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  Chapter One

  When I was 32, I experienced a remarkably toxic and costly separation and asked my folks if I could move back with them and split costs. My mom was 53 and was (and still is) extremely alluring, brown hair with a dash of grey, womanly curves without being fat, and a couple of extremely large round tits. My dad was 60 at the time and had as of late experienced a prostate medical procedure and while recouping from that, he acknowledged that having the assistance around the house amid his recovery time would be helpful. For a while this course of action worked extremely well. They had their protection and I had my opportunity. Obviously, it was irresponsible to invite girls over for the night, so my horniness started to increase. I purchased a TV and VCR for my room so I could watch pornography and jack off, but it wasn't equivalent to decent hot pussy, obviously. I at that point saw that my folks appeared to be agitated and discontent with one another. My mom specifically appeared to be moody and irritable.

  One Tuesday night, my dad went out to play billiards, as was his ritual, leaving my mom and I to lounge around the house and sit in front of the TV. I was wearing wool boxers and a shirt and she was wearing her wraparound, having just showered. She was absolutely alluring however not acting terribly provocative or seductive. Mother sat down alongside me on the lounge chair, kind of moaned and laid her head on my shoulder. Since we are a "touchy family this did not appear to be strange by any means.

  "We have to discuss something important," she said eventually. "Okay" was all I stated, realizing that she would continue, as she was comfortable. "There are two issues developing in this house" she said. "First I realize that since your separation, your sexual coexistence must be relatively nonexistent." I nodded in consent to this. "Also, besides, since your father's surgery, he has been not able meet my sexual needs and it is frustrating the two of us without question".

  "There is more than one way to please yourself you know," I reprimanded.

  "Well, your father has never been very audacious in bed, so I have only pleased myself one way every one of these years" she offered back. "In any case, here is the plan, he and I have talked this issue over truly, and we have observed your problem also, and we have a proposal that may be the answer for us all."

  My interest was piqued. "And, that would be?” I inquired.

  "As you most likely are aware, your father goes out playing with his buddies each Tuesday and Thursday night. We propose to you, that those evenings be a 'night out on the town' for you and me. On those evenings, after he goes out, you and I can discover pleasure with one another. You don't need to go searching for a shitty relationship, and I don't have to have an illicit relationship that may end up known in the community."

  I looked intensely into my mom's eyes. There I saw love, some desire, and some dread of how I may respond to this surprising offer.

  "That is" she stated, "in the event that you find me sexy...." sounding somewhat unsure.

  At this point my cock was hard and throbbing in my jeans. I grasped her hand and tenderly laid it over my erection. "What do you think?" I asked her. She grinned and said "Well, I believe that question is answered". Her fingers came to inside the band of my boxers and found my cock while my lips discovered her mouth. Our first kiss resembled passion. Her lips separated and took my tongue into her mouth. She started to suck my tongue. At this point she had angled my cock out and was stroking it. It was so wild and suggestive, frenching my mom while she jacked my dick. As we kissed, I moved inside her shower robe and cupped her mostly firm tits and started to caress them. Her areolas became hard in my fingers. She groaned softly around my tongue and pressed my cock accordingly. "It's such a long time since I have had a hard cock to cherish and I just need to taste it." With that she hung over and ran her tongue around the head of my dick. Then she started to suck vigorously. As her mouth slid up and down my cock, her hand shifted back and forth between jerking the skin and touching my cum filled balls. I reached down her back and slid my hand into the crack of her butt. I couldn't exactly rub her pussy, yet I could play with her ass cheeks. I somehow got my shirt off amid every one of these gyrations.

  "Stand up" she said. Standing, she slid my jeans down and I ventured out of them. Her shower robe fell off her shoulders. Looking down I could see my mom, stripped, on her knees, sucking my cock... her tits scouring the fronts of my thighs. She left my cock with her mouth and began licking my balls. I could tell she was cock starved by how ravenously she pursued my dick. Obviously, it had been a while for me additionally and I knew I couldn’t keep going long. "Mother... unless you want a faceful of cum, you would be wise to back off" I cautioned her. "Child, that is actually what I need" and with that her mouth was around my cock, sucking significantly harder than previously. I felt my climax start to build and my hips started to push at her mouth. I was screwing my mother in the mouth, adoring each second of it and so was she. I wrapped my hands around hair and screwed her in the mouth.

  The first impact of my cum went straight down her throat and after that she pulled her mouth off and jacked my regurgitating cock. My cum splashed over her face and after that started to trickle down on to her tits and erect areolas. She kept on licking the cum off the head of my cock, keeping it hard and hot in her grasp. Without stopping to clear my cum off her face, she laid back, pulled her knees up, separated her thighs, uncovering her wet furry cunt, and said "Fuck me.... come screw your cock starved, cum loving mother..."

  I laid between her thighs and my cock was nearly burnt by the warmth of her pussy. She push her hips up at me and my cock slid into her. I was astounded that she was as tight as she had been, since I was a young boy, her pussy hadn't been loosened like many other women’s pussies. When my cock was in my mother, she turned into a wildcat. At first, we frenched while we screwed, my cum covering our bodies, however then she started to get vocal. "God, I have missed being screwed like this.... I love cock... I love cum... fuck me.... screw me like a whore.... fuck me you bitch… "

  The more we fucked the more vulgar she got and the harsher she spoke. I could really feel her pussy get scorching hot and tighter as her climax drew closer. When she came, she shouted and cried. Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks. Her nails dove into my ass. Her hips beat mine, driving my cock further and more deep into the deepest parts of her pussy. My cock started to swell once more, animated by the spasms of her cunt around it. "Fuck, mother, I am going to cum once more... I will fill your pussy with my hot cum.”

  "My mouth honey… my mouth.... cum in my mouth... mom needs it in her mouth and all over." Barely in time, I hauled out of her cunt, climbed and sat on her tits, I could really feel her hard areola prodding my ass. I pointed my cock at her face and started to shoot my second load. Mother took my cock in her grasp and jacked me into her mouth, getting most of my extreme, yet smaller, load on her tongue, however some shot on to her cheek and in her hair.

  I crumbled onto her. I licked my cum off of her cheek and put my tongue into her mouth. She enthusiastically wiped it off. We laid there slowing down for some time.

  "Your father will be home at 11. A part of our deal is that he doesn’t want to see us together, even though he recognizes what's going on" We got up, tidied up and got dressed. When father came in at 11 sharp, he discovered us sitting on the sofa, watching the beginning of the news on TV. "Did both of you have a lovely night?" he inquired. I grinned, and mother stated, "Indeed, it was, really relaxing,” and I saw her wink at him. That was two years back. From that point forward each Tuesday and Thursday night, when father leaves, mother and I screw our brains out, and I have no desire of moving out!

  Chapter 1

  I had never been with a woman. Its possibility used to startle me. I surmise, with age, sometimes a woman like myself can get
curious. I've constantly liked to look at ladies and admire their magnificence, but that's always to the extent it got. I never thought of having genuine sex with another woman.

  At that point, a friend of mine, moved toward me, revealing her attraction to me. At first I was stunned. I didn't recognize what to state or how to respond! At first, I put her off, by telling her that I was in NO WAY interested in having a sexual relationship with a woman. The subject was dropped for some time, but at that point, two or three months later she emailed me again, telling me of her interest in me. Again, I didn't know how to respond, but now she had my curiosity.

  Since the first time she had raised her feelings to me, I tried to imagine what it might be like to lay down with a woman. At first, the idea appeared to be really weird, but then I wound up getting turned on by the idea. Nevertheless, when my husband was giving me oral sex, I would imagine that a woman was doing that to me, and I would get so hot. Presently I was thinking about it all of the time! I couldn't get the possibility of being with a woman out of my head! It was driving me insane! I couldn't concentrate at work!

  Obviously I told her that I was still truly awkward with the idea, and that I was extremely upbeat, sexually, with my husband...which is valid. My husband is a genius in bed. He realizes where to touch me to make me go. But, presently the possibility of her doing the things that my husband orally does, and me being ready to do the same...really turned me on. The big issue was, that my husband had no idea of my curiosity. I was afraid to try and let him know. In a way, I was embarrassed at the idea, and that I was considering it! Thus, I didn't let him know.

  One evening, while my husband was grinding away, I invited her over to talk. At first, we were both a little bit awkward. She didn't recognize what to anticipate from me, and I didn't realize what to state to her. Finally, we began talking about different things, like work and our families and stuff. I began feeling a bit more at ease and increasingly loose with the conversation. She could tell that I was losing my tension.

  Some way or another, the subject was raised again. At first, I wanted to reveal to her that I couldn't do it...but at that point, I told her that I was a little bit curious. Her eyes lit up! She inquired as to whether I wanted to discuss it. I told her that I was bashful about it, and that I didn't know if it would be right to follow up on it, without my husband knowing...and that...I was likewise too frightened to let him know. I didn't know what he'd think!

  She at that point moved over to the love seat where I was sitting. She looked into my eyes without touching me or saying a thing. I realized that I wanted her. I wanted her bad. I think she could see it in my eyes. She lightly brought her hand up to touch my face. I shut my eyes, feeling her stroke my cheek. I didn't need to express anything to her. She realized that I was presently willing. She at that point leaned over to my ear and whispered, "Are you certain?" I could feel her breath on my ear. I wanted to state indeed, but I could just gesture... and she kissed my ear. She at that point drew significantly nearer to me, delicately pulling my body towards hers. I felt her warm lips stroke mine, and I kissed her back. I could feel the heat of her stream heat me, as we kissed. I reached for her and she signaled for me to unwind.

  She pulled back and started unbuttoning my shirt. I watched as my shirt was gradually unbuttoned. She realized I wasn't wearing a bra and smiled at me. I never looked at her this way... and her face was beautiful. She had light, delicate skin and long, wavy hair. Her eyes were of an impressive hazel tone, and she had long, nimble eyelashes. Her lips were full, but not exaggerated. She pushed my shirt back and leaned toward me to kiss my chest. My chest shook as I touched her lips. She kissed one again, then kissed the other. She looked me in the eyes again. Her eyes were seductive and exotic, her hazel eyes catching mine. At that moment she wrapped her tongue around my nipple. I could feel her warm, moist breath on my skin as she stroked my nipple with her tongue and mouth. She put my nipple in her mouth and sucked it hungry. My body was responding. I could feel the moisture flowing between my legs. She came to kiss my lips again and then stood before me.

  Gradually she lifted her shirt above her head and unbuttoned her bra, dropping it to the ground. Her breasts were medium to small, but round and well-formed. They seemed almost ideal for the constitution of her body. She was slender, with a good curvature in her body. Her skin was clear and delicate.

  At that moment she unbuttoned her jeans and slid to the ground, revealing himself completely to me. Her waist was delicate, and her hips were soft in every portion of what was left of his body. Her hair fell on her shoulders and touched the top of her chest. She looked like a goddess to me, with her soft curves and glowing skin.

  She signaled for me to come lay on the floor, so I did. She at that point motioned for me not to do anything. "I wanted to demonstrate to you how good it is", she said.

  She leaned over me, bosoms hanging over my stomach, facing me. She kissed one of my bosoms again, and drew her tongue down my ribs to my navel. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, kissing my navel with her lips and tongue. She gripped the top of my pants and slid then off of my body. Presently I was exposed before her. I was apprehensive, but I was anxious for what was going to occur. I could just imagine what is would have been like. If just my husband recognized what I was doing!

  She at that point separated my legs with her hands. She kissed my stomach and licked around my waist. She touched the inside of my thighs with her finger tips, while her nipples slid over my thighs. I was hot and wet. I had never been so excited. Not even with my husband! Perhaps in light of the fact that it was so forbidden and daring.

  She at that point slid her tongue over the top of my pubic hair and gradually towards the inside of my thighs. Her lips were hot and wet. I could feel her breath on my thighs. Then...she lightly kissed me where I was wet. She stopped for a moment...then I could feel her tongue circling the external rim of my pussy. I flinched and sighed in delight. My body curved and I felt my vaginal muscles lightly fit. She continued to lick me lightly, teasing me with tickles of joy. At that point I felt her suck my clit and nibble me with her teeth. My legs twitched, as she sucked and slid her tongue inside of me. She at that point slid her finger in me a sucked on my clit in the meantime, flicking her tongue in a way that made me twitch and genuine in delight. She twisted inside of me as I panted and moaned. My legs tightened and I could feel my insides begin to fit. My inner walls met up over and over again, as I began to delicately shout in with bliss. The climax came over and over as she tunneled her head into me, tongue flittering inside me. She propped me with her arms, around my thighs, bringing her fingers around to open me up for the taking.

  I couldn't tolerate it anymore and I shouted and panted for her to stop...but she wouldn't. She held me down as I hurried myself over the floor. She at that point put one hand over my paunch and push three of her fingers somewhere inside of me, pumping me, and licking me as I dripped with wetness. She sucked it up my sweet juices, as I wiggled beneath her grip. She stopped for a minute, just to turn herself around to sit over my face. Again she cuddled into my muff, licking it with desire.

  I tried to contain myself enough, to set still to view what was exhibited before me. Her pussy was simply inches from my face. I had never done this, but I had fantasized about it. It smelled sweet, and was wet with excitement. She had shaved all of her hair off, so she was exposed. I was curious for a taste. I put my hands on her buttocks, and brought her closer. I took a light taste with my tongue...it was good, and she was delicate. I licked her again, taking a greater amount of her in. I circled the rim of her with my tongue and kissed her pink lips. She moaned and I could feel her sigh breathe over my wetness. I covered at her touch, and she kissed my wetness again.

  "Truly" she whispered, "That is the manner by which you do it. Continue doing it. Lick me like I'm licking you."

  I did. I spun my tongue around her, pressing my lips to her. I tunneled my head into her, taking in her sweet juices. I nibbled her lips and flit
tered my tongue over her. She panted and moved her body effortlessly over me, like a velvet snake. She got my bosoms and sucked on my nipple as and licked her with vigor. We were both panting and purring, like female cats in heat. I put my finger inside of her and moved it within her. She shouted with delight, pressing herself into my hand and over my face. I expelled my fingers and ate her again, as she planted herself firmly over my face. I almost couldn't breath, but I didn't give it a second thought. She tasted so sweet and her lips were so delicate. All I wanted to do was devoir her and please her. I could feel the muscles begin to fit as she writhed to joy. Her wetness spilled out, sweet and sticky. She rubbed into my face, sliding forward and backward over my tongue.

  All of a sudden she stopped and turned herself around to confront me. She passionately kissed my lips and pinched my bosoms together as she gyrated her pussy over my leg. I took one of her bosoms into my mouth and sucked it, at that point licking my way to the next one. Her hand pawed at my pussy, occasionally dipping her fingers profound into me, causing me to ripple. I came back again and again, until finally we both fallen breathless and quivering.

  Chapter 1

  I'd only been at my job for two or three months. It was my last year of college and internships were scarce. Instead of taking out more student loans at the age of 21, I got my first job as a waitress, which by the way is the worst profession in the world. I wasn't such a good waitress, but I thought I'd stay until I could get another pathetic office job. Jen was also new. She started a week after me and we ended up working many of the same shifts because she already had a degree and a day job.