn't care. So another minute passed with no motion so I started to move in and out in between her two feet. Suddenly, I was shocked as her toes started to wiggle and her feet started to wrap around my cock and under my balls and her toes started to play with them. slowly she stroked under my balls with her foot and slowly flopped around my fully erect penis with her other. I looked at her face and she looked like she was still sleeping, but at this point I knew she wasn't. She kept giving me a footjob and it felt so good. I needed control so I grabbed her two feet and sandwhiched my cock in between them again and started to pump. this time I looked up and saw my mom wide awake staring at me with the moon lighting her face through the window.... I was shocked and stopped immediately. My cock stayed between her feet as she just leaned her upper body over to turn on a lamp and leaned back to her original position.... she asked me... "what do you think you are doing?" I was so stunned and shocked and nervous I didnt know wut to do... she could see it in my eyes..... she pulled her feet up towards her and my boner was still fully erect and now.... out of the fly hole of my boxers.... she said... "we both know this is wrong and it will never happen again..." I agreed shaking my head looking down.... then she said something that I will never forget.... "but since it already started happening already we mind as well get what we want...." I couldn't believe it!!! She slowly crawled up on all fours on the bed and grasped my cock shaft with her right hand fully wrapping her fingers around it.... looked me in the face and said.... "all I know you want is to get off and all I want is the taste of warm cum in my mouth." with this she started pumping really hard and really really fast.... I was losing my mind.... my own mother who gave birth to me... was now jacking me off... she was jacking her own son off!!! Then she knew I was about to blow by my breathing and totally deepthroated my and started to suck wonderfully as her tongue kept licking up and down my shaft and swishing it around in her mouth.... then... it happened..... Boom!! I blew it soooo hard all in her mouth as she collected it all and didnt' start swallowing even a drop yet..... when I was totally done, with the cum still in her mouth, she squeezed my cock from base to head to get the last drop outand licked it off my hole... then opened her mouth, and I saw a mouth so full of cum it looked as though she took a big swig out of a glass and just held it in her mouth... it looked so chunky.... I looked and said swallow it.... she looked me in the eyes and did something I will never forget... tilted her chin up with her mouth still open for me to look in on... as I gazed down her throat and in her mouth, I watched as my own cum flowed down the back of her throat and oozed down into her stomach. The fact that my own mother drank a whole swig of her own son's cum, and swallowed it all.... she looked at me and said... remember... "never again".... but I asked one last question... I said "did you like it?" She replied... " I really enjoy the taste of warm, salty, metallic flavored cum oozing down my throat ever so slowly... and emptying into my stomach... the flavor is like ecstacy... just how it feels when warm load is freshly shot into your mouth and stays on your tongue... the flavor is so erotic I love it.... so of course I enjoyed it." This is the end of my story... we have never mentioned this little happening since but am crazy about wanting to do it again... she said never again... but i have dreamed about it every day for the past 2 years ever since.... END
Happy Chap's Story
My sister is two years older than me. Our dad died, suddenly, when I was five and she was seven. It shook my mom up really badly and afterwards she was never really the same. One of the things that helped her through that difficult time was the fact that sis and I were really close. We'd play together, we'd spend time together and we would comfort each other when things got scary or mom was crying. It took a while, but this closeness and the fact that we were all she had left of Dad helped her move on. I need to explain a bit about sis and I. When we were kids, we'd do stuff like sleep in each other's beds, take baths together...the sort of things that kids do from time to time. Any time one of us was scared in the night (with bad dreams and the like) we'd be able to go to the other for a hug. This closeness carried on, but as we got older mom would make sure we bathed apart and didn't spend all night in the same bed. We didn't understand why at the time. Sis got the family looks. As a girl, she was very pretty and very much mommy's girl - where some of her friends were tomboyish, she was always the one looking for dresses, playing with dolls and stuff. When she was around me, she'd be a little more rough and tumble but with her friends she was a perfect little girl. As she got older, pretty became beautiful. She had, and has, great skin and a good figure which started to develop pretty early. I remember noticing her breasts for the first time when I was about 12...and the effect that looking at them, even though I never saw then "in the flesh", had on me. She's a real sun worshipper too, taking any opportunity to wear as little as possible to keep her tan up. That lead to a certain amount of trauma for me as she inspired my first erections and I had to find ways to hide them. It happens to every young man, as I now know, but at the time I was almost mortified that my sister, whom I loved dearly, might be making this happen. From pretty much that point on, our weekend morning ritual of waking the other up by sitting on the bed and chatting a while was something I looked forward to with a mixture of enjoyment and dread. Seeing her in bed produced all kinds of hormonal reactions that I was still getting used to...remember, by then she was 15 and stunning. Her figure was well on the way to being jaw-dropping and she knew an awful lot more about the world than I did. I'd better explain that while she got the looks, I got Dad's build and his brains - I was and still am a bit too bookish for my own good and at 13 was painfully unworldly. I had also reached the point where even seeing her legs was a turn on, let alone some of the glimpses of other bare flesh I occasionally got. Christmas that year was a turning point for both of us. Christmas morning, she woke me really, really early. She wanted to drag me out of bed and into the lounge to see the tree - it's always been her favourite time of year. She woke me up wearing a t-shirt and not a lot else. Poor me, dressed in shorts, got an instant erection and was horrified at getting out of bed until it went down. Try as she might, she couldn't persuade me out from under the blankets. I should habe known better than to refuse because she took it as a challenge and just ripped them off the bed...and there it was. A hardon, standing out proud...and she noticed. There was a moment of silence and then she sat down and asked me what had got me so excited. I wanted to lie...but failed and just straight out admitted that it was her. To my amazement, she seemed pleased. We talked about it, open and honest, for a few minutes and I told her that seeing her often did this to me. She seemed even happier with that, and then asked if she could look at it properly. Mom was still fast asleep...and a part of me really, really wanted Sis to see..so I agreed. I pulled my shorts down and she looked. She asked if she could touch it and I agreed. I loved the feeling of her hand on me. She stroked my cock experimentally, then let go and asked me if I masterbated. At the time, I wasn't doing so that often so I said no. She seemed amused and asked if she could do it for me. You have to understand that showing her was one thing...and as much as I wanted her to carry on touching me...I was shy and very, very scared. So I said that she'd better not. That refusal haunted me later. She was good about it, said that she understood and we sort of got back to normal thereafter. We didn't speak about it for a while either. I turned sixteen and sis was looking to go to college. She was academically pretty good, but not quite good enough for some of the places she wanted to get into. We spent a lot of time together that year studying and working on school stuff, hoping to get her finals results up high enough to give her a good chance to get somewhere she wanted to be. Over the months, we got closer and closer. She was stunning then...toned and tanned, with long legs and firm, high breasts all capped with a simply astounding smile and bright, laughing green eyes. It's fair to say that I fell in love with her that year... One night, we got home from the library to find a note from Mom saying that she would be out all night with work friends and might stay over somewhere. She'd been dating and we both decided that she was going to finally pounce on the poor guy, so we kicked back a little and decided to sit in front of the TV awhile. We'd worked hard that afternoon and early evening, so we decided no "shop" talk and the conversation soon moved on to our respective love lives. I didn't have one and Sis was overburdened with requests, so we were both pretty much in the same place, one way and another. We talked about who we would love to be with, what out ideals were...and before I really knew what I was doing I pretty much described her as my ideal. She seemed to have missed it, or at least I thought so. We got a little more personal, a little more explicit and talked about how much sex we were getting. My own experiences were limited to a brief grope and the occasional kiss with some of the girls I went to school with. Sis surprised me by saying that she was saving herself for someone special. Then she asked if seeing her still turned me on. Of course it did. She asked me why I'd not let her make me cum that Christmas, so I explained about being embarrassed and unsure, and worried that mom might catch us. Sis understood...and then pointed out that Mom wasn't home, wouldn't be for hours. I have no idea where the courage came from, but I just leaned over and kissed her. That kind of took our breath away for a minute...but we did it again. And again. Somewhere along the way, we got braver and braver and before I really knew what I was doing, I had my sister's nipple between my lips and her hands on my achingly hard cock. I remember vividly the feeling of her pussy under my fingers, the surprise at how wet she was and the sounds she made as I stroked her. I remember sliding a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around it. We touched and stroked each other for a while, kissing passionately and I guess both wondering where we were going. Then she broke the kisses and told me that I was the special man she'd been saving herself for. We went to her room. She lay on the bed and parted her legs for me and I slipped between them. There was a long moment then where we both looked into each others eyes, confirming that this is what we wanted, and then she reached between us, took hold of my cock and guided me inside her. I was amazed at how good it felt. I was amazed at what we were doing. But what was more amazing still was that from then, everything seemed to be automatic. I moved inside her like it was the most natural thing in the world and she began bucking up to keep me inside her. Of course, there were moments when things got a little out of synch and I slipped out of her..but we quickly learned how to stop that happening and before very long I could feel my excitement reaching fever pitch. I knew I was going to cum, she knew it and she demanded that I not stop. I don't think I could have, even if I wanted to...and then she came. That was incredible. I can't even begin to put it into words; it also sent me right over the edge and I came too. Afterwards, we worried a little about her being pregnant and there was much consulting of calenders. She seemed confident that it would be OK. Then she smiled and said that we'd have to make sure we used condoms next time. That blew my mind. I wasn't even thinking that far ahead and told her so; she grinned, kissed me and said that she wasn't going to leave it at just once. We both had a lot to learn and she wanted the one guy she trusted to be the person she learned with. We're both a lot older now. She's married. I'm married. For some reason, our respective spouses just don't get on, so we have times alone together, catching up on family stuff. When we're together, it's like we were never apart and we always end up in bed. We don't always have sex, but more often than not we do; I'm still the only guy she trusts and she's still the love of my life. We experiment with each other, we teach each other new tricks and we enjoy one another. Some people might say it's sick, wrong or perverted. I say I have great sex with a woman I love deeply. How many other men can say the same? END
Is mom still interested
When I was about 18 my mother caught me masturbating. She walked into my room while I was stroking. I quickly pulled the covers over me. She may have got a glimpse of my hard-on, but I couldn't say for sure. However, it was obvious she knew what I was doing. She gave a discerning mother's look and asked, knowing full well, what I was doing. Naturally, I just said I wasn't doing anything as she looked at my dick sticking up under the blanket. Without coming right out and saying "don't beat off", she tried to make me feel bad. Her attempt at scolding had no effect whatsoever, as soon as she left I resumed stroking my fat 7 inch dick to a nice climactic orgasm. After that night I noticed a change in my mother. She seemed very interested in me when I went to bed. She even slept in my room in the twin bed across from me a couple of times when my father was sick. When she did, rather than deviate from my masturbation schedule I quietly masturbated under the blankets. It was gooey but I didn't care. I needed to masturbate. As I grew older my mother increasingly walked around the house and watched TV wearing just her night gown, particularly in the summer. She didn't wear sexy night gowns, but they were nevertheless quite thin showing her ample tits and pointed nipples. These sights eventually worked their way into my fantasies when I masturbated. One vision I can still recall with clarity today happened when we were watching TV and she got up to answer the phone. There was a light on the table by the phone 2 to 3 feet in front of me. As she talked on the phone the light's rays shined through her thin pale green gown showing in exquisite detail the outline of her body, tits, nipples, ass, and best of all, a between the legs shot of her pussy. I saw her puffy mound of her pussy lips and pubic hair jetting out from either side. I don't think she had a clue of what she was showing me. She might as well have been naked. I remember I had gym shorts on in which my instant hard on was raging underneath. I took one of the couch pillows and placed over me, just like I'd do at school when it time to go to a new class with a boner. I had to wait for her to go to bed before I could get up. My hard-on stayed strong until I got in my own bed and jerked off. Another nice memory occurred when I was walking by her room. Just as I was walking by she was sitting on her bed she took off her bra showing full frontal view of her bare breasts. I instinctively stopped in my tracks and gawked. She just made a weak effort to cover her beautiful tits with her hands and said "Ooh Steven, close your eyes." I inadvertently returned the favor giving her an unplanned full frontal nudity view of me. I was going out one night and had just got out of the shower when I got a phone call. I took the call on the extension upstairs in my parent's room. I sat down on their bed facing my mother's bureau with a mirror on top. As sat there talking I open my towel admiring my mildly aroused cock in the mirror. At that moment my mother walked in and saw me naked body and my supple but fat cock in the mirror. She just about creamed herself on the spot. I was still talking and nonchalantly wrapped the towel back around me. When I got up to leave my dick was more than semi-aroused showing a bulge underneath my towel which my mother duly noted on my way out. I'm pretty sure she watched me masturbating at night on more than one occasion. I recall her standing outside my room one hot summer night when I kept my door open for a cross breeze. She watched me stroke my cock until I ejaculated. I quite enjoyed being the object of her voyeurism and gave her a good show. The most erotic scene occurred when I saw her lying on her bed naked. She was lying face down with her bare ass and cunt in full view. At that time I'd say she was about 37 or 38. She had a nice ass, but seeing her exposed pussy was awesome. She was definitely asleep as she was snoring lightly. It looked like she had been masturbating. I just stood there for a few minutes taking all this sight in. I took a mental picture that stays with me today. My dick got as hard as a rock admiring my naked hot looking mother. I went immediately into my room and masturbated, culminating an intense orgasm as I imagined fucking her. My mother grew bolder in her attempts to see my cock. One time she walked right into the bathroom while I was taking a piss. I just kept pissing and let her watch for a couple seconds before she weakly pretended to have not known I was in there "Oh I'm sorry honey. Excuuuse me." The last erotic event that happened with my mother occurred when I was about 19. She came into my room at about 5AM and stood by my bed in her skimpy night gown. I woke up a little startled when I saw her. I don't know how long she had been standing there. She was clearly aroused and spoke in a whisper asking if she could see it. She reached over grabbing my erect cock over my blanket for just a second. Oddly, this aggressive behaviour was different than the teasing no harm/no foul voyeurism and exhibition games we'd been playing the past few years. I resisted by rolling over. I think she surprised herself a bit and quickly left. I couldn't believe she was got that aggressive. However, I thought she would try again and next time I would be more receptive. Sadly, there was never a next time. I missed my opportunity and I didn't have the nerve or confidence to be the aggressor. Consequently nothing more after that other than some occasional night gown teasing. I think she had second thoughts or was waiting for me to make the next move. My regret to this day is that I never did. A combination of being chicken and Christian guilt. Anyway, I'm now 35, married with a kid. I love my wife, but I still think about those experiences with my mother. There's something about consensual incest that separates it from normal sex. It's another dimension of a familial bond that can only be understood by those who have experienced it. I'm old enough to know now that she had a strong sexual desire for me and would have crossed the incest line if I had acted on my equal lust for her when I had the chance. Those erotic memories still provide me with sexual fantasy material for when I masturbate today. My mother is now 55. I often wonder whether she still has the incestuous desire for me, or has she abandoned those feelings long ago. Since we are both adults now it would be more on equal ground, a consensual sex between two adults. I'd love to make love to her now. She stills looks good. Sure she's aged, but I saw her in a bathing suit recently and her tits still hold up nicely. She's a little rounded with age, but still has a nice figure, legs, and a sexy ass. I wouldn't know how to approach her. I thought of many things, but we don't live in the same house anymore. It's not like the old days where I could easily let her catch me jerking off, or see me naked. I'd welcome any suggestions. I am interested to hear about similar experiences from anybody else that has renewed an incestuous relationship after years of dormancy.
I Watched Mom Get Nailed
That day I was home from school earlier than usual because I had a slight fever. Must have been 10 am that morning when I arrived at my backdoor which was seldom locked. Into the kitchen area, I opened the refrigerator to get an aspirin and saw something unfamiliar in it. A bottle of Guinness stout was in it and to my knowledge mom and dad had never consumed alcohol - so the presence of it baffled me. Then next to the refrigerator was an empty bottle in a waste bin. Before I could yell out for mom for an answer, I heard a loud groan and gasping sounds coming from her room. As I reached near to mom’s room, a man’s voice was heard. The thought of my mom with another man in her closed bedroom would be humiliating to me and much more so to my dad. More groans could be heard from mom and being curious what causes that, I silently crept into my room which was next to her’s. Soon I started looking for holes or crevices in the wooden partitions dividing our bedrooms. I found a peeled off paint on the joints 3’ from the floor and so I bend down to take a peek into mom’s room. As it wasn’t big enough, I had to peeled off more dried paint to about 2cm to get a better view and what I saw was mom straddling on a hairy giant’s thighs as though riding on a horse. There were two large hands, one on each side of mom’s bum as she motioned up and down. I could not see mom’s head but from that angle. By then I had noticed that the hairy giant bum was near the edge of the bed, knees bent and his feet on the floor. Mom’s head was probably resting on his chests. As he squeezed mom’s bum, I could see her butt hole opening and closing continuously. And as she lifted her bum a bit higher, I could see a trunk as big as the size of a cucumber, in between mom’s thighs. By then I forgot about humiliation or anger in me and in fact experienced a ‘hard-on’ watching mom having sex with a stranger in my parents bed barely 2meters from me. Mom’s moans, groans and breathings grew louder as she quickened the humping. Suddenly she gave a wail as she gave a few heavy thrusts and then her bum rested on the giant’s upper torso with his hairy balls between mom’s bum slit. My guessed was that she’s too tired to ride him again caused they were very still and thought that to be the end of the steamy show. I then heard the giant asked, “Was that good, Moon?” (my mom’s name is Maimoon) “and how many times did you come?” “Countless!” was mom’s reply, “and why don’t you come?” she continued. (The words and terminology used by them was Greek to me at that time) “There’s no hurry. Your son won’t be home so soon. Not till another 3 hours,” he replied. They were murmuring in conversations and I could see and hear the sound of mom’s bum as he smacked them lovingly. How could my mom be fucking someone behind my father’s back every time he’s out at work while I’m in school. I was also thinking at that time what did this man see in my mom. She’s short (no more than 5’) and on the plump side and she doesn’t dress to kill like some moms do, with low neckline exposing her cleavage and just looking at her clothes lying on bedroom floor-they were all ankle length skirt, long sleeves blouse, petticoats on top of her brassieres and even her knickers was a large one-not the skimpy type that I’ve seen on the neighbour’s wash line. But I admit, I am enjoying that steamy scene when I noticed a colorless liquid coming out at the tip of my penis. Then I saw mom moved gradually from the straddling position and lay flat on her back, bum at the edge of the bed, legs dangling down exposing her furry pussy and a pair of beautiful big breasts with dark areoles and protruding nipples. Next to her was the giant with a flag pole in between his legs pointing up the ceiling. He then guided mom’s hand to it and she stroked the shaft up and down to the base slowly. I began copying the stroke slowly then vigorously and soon experienced my first ejaculation. The giant then rolled to face mom using one hand to lift her legs to rest on the bed and spreading them wide apart. Her legs were in a wide ‘V’ position in front of my peep hole and I could see her red slit split open with white glue-like liquid around her orifice and trickling down her butt hole. He inserted his middle finger into mom’s love hole as he sucked her right breast. He finger fucked mom’s cunt and caused her to groan in excitement wiggling her bum in rhythm. I could hear slurping sounds coming from her cunt and I speed up stroking my my penis and when she made a gasping sound and she suddenly sat up holding his wrist with both hands, bit her lower lips as she breathe deep and slow then said,”Oooh…..its sooo nnice, I had another spent. Then mom released his wrist and fell backwards panting heavily. His finger was still in mom’s cunt when he rise to sit up and I found out he was the landlord whom I’ve met when he came collecting the house rents. Pulling out his finger he showed mom her love juice on it and then licked it clean and dry. “Your love juice is so sweet, Moon,” she told mom and I heard her giggled. He stood up-this 6’ 4” hairy middle-eastern man massaging his manhood which was so huge in front of my peep hole and I began to go green with envy. (I have seen lots of penises in public baths or urinals but none so huge) He walked in between mom’s legs and carried them round his hips. Now all I could see was his buttocks and mom’s legs gripping his waist. He then asked, “Are you ready Maimoon?” And mom blurted, “Mmmm.yes.” “This is the part you love best.” He continued and suddenly he gave a big thrust forward and mom wailed “Aaaaaargh, aaiyooh, enaaak” (“nice” in my language) and when the wailing stopped, he moved his pelvis front/back and side to side in rhythm with mom’s oohs and aahs. I veered away from my peep hole and service my hard on again. Hearing mom intense sexy moans was enough to bring me to another ejaculation. When I got back to the peep hole, he was humping mom in a different position. His back was still facing me but mom’s legs wasn’t round his waist. The flat of her feet was seen with toes pointing to the floor, probably he was humping her in a crouching position like a dog. Whether he had it in her cunt or her butt hole, I couldn’t tell. His rhythm was hard and when he slowed down it was his turn to pant, ooh..ooh..ooh…it’s so nice fucking you,Moon, as he bend forward collapsed on mom’s back. He had shot his load into mom’s hole. I slowly stepped back to my bed to take a rest. After awhile I went back to peep as he was sitting on a sofa holding a tall glass of the Guinness which mom must have fetched as he was still naked and mom was wrapped in towel sitting on the floor in between his legs trying to revive his limped dick. Though it was soft, the size is still distinctly huge. As mom was stroking and massaging the flaccid rod to make it alive, he was sipping the Guinness and as he gulped down the last drop, mom had his monstrous cock in full glow, its head turning purple. Mom had two palms holding the shaft with the head still visible as she nibbled and licked the head with adoration. I concluded it must have been at least 7-8 inches and the girth 2 inches in diameter. There’s no way that its head could fit in her mouth as I saw her sucked a part of it only. Mom played his shaft rubbing its head on her cheeks and at times rubbing it to her nostrils smelling his manhood. He then carried mom to the bed, this time to an angle where I could see her stretched from head to toe. He unloosened the towel exposing mom’s round breasts; stretched her hands above her head showing her clean arm pits; placed a pillow for her bum to rest causing her furry mound to raise slightly; spread her legs wide apart and knelt in between her legs. He crouched to lick mom’s pussy and caused mom to shake her legs in excitement. They then face each other with mom holding his massive tool and guided it to the entrance of her hungry vagina as he slowly pushed it deep into the slippery hole. With the pillow underneath her bum, with her mound raised, she experienced a different penetration. He pulled out his tool leaving just the head inside her and then penetrating her slowly. Could see mom shaking her head and biting her lower lips when he inched slowly into her. I began my stroke according to the way he nailed mom gripping my cock head letting it squeezed through my palm moistened by my pre-cum and only wished I could get hold of mom’s cunt juice as lubricant. And when he warned mom that he’s about to shoot his load into her, I shot out mine only to see him collapsed on her just seconds later. I waited till they were in the bathroom to wash before I sneaked out of the house to come home later at time designated. That was the day I first masturbated: the first time I see a mature hairy pussy closed up (albeit it was my mom’s pussy) and the first time seeing mom get nailed for 3 long hours. But I still wonder how/why she got into a relationship with the landlord and how her cunt could take all the length of his huge tool and withstand the humping. One thing for sure is I always get a hard on thinking about it ending up masturbating - that when I was young. Nowadays it drives me horny and I end up screwing my wife imagining I am screwing my mom. 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My Life Changed Forever
The following story is true and it changed my life forever. I was 1+ years old when my 40 year old stepfather, Bill, sexually abused me. He was drunk and got me alone one night and started playing with my cock. He said my mom didn't like sex and refused to suck his cock. He promised if I sucked him off he'd bring my 30-year-old mom to come in and have her teach me how to make love. Scared and excited I did as he said. I sucked his 6" cock and swallowed his cum and then waited for mom. Mom was no raving beauty. She's about 5'3," 135 lb, 36B tits and black hair. For a virgin 1+-year-old she became a centerfold image. Dad never brought her to me then or ever, and for the next 4 years my stepfather had me sucking him off on a weekly basis. I was terrified I was a queer because I liked and hated doing this. A strong feeling of resentment built up towards my mom. Eventually I grew to be 5'11" tall, 160 lbs., and he was forced to leave me alone. I married my first girlfriend when I was 18 just to get out of the house. The next big change in my life occurred when I was 25. It was a Friday evening and I had been out drinking with some friends and was unable to drive home. I walked the short distance from the pub to my widowed mom's home and said I needed a place to sleep for a while. I phoned my wife and said I was to drunk to come home and would spend the night at mom's. My wife was upset, but agreed it was for the best. Rather than go to sleep I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat at the kitchen table talking to mom. I had to pee, so I got up and walked to the bathroom. I didn't bother closing the door and saw my mom looking right at me. It must have been the booze because as soon as I stopped pissing I began stroking my cock and it instantly sprang to it's full 8" length and 3" girth. Coming out of the bathroom with my cock still hard mom got upset and told me to put it away. I sat down and continued to stroke my dick and it never felt harder. Still half drunk I said it wasn't the first time she'd seen it and asked her if she was scared of it. Embarrassed she again asked me to put it away. I noticed her nipples were hard little bullets protruding against her bra. I made a comment that her hard nipples liked seeing my cock and that maybe she should come here and hold it for me. Mom slapped my face and ran to the bathroom. I sat there fuming. About 5 minutes later mom came out of the bathroom and said maybe it would be better if I took a cab home. I was pissed right off. I sat there and calmly told her she owed me, and I was going to collect. I proceeded to tell her what her inability to suck a cock and had cost me. I explained in graphic detail how I was required to suck her husband's cock. I also mentioned to her Bill had promised me I would be allowed to fuck her. Mom cried through the entire story. Again I had to pee and walked right passed her with my rock hard cock sticking straight out of my slacks. When I came back mom was still crying. I got another beer and came back to the table. I stopped right beside her and pushed my cock against her bare left arm. She jumped as if electrocuted. Her first instinct was to move her arm and push away my cock. As she touched my cock with her hand I grabbed her wrist and held it against my cock. Mom grabbed my cock in her right hand and squeezed it with all her might. Rather than cause me to let go, my cock began to spurt cum on her blouse, arm and chin. Mom then went ballistic. She began slapping, punching and growling like an animal. In order to protect myself I grabbed her wrists and wrestled her to the floor. She continued fighting and as we wrestled I soon had her pinned to the floor. Her skirt was up above her waist, exposing her sheer white panties and the pinkest cunt lips I've seen. My cock was pushing against her panties and aimed at her cunt lips. I lost control. Holding both wrists in one hand I ripped open her blouse exposing her matching sheer white bra. I then pulled down her bra exposing her 43 year old tits. I bent down and began sucking and nibbling on her dark brown nipples. Mom continued to struggle but I continued to pin her down. I reached down and pushed aside her panties and began probing for her cuntal opening. On my third thrust I found her cunt and pushed in about half way. Her cunt was hot and moist. Pulling back slightly I then thrust my entire cock deep into her cunt. She struggles increased allowing my cock to feel her muscles contracting and caressing it. I couldn't hold back and began shooting cum deep into her cunt. As she fought against the thick invader deeply imbedded into her cunt her body began to betray her. Slowly her thrashings to dispel me cock became thrusts to get more deeply seated. Even as my shooting cum stopped, my cock remained hard. I continued to meet her trusts as her cries of despair became cries of passion. Her juices mixed with my cum made her cunt even hotter and wetter. Her hard brown nipples were poking my chest and again I nibbled on them. Biting and pulling them with my teeth seemed to drive her wilder. As she orgasmed, her cunt gripped my cock so hard I was unable to slide in or out. This caused me to shoot another load deeply into her cunt. Slowly the passion of the moment passed and I realized what I had just done, raped my mom. My cock slowly softened and I pulled myself of mom and got to me my feet. There on the floor, with cum leaking from her stretched open cunt and exposed tits, lay my mom. I felt both guilt for my actions and a sense of peace for what had occurred years before. Mom picked herself off the floor and walked slowly to the bathroom. She returned to the kitchen about 10 minutes later. Mom calmly, but with tears in her eyes, admitted she knew that I was being abused, but there was nothing she could do about it. Bill had threatened her with mutilation if she ever said anything. Mom stated that her first husband, my father, had beaten her and forced to suck his cunt and shit covered cock. These abuses made her unable to satisfy Bill sexually and she allowed him to make me suck his cock. As mom continued talking she unconsciously exposed her still erect nipples. I stood up and walked over to her. Standing her up, I kissed her on the lips. Mom responded by open her mouth and her tongue began teasing my own. I tweaked and pinched her right nipple. Mom began sucking on my tongue. Breaking the kiss she slid down my body and knelt on the floor. Drawing my cock out of my slacks she began kissing and sucking her juices from my cock. With great passion, and skill, she sucked my cock until I shot the third load of cum in an hour. We shared the same bed that night and fucked until the sun came up. After sharing a shower and quick breakfast, I asked mom for her forgiveness. She kissed me tenderly on the lips and admitted she owed me for the years of abuse I endured and that what we shared last night was ours forever. I don't think mom was ever frigid. She just needed someone to understand her own physical limitations. Mom has become my mistress. We fuck and suck whenever we're together, including family get-togethers. I'm not sorry it happened, and I know if I'd have tried to seduce her any other way it never would have occurred. I still remember the abuse, but now I also remember what mom has done to make it better. END
My Niece
I searched and searched and finally found this site. I can now freely share my experiences and not be shunned. Today I received one of the best xmas presents. I've had the hots for my niece for many years now. If it makes any difference, she's not technically my niece since her mom was married into our family and my brother could never legally adopt her. Today I'm 27 and she's 19. She's been a part of my family ever since my brother met her mom when she was 3. We've grown up very close as we're only 8 years apart. Both of us have always been open with each other while growing up and have often shared experiences with others...about girlfriends I’ve had and her boyfriends she’s been with. I can remember our first 'close' encounter with each other when I was in my late teens and her as she had just entered puberty. It was the xmas holidays and everyone was over. My niece and I went into my room to watch movies we had just gotten for xmas. We both were lying on my bed on our stomachs watching movies when she decided to roll onto my back on her stomach. Yes, we were fully clothed. I remember the movie being quite boring (don't recall the name) so we just went on talking about this and that with her on my back. At one point I noticed she kept putting her hand down her pants and itching herself. Being all serious, I asked if she had a rash or something. She said she'd just started growing pubic hair and the hairs were making her very itchy. Nothing else sexually happened at this instance aside from when she covered my eyes with her hands just being the brat she was, I could smell her pussy on her fingers. I recall masturbating to several intense orgasms that night savoring the memory of the smell of her pussy on her fingers. Ever since this instance, I’ve begun to think about my niece as more than my nice; sexually. Quite a few years after that (1996), I finished college and moved cross country (from east coast to west coast in the USA). After being settled in for a year, my brother, his wife and my niece came to visit as my brother was also interested in settling on this side of the country. At one point my brother and his wife went out to spend the day looking at apartments for potential places to live. They had left me to watch over my 15 year old niece and I was instructed to keep her busy. It was a Saturday so we watched cartoons most of the morning and were left in charge of doing laundry. I recall going down to my apartment complex’s laundry unit and doing laundry with my niece. We just hung out there chewing the fat and catching up on old times. When the cloths were dry, we threw everything in the basket and went back to my apartment. We started folding the cloths when I came across my niece’s bra and commented how grown up she had become. She just giggled and shortly after I came across her panties (they were quite petite so I knew they weren’t my sister’s-in-law) and playfully put them on my head. She told me to stop being a jerk so I took them off and upon handing them to her, I noticed stains and started to tease her. She said she had started her period the other day and to leave her alone. I obliged and didn’t tease her. We finished watching cartoons and my niece got up to use the toilet. After being in there quiet awhile, I decided to knock. (I recall wondering just “what” she was doing in there). Teasing her again, I said I sure hope you’re not being naughty in my bathroom. She mumbled something inaudible under her breath. I then heard her get up off the toilet, pull her cloths up and yank open the door. She totally let me have it and said “if only you were nice to me…” I almost dropped dead as I probably blew such a chance. I had to use the toilet too, and not getting to off the subject of this forum, as I sat on the toilet doing my business, I noticed a rolled up maxi pad in the basket. My niece was indeed on her period because the pad was still warm and a bit soiled. Again, forgive me for being off topic, but she touched on a fetish of mine and boy did I take advantage of that pad especially being from my niece. To that date, that’s the closest physical contact of sexual nature I had with her. Nothing else happened that glorious weekend, but up to yesterday, I fantasized on countless occasions about what if I had been nice to her upon knocking on that door. My brother and his family did eventually move out by me. My niece and I have continued to remain close but certainly not as close at we got today. Though xmas day started out on a somber note as my girlfriend of 3 years was out of town visiting her family for the holidays, I had the opportunity to spend a great deal of quality time with my niece. She’s spent the last year and a half away at college so we had some serious catching up to do. The opportunity came shortly after I went to my brothers and we opened up our gifts. Being back in town, my niece told me she was house sitting for a friend of hers who went away for the holidays. My niece begged me telling me that her friend’s house is clear cross town (45 min in each direction), and that she doesn’t have a car and needed a ride. Leave it up to Uncle to offer to drive her cross down, to spend quality time with his niece. Believe me, she didn’t need to beg. If anything, inside, I was begging that I could go with her. We headed out late in the morning. Right away our mouths went off asking about this and that. She asked me how my girlfriend was and I said fine except having a long weekend away from her was making me horny as hell. She gave it to me and said she had to be away from her boyfriend for almost five weeks until the semester started up again in mid-January. Once again I made sure to note how fine of a young lady she’s growing up to be. By now she’s grown to a slim 5’7” 120lb (34C I later find out) brunette with a chunky little butt that I just absolutely love to get a hold of. Our conversation the whole way there was about sex. I couldn’t believe how experienced my niece had become being away at college. She claimed only to be sexually active with her boyfriend so as not to seem like that randy of a gal, though as I now look back, she was just trying to make me jealous. About a half hour into the ride I got the balls to bring up the ‘events’ that took place the first time they came to visit me. She said she still clearly recalls what happened but made it clear she has never spoken about what took place. I told her not to get offended, but I had often “thought” (read masturbated) about the actions on many occasions in private. She giggled and surprisingly said the same thing…I almost drove off the road. After catching my breath, I asked the question “just what would have happened if I had been nice to you?” She admitted she was masturbating on my toilet that day and was extremely horny being alone with me. I told her if only I could go back in time and be given another chance…”well why not just be nice to me now” she tells me with that devilish smirk. I never drove so fast in my life. We safely arrived at her friend’s house and she let the dog go out back. I’m standing inside with my heart racing a million beats a minute, as she, what seem liked slow motion, came back inside. I asked her just what did I have to do to be nice to her. Follow me to my friend’s room was her answer. She took ME by MY hand and we went up to her friend’s room. On the way she mumbled something about her friend “doing it” in her room, so now it was time to repay the favor. My legs were actually trembling. I remember being hypnotic staring at her juicy ass the whole way. She sat on the bed and told me it was time we do something. I stood between her legs as she reached out and undid my jeans. I lifted her shirt off followed by her removing my jeans and boxers. Needless to say I was fully aroused just like my niece’s nipples were. In my last lucid moment for a while, I asked if she was sure she wanted to proceed. She replied, “I think we’ve wanted to do this for such a long time.” Upon nodding yes, she took my entire manhood into her mouth. I certainly cannot recall every little bit of detail as I was so drunk on bliss, but I next I remember groping her tits and tweaking her nipples. She continued using her mouth and hands on me until I gently pushed her onto her back. I undid my niece’s jeans and pulled them off clearly noticing that wonderful damp spot in the crotch of her panties. I slowly slid my hands up her legs to her thighs and tugged her panties off. I kept telling her how beautiful I’ve always thought she was. As a ‘gentleman’ I repeatedly kept asking if she was still okay with what WE were doing. Every answer resulted in a smile and nod of approval. She must have shaved and trimmed this morning because her legs were so silky smooth and her pussy so neatly trimmed in the shape of a triangle. I finally got some ‘revenge’ and teased her pussy to no end by constantly kissing her thighs and pubic region. I even pushed her legs back to her chest and kissed her on her buns and even her asshole. Upon venting my sexual teasing, she locked my head into her pussy and for an undetermined time, I performed oral sex on my niece. The smells, the moans, groans, and heavy breathing she produced were animalistic. I used my tongue and fingers on her soaking wet pussy and asshole like there was no tomorrow. I lost count after watching her pussy quiver on four different occasions, one of which occurred with two of my fingers up her asshole. Finally after the nth time she said her clit couldn’t take any more and had become so sore. She sat up and pushed me down on her friend’s bed, sat on my stomach, and leaned down to kiss and lick my face all over. This I will never forget because I know she tasted her own pussy, ass, and cum on my face. She them smiled once again and told me she’s been on the pill since high school which to me obviously implied 1) she was now going to fuck me and 2) I could cum inside of her. The fantasy of me and my niece having sexual intercourse after almost 10 years was now about to become reality. She squatted up on her legs like a catcher, grabbed hold of my enormously engorged cock and said “Merry xmas.” With that she gently and ever so slowly impaled herself onto my cock. I can remember us both watching my cock disappear into her pussy for the very first time. As if she retook my virginity (which I lost back in high school), I came inside of her pussy after what seemed like eternity of her squatting up and down on my cock. Though I clearly informed my niece I was cumming, okay I YELLED I was cumming, she insisted on being completely impaled on my cock, rocking back and forth as spurt and spurt and spurt of my cum jetted inside of her pussy. She collapsed onto my chest as we both tried to catch our breath. She rocked a few more times back and forth on my cock as we both simultaneously said how intense that just was. I truly had never orgasmed so hard in my life after she admitted the same. For at least another five minutes we laid in silence wiping the sweat off each other’s brow followed by a bit of forceful French kissing. I felt my cock become flaccid and pop out of her ever so snug pussy, shortly followed by the feeling of drips of OUR cum onto my cock. The minx that my niece is actually took her hand and cupped her pussy and showed me just how wet and full of cum we had made her pussy. We eventually gained our composure and got dressed. Walking back to the car, she commented on how she loved how I played with her asshole while I went down on her and made her cum. She said that her boyfriend won’t go near that nether region and play ‘those’ games. I was just quite struck by that entire comment, and am sure like the entire experience, I’ll go to my grave with that particular memory. The ride back seemed like forever as we were both physically exhausted. My niece wound up falling asleep in my lap while holding my hand. I found this to be a true physical example of what bliss really is. For some reason, I remembered a good friend of my mine who pitches in minor league baseball, that if he would ever pitch a perfect game, he would end his baseball career right then and there. The reason, because once perfection is achieved, there’s no longer a purpose to continue. As I sit here and finish this story, I wonder if such a perfect combination of love and sex between me and another woman will ever even come close to matching what happened with me and my niece today. For one thing, I feel much better getting the incident off my chest and ask all those that read this, “Am I in heaven?” END
My Sister And I
Hi! I found this board a few weeks ago and, after taking my time to summon up a little courage, I thought I'd post my story. So here it is. My sister is two years older than me. Our dad died, suddenly, when I was five and she was seven. It shook my mom up really badly and afterwards she was never really the same. One of the things that helped her through that difficult time was the fact that sis and I were really close. We'd play together, we'd spend time together and we would comfort each other when things got scary or mom was crying. It took a while, but this closeness and the fact that we were all she had left of Dad helped her move on. I need to explain a bit about sis and I. When we were kids, we'd do stuff like sleep in each other's beds, take baths together...the sort of things that kids do from time to time. Any time one of us was scared in the night (with bad dreams and the like) we'd be able to go to the other for a hug. This closeness carried on, but as we got older mom would make sure we bathed apart and didn't spend all night in the same bed. We didn't understand why at the time. Sis got the family looks. As a girl, she was very pretty and very much mommy's girl - where some of her friends were tomboyish, she was always the one looking for dresses, playing with dolls and stuff. When she was around me, she'd be a little more rough and tumble but with her friends she was a perfect little girl. As she got older, pretty became beautiful. She had, and has, great skin and a good figure which started to develop pretty early. I remember noticing her breasts for the first time when I was about 18...and the effect that looking at them, even though I never saw then "in the flesh", had on me. She's a real sun worshipper too, taking any opportunity to wear as little as possible to keep her tan up. That lead to a certain amount of trauma for me as she inspired my first erections and I had to find ways to hide them. It happens to every young man, as I now know, but at the time I was almost mortified that my sister, whom I loved dearly, might be making this happen. From pretty much that point on, our weekend morning ritual of waking the other up by sitting on the bed and chatting a while was something I looked forward to with a mixture of enjoyment and dread. Seeing her in bed produced all kinds of hormonal reactions that I was still getting used to...remember, by then she was 19 and stunning. Her figure was well on the way to being jaw-dropping and she knew an awful lot more about the world than I did. I'd better explain that while she got the looks, I got Dad's build and his brains - I was and still am a bit too bookish for my own good and at 18 was painfully unworldly. I had also reached the point where even seeing her legs was a turn on, let alone some of the glimpses of other bare flesh I occasionally got. Christmas that year was a turning point for both of us. Christmas morning, she woke me really, really early. She wanted to drag me out of bed and into the lounge to see the tree - it's always been her favourite time of year. She woke me up wearing a t-shirt and not a lot else. Poor me, dressed in shorts, got an instant erection and was horrified at getting out of bed until it went down. Try as she might, she couldn't persuade me out from under the blankets. I should habe known better than to refuse because she took it as a challenge and just ripped them off the bed...and there it was. A hardon, standing out proud...and she noticed. There was a moment of silence and then she sat down and asked me what had got me so excited. I wanted to lie...but failed and just straight out admitted that it was her. To my amazement, she seemed pleased. We talked about it, open and honest, for a few minutes and I told her that seeing her often did this to me. She seemed even happier with that, and then asked if she could look at it properly. Mom was still fast asleep...and a part of me really, really wanted Sis to see..so I agreed. I pulled my shorts down and she looked. She asked if she could touch it and I agreed. I loved the feeling of her hand on me. She stroked my cock experimentally, then let go and asked me if I masterbated. At the time, I wasn't doing so that often so I said no. She seemed amused and asked if she could do it for me. You have to understand that showing her was one thing...and as much as I wanted her to carry on touching me...I was shy and very, very scared. So I said that she'd better not. That refusal haunted me later. She was good about it, said that she understood and we sort of got back to normal thereafter. We didn't speak about it for a while either. I turned sixteen and sis was looking to go to college. She was academically pretty good, but not quite good enough for some of the places she wanted to get into. We spent a lot of time together that year studying and working on school stuff, hoping to get her finals results up high enough to give her a good chance to get somewhere she wanted to be. Over the months, we got closer and closer. She was stunning then...toned and tanned, with long legs and firm, high breasts all capped with a simply astounding smile and bright, laughing green eyes. It's fair to say that I fell in love with her that year... One night, we got home from the library to find a note from Mom saying that she would be out all night with work friends and might stay over somewhere. She'd been dating and we both decided that she was going to finally pounce on the poor guy, so we kicked back a little and decided to sit in front of the TV awhile. We'd worked hard that afternoon and early evening, so we decided no "shop" talk and the conversation soon moved on to our respective love lives. I didn't have one and Sis was overburdened with requests, so we were both pretty much in the same place, one way and another. We talked about who we would love to be with, what out ideals were...and before I really knew what I was doing I pretty much described her as my ideal. She seemed to have missed it, or at least I thought so. We got a little more personal, a little more explicit and talked about how much sex we were getting. My own experiences were limited to a brief grope and the occasional kiss with some of the girls I went to school with. Sis surprised me by saying that she was saving herself for someone special. Then she asked if seeing her still turned me on. Of course it did. She asked me why I'd not let her make me cum that Christmas, so I explained about being embarrassed and unsure, and worried that mom might catch us. Sis understood...and then pointed out that Mom wasn't home, wouldn't be for hours. I have no idea where the courage came from, but I just leaned over and kissed her. That kind of took our breath away for a minute...but we did it again. And again. Somewhere along the way, we got braver and braver and before I really knew what I was doing, I had my sister's nipple between my lips and her hands on my achingly hard cock. I remember vividly the feeling of her pussy under my fingers, the surprise at how wet she was and the sounds she made as I stroked her. I remember sliding a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around it. We touched and stroked each other for a while, kissing passionately and I guess both wondering where we were going. Then she broke the kisses and told me that I was the special man she'd been saving herself for. We went to her room. She lay on the bed and parted her legs for me and I slipped between them. There was a long moment then where we both looked into each others eyes, confirming that this is what we wanted, and then she reached between us, took hold of my cock and guided me inside her. I was amazed at how good it felt. I was amazed at what we were doing. But what was more amazing still was that from then, everything seemed to be automatic. I moved inside her like it was the most natural thing in the world and she began bucking up to keep me inside her. Of course, there were moments when things got a little out of synch and I slipped out of her..but we quickly learned how to stop that happening and before very long I could feel my excitement reaching fever pitch. I knew I was going to cum, she knew it and she demanded that I not stop. I don't think I could have, even if I wanted to...and then she came. That was incredible. I can't even begin to put it into words; it also sent me right over the edge and I came too. Afterwards, we worried a little about her being pregnant and there was much consulting of calenders. She seemed confident that it would be OK. Then she smiled and said that we'd have to make sure we used condoms next time. That blew my mind. I wasn't even thinking that far ahead and told her so; she grinned, kissed me and said that she wasn't going to leave it at just once. We both had a lot to learn and she wanted the one guy she trusted to be the person she learned with. We're both a lot older now. She's married. I'm married. For some reason, our respective spouses just don't get on, so we have times alone together, catching up on family stuff. When we're together, it's like we were never apart and we always end up in bed. We don't always have sex, but more often than not we do; I'm still the only guy she trusts and she's still the love of my life. We experiment with each other, we teach each other new tricks and we enjoy one another. Some people might say it's sick, wrong or perverted. I say I have great sex with a woman I love deeply. How many other men can say the same? End
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