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Everyone does it, but very few talk about it. I was fascinated by it so much so, with the help of my mother, who taught sex education, I read back on all the authorities who preached about it's effects, from Blindness, epilepsy, fainting spells, infertility, and stunted growth all the way to Dr. Kellogg, whose Corn Flakes were meant to curb the desire and the hypocritical President Clinton, who fired his surgeon general, Jocelyn Elders, all because she wanted to teach about the joys of masturbation to c***dren, maybe Bill did not want girls to know they could use their own fingers and not his cigars?
So yes, masturbation is as old and older then the written word, and always, men get the bum wrap of being the main culprits of hand jobs, whereas we girls, are innocent right up until we are deflowered and God forbid any of us that slipped a hand down her panties, whores, tarts, and any name that men could lable us with to indicate our bodies felt such pleasure. Really, just how freaking scared are you that we might actually not need to feel your cock for sexual pleasure?
My brother and I bathed together, and up until our teens, shared a bed. Back then it was very normal, as we only had two rooms, and the beds were family heirlooms, handed down to us by Grandparents, and besides, even as a middle class family, money was tight and if a pillow separated us in bed, it was cheaper than buying two single beds with no space to fit them into the small room.
By that time we had experimented long before mum decided to expose ourselves to sex, even the best of well intended parents, are too late when boys and girls from a more modern generation, are well ahead, as in our family, mothers own upbringing was more inhibited, so she thinking were similar was wrong, as many morning I would awake with my brother's morning woody, stuck between my thighs, or his fresh ejaculations on my naked bum.
Mother knew of this, perhaps from the bed sheets, stained with spunk, or my dirty panties, when I wiped myself clean from one of his morning cumming, and she decided that perhaps the innocence of a pillow separating our naked bodies was not enough, so she armed us with knowledge, masturbation is good, but fucking would not be, unless used with protection, so I was frog marched to the doctors and put on the pill and condoms were placed in the bedside cabinet, and when you think about sex between siblings as being such taboo, mother felt knowledge would allay that fear.
Sex between family members is rare according to experts, as we grow up together, sexual desire dwindles as we connect with each other daily. Her test of proof positive was for both of us to strip off and fondle each other through masturbation. I gave my brother a hand job and he fingered me, and like she said, nothing happened, he remained flaccid, and he had to use a cream to enter me with his fingers.
That night in bed, as mother slept soundly in her secure knowledge, we engaged in full intercourse, mother's presence was frightening, and we were so worked up, we forgot to use the condoms and managed to orgasm together.
Of course back then everything was knew and exciting. Sex was an act, natures sleeping pill, whereas love, was something I felt not for him or another man, I was in love with another girl and the thought of sleeping with her, really made me sick with anticipation.
Holding hands and smelling her scents, her pouting lips and smooth skin, her voice made me wet and I found myself touching myself intimately, when I thought about her.
When my parents divorced, daddy moved away and we all saw less of each other, and it was nearly five years and when I was going to University, which was where he lived, I called him and he offered me a place to stay.
As a young woman, I was starved of daddy's influence, so when we met again at the airport, I found it hard to accept he was the same man I last saw as a fledgling teenager with bi-sexual leanings for another girl, honestly, when we hugged, I could feel my nipples harden as I pressed close and tightly to him, but he too felt it, I could feel his response press against my pubic bone, daddy had a hard-on for me, and my heart melted, as I pushed back.
There was a bar at the arrivals and we simultaneously suggested a drink to cover our emotions and as we made our way there, my eyes remained fixed, unashamedly on his crotch, because I knew from experience, once when as a girl I rushed into the bathroom, and caught him masturbating into the washbasin, back then he and mother were not sleeping together, and as I watched, both mesmerised and mentally comparing him to my brothers size, again this sort of sex was normal and functional, thanks to mother's teaching.
It was at the time of my prelims, and I was stressed and ovulating, so that night I used one of my sex toys, an eight inch dong, realistic cock of some coloured dude famed for fucking white chicks, and like a lot of white girls, we use that idea more in our head, than in reality, and the dong in our pussy, anyhow like I said, an orgasm is natures sleeping pill.
In the morning I had overslept, and it was all stress again and I rushed to classes to sit these exams, which could be used as test results should something happen on the actual exams day.in the future, so we had to take them seriously.
I was mentally fucked and went to the uni bar and almost downed a bottle of wine on an empty stomach, met up with a guy and went back to his place, where three other guys waited and guess what, I was gang-banged for the next three hours and then dumped back into the city, leaving this bunch of morons high-fiving themselves.
I felt sick and used and blamed myself, yes I went into it willingly, as I was ovulating and wanted to have sex, at first with him, but when the others started to touch and feel me, I relented and allowed the abuses to happen, remembering mothers advice, "Go along with it and it will just be sex, don't fight", so I did and had a few orgasms to prove I was enjoying it and that pleased them no end, that they were making a girl cum so much.
I got home at around eleven desperate for a hug from daddy, I needed to feel a mans loving arms around me and when I did, as I had done a long time ago, burst in on him into the toilet, he was washing my dong, he had been tidying up my room and saw my dong on the side cabinet and decided to wash it.
"Daddy, WTF", I said, just wanting to go to bed and sleep, I grabbed his hand and dragged him to his bedroom, undressed and pulled him in with me, he knocked me out, such was natures sleeping pill. It was something we both wanted to do.
My husband was away working offshore and was due back and I had been working myself up for his return, planing a long weekend retreat in the countryside, staying at a B&B and having some fun.
He called the night before he was due back to inform me his relief, who was coming from the States, had not arrived in Aberdeen, and he had agreed to remain on the rig for another week. I was more than disappointed, I was pissed off and told him I had made the bookings and was going by myself.
The plan was Loch Lomond, and I set out the next day determined and resolute, and the day was beautiful and sunny. I drove along the coastal roads, which were narrow, but picturesque, feeling the heat from the sun, and some nice relaxing music.
I stopped at a hotel and had a lovely lunch and sneaked a glass of wine, and soon I was not as disappointed by my husbands absence, I was enjoying some #metime and went on a walkabout, just taking my time and shopping, for small knick-knacks as a memory for this day.
I was sitting on a grass verge by the loch watching people, making my mind up to go soon and check into my hotel, which was a few more miles up the road, locked in the countryside.
My eye fell on a couple of teenagers snogging and happily enjoying each others company, they were back packing and she reminded me so much of my first love of my life, Chrystal, from so long ago, and I wondered what ever happened to her. Her boyfriend was beautiful too, the sort of guy I might have made a play for myself as a girl, tall and lean, with shock blond hair, like hers and I wondered about them having sex, as horny women do.
Eventually I had to make a move. I had bought a couple of bottles of wine for the hotel room and went back to my car and started off for the hotel.
I was a mere fifteen minutes on the road and made a turn onto the country road that led to where I was heading when I spotted the couple that had caught my attention by the loch, it was them and they turned as I approached and stuck out a thumb for a lift.
I stopped and they asked me if I was going to the hostel, which was at the back of the hotel I was going to and I said I was and invited them into the car.
The girl sat with me and as she spoke there was an uncanniness about her that startled me, and I asked her her name, and it was, Chrystal, she was called after her mother, my Chrystal, my first love, though I never told her that, but I had to stop the car to catch my breath and hug her.
Her mother had moved to the States, where she was born and this journey was her reconnecting with her mother's country of birth, her boyfriend as I assumed was in fact her brother, so he was hugged too, and I was in seventh heaven.
When I arrived at the hotel I begged them to stay with me, I wanted to treat them both and I was desperate for their company and as it would happen, I booked them into an adjoining room, as the hotel was an old aristocratic home, with adjoining rooms, which the hotel maintain in case of a fire emergency, locked, but with keys.
The beds were doubles, and I looked at both brother and sister and asked what they thought, "Can I bunk with you", she asked me, and I just knew, even after all this time, the old feelings were going to be revisited?
Bedding arrangement made, her brother had decided to go walkabouts and we relaxed in our room. I uncorked the wine and poured two large glasses, and we sat facing each other with our feet sharing a cushioned foot stool, the soles of our feet touching.
"We use to do this with each other", I said laughing at the whole situation, "Mother and I did it too", she retorted, of course she did, it was her fetish, she loved feet and would suck my toes individually, and use my big toe to hump on during our sex. I decided not to mention that, but the feel of her adolescent soft skin against the soles of my own feet, was building my desire to want fuck her, and I prayed I would not do anything foolish to destroy this wonderful dream I was experiencing.
Then I was brought back to reality feeling her soft feet rub my own, "Does this turn you on", she asked me dreamily?
I was both shocked and felt that old deep sickness I got before sex.
Her glass was empty and she sounded a little slurred, perhaps jet lag or tiredness, but my God she was a forward girl, a chip off her mothers block, and before I could must an answer, she continued, "You and my mother were lovers"?
As she spoke her foot fondling were sexually stroking my own as she got up out of her chair came over in a transfixed manner and kissed me full on my mouth, her tongue searching for my own. I just groaned out loud and grabbed her, tearing her blouse open and pinching her pink nipple with my fingers.
We tore at each others clothes and fell onto the bed naked, letting our mouths and tongues explore every aspect of our nakedness. Her pussy was silky soft and her juices were sweeter than nectar itself. I reached for my bag and took out my black dong, and stuffed it up as far as I could push my tongue burrowing into her pink anus, until she shuddered to the orgasm I so desperately wanted her to experience.
My own came too quickly and he lay hugging and I wondered about our thirty plus age difference. I was an old fool, as they say, but I was in love with this young vixen, "Did I remind you of mother", she asked me, and all I could do was nod in acquiescence, and hug her tighter.
We dozed off in each others arms and when I heard a noise I awoke to find her brother staring down at us. I was lost for words, until she spoke, "Come in and join us", she said quietly and I watched a he undressed to show the effect our naked bodies had aroused him, his cock was rigid, and a he climbed onto the bed, I opened my legs and he just went inside me.
So yes, masturbation is as old and older then the written word, and always, men get the bum wrap of being the main culprits of hand jobs, whereas we girls, are innocent right up until we are deflowered and God forbid any of us that slipped a hand down her panties, whores, tarts, and any name that men could lable us with to indicate our bodies felt such pleasure. Really, just how freaking scared are you that we might actually not need to feel your cock for sexual pleasure?
My brother and I bathed together, and up until our teens, shared a bed. Back then it was very normal, as we only had two rooms, and the beds were family heirlooms, handed down to us by Grandparents, and besides, even as a middle class family, money was tight and if a pillow separated us in bed, it was cheaper than buying two single beds with no space to fit them into the small room.
By that time we had experimented long before mum decided to expose ourselves to sex, even the best of well intended parents, are too late when boys and girls from a more modern generation, are well ahead, as in our family, mothers own upbringing was more inhibited, so she thinking were similar was wrong, as many morning I would awake with my brother's morning woody, stuck between my thighs, or his fresh ejaculations on my naked bum.
Mother knew of this, perhaps from the bed sheets, stained with spunk, or my dirty panties, when I wiped myself clean from one of his morning cumming, and she decided that perhaps the innocence of a pillow separating our naked bodies was not enough, so she armed us with knowledge, masturbation is good, but fucking would not be, unless used with protection, so I was frog marched to the doctors and put on the pill and condoms were placed in the bedside cabinet, and when you think about sex between siblings as being such taboo, mother felt knowledge would allay that fear.
Sex between family members is rare according to experts, as we grow up together, sexual desire dwindles as we connect with each other daily. Her test of proof positive was for both of us to strip off and fondle each other through masturbation. I gave my brother a hand job and he fingered me, and like she said, nothing happened, he remained flaccid, and he had to use a cream to enter me with his fingers.
That night in bed, as mother slept soundly in her secure knowledge, we engaged in full intercourse, mother's presence was frightening, and we were so worked up, we forgot to use the condoms and managed to orgasm together.
Of course back then everything was knew and exciting. Sex was an act, natures sleeping pill, whereas love, was something I felt not for him or another man, I was in love with another girl and the thought of sleeping with her, really made me sick with anticipation.
Holding hands and smelling her scents, her pouting lips and smooth skin, her voice made me wet and I found myself touching myself intimately, when I thought about her.
When my parents divorced, daddy moved away and we all saw less of each other, and it was nearly five years and when I was going to University, which was where he lived, I called him and he offered me a place to stay.
As a young woman, I was starved of daddy's influence, so when we met again at the airport, I found it hard to accept he was the same man I last saw as a fledgling teenager with bi-sexual leanings for another girl, honestly, when we hugged, I could feel my nipples harden as I pressed close and tightly to him, but he too felt it, I could feel his response press against my pubic bone, daddy had a hard-on for me, and my heart melted, as I pushed back.
There was a bar at the arrivals and we simultaneously suggested a drink to cover our emotions and as we made our way there, my eyes remained fixed, unashamedly on his crotch, because I knew from experience, once when as a girl I rushed into the bathroom, and caught him masturbating into the washbasin, back then he and mother were not sleeping together, and as I watched, both mesmerised and mentally comparing him to my brothers size, again this sort of sex was normal and functional, thanks to mother's teaching.
It was at the time of my prelims, and I was stressed and ovulating, so that night I used one of my sex toys, an eight inch dong, realistic cock of some coloured dude famed for fucking white chicks, and like a lot of white girls, we use that idea more in our head, than in reality, and the dong in our pussy, anyhow like I said, an orgasm is natures sleeping pill.
In the morning I had overslept, and it was all stress again and I rushed to classes to sit these exams, which could be used as test results should something happen on the actual exams day.in the future, so we had to take them seriously.
I was mentally fucked and went to the uni bar and almost downed a bottle of wine on an empty stomach, met up with a guy and went back to his place, where three other guys waited and guess what, I was gang-banged for the next three hours and then dumped back into the city, leaving this bunch of morons high-fiving themselves.
I felt sick and used and blamed myself, yes I went into it willingly, as I was ovulating and wanted to have sex, at first with him, but when the others started to touch and feel me, I relented and allowed the abuses to happen, remembering mothers advice, "Go along with it and it will just be sex, don't fight", so I did and had a few orgasms to prove I was enjoying it and that pleased them no end, that they were making a girl cum so much.
I got home at around eleven desperate for a hug from daddy, I needed to feel a mans loving arms around me and when I did, as I had done a long time ago, burst in on him into the toilet, he was washing my dong, he had been tidying up my room and saw my dong on the side cabinet and decided to wash it.
"Daddy, WTF", I said, just wanting to go to bed and sleep, I grabbed his hand and dragged him to his bedroom, undressed and pulled him in with me, he knocked me out, such was natures sleeping pill. It was something we both wanted to do.
My husband was away working offshore and was due back and I had been working myself up for his return, planing a long weekend retreat in the countryside, staying at a B&B and having some fun.
He called the night before he was due back to inform me his relief, who was coming from the States, had not arrived in Aberdeen, and he had agreed to remain on the rig for another week. I was more than disappointed, I was pissed off and told him I had made the bookings and was going by myself.
The plan was Loch Lomond, and I set out the next day determined and resolute, and the day was beautiful and sunny. I drove along the coastal roads, which were narrow, but picturesque, feeling the heat from the sun, and some nice relaxing music.
I stopped at a hotel and had a lovely lunch and sneaked a glass of wine, and soon I was not as disappointed by my husbands absence, I was enjoying some #metime and went on a walkabout, just taking my time and shopping, for small knick-knacks as a memory for this day.
I was sitting on a grass verge by the loch watching people, making my mind up to go soon and check into my hotel, which was a few more miles up the road, locked in the countryside.
My eye fell on a couple of teenagers snogging and happily enjoying each others company, they were back packing and she reminded me so much of my first love of my life, Chrystal, from so long ago, and I wondered what ever happened to her. Her boyfriend was beautiful too, the sort of guy I might have made a play for myself as a girl, tall and lean, with shock blond hair, like hers and I wondered about them having sex, as horny women do.
Eventually I had to make a move. I had bought a couple of bottles of wine for the hotel room and went back to my car and started off for the hotel.
I was a mere fifteen minutes on the road and made a turn onto the country road that led to where I was heading when I spotted the couple that had caught my attention by the loch, it was them and they turned as I approached and stuck out a thumb for a lift.
I stopped and they asked me if I was going to the hostel, which was at the back of the hotel I was going to and I said I was and invited them into the car.
The girl sat with me and as she spoke there was an uncanniness about her that startled me, and I asked her her name, and it was, Chrystal, she was called after her mother, my Chrystal, my first love, though I never told her that, but I had to stop the car to catch my breath and hug her.
Her mother had moved to the States, where she was born and this journey was her reconnecting with her mother's country of birth, her boyfriend as I assumed was in fact her brother, so he was hugged too, and I was in seventh heaven.
When I arrived at the hotel I begged them to stay with me, I wanted to treat them both and I was desperate for their company and as it would happen, I booked them into an adjoining room, as the hotel was an old aristocratic home, with adjoining rooms, which the hotel maintain in case of a fire emergency, locked, but with keys.
The beds were doubles, and I looked at both brother and sister and asked what they thought, "Can I bunk with you", she asked me, and I just knew, even after all this time, the old feelings were going to be revisited?
Bedding arrangement made, her brother had decided to go walkabouts and we relaxed in our room. I uncorked the wine and poured two large glasses, and we sat facing each other with our feet sharing a cushioned foot stool, the soles of our feet touching.
"We use to do this with each other", I said laughing at the whole situation, "Mother and I did it too", she retorted, of course she did, it was her fetish, she loved feet and would suck my toes individually, and use my big toe to hump on during our sex. I decided not to mention that, but the feel of her adolescent soft skin against the soles of my own feet, was building my desire to want fuck her, and I prayed I would not do anything foolish to destroy this wonderful dream I was experiencing.
Then I was brought back to reality feeling her soft feet rub my own, "Does this turn you on", she asked me dreamily?
I was both shocked and felt that old deep sickness I got before sex.
Her glass was empty and she sounded a little slurred, perhaps jet lag or tiredness, but my God she was a forward girl, a chip off her mothers block, and before I could must an answer, she continued, "You and my mother were lovers"?
As she spoke her foot fondling were sexually stroking my own as she got up out of her chair came over in a transfixed manner and kissed me full on my mouth, her tongue searching for my own. I just groaned out loud and grabbed her, tearing her blouse open and pinching her pink nipple with my fingers.
We tore at each others clothes and fell onto the bed naked, letting our mouths and tongues explore every aspect of our nakedness. Her pussy was silky soft and her juices were sweeter than nectar itself. I reached for my bag and took out my black dong, and stuffed it up as far as I could push my tongue burrowing into her pink anus, until she shuddered to the orgasm I so desperately wanted her to experience.
My own came too quickly and he lay hugging and I wondered about our thirty plus age difference. I was an old fool, as they say, but I was in love with this young vixen, "Did I remind you of mother", she asked me, and all I could do was nod in acquiescence, and hug her tighter.
We dozed off in each others arms and when I heard a noise I awoke to find her brother staring down at us. I was lost for words, until she spoke, "Come in and join us", she said quietly and I watched a he undressed to show the effect our naked bodies had aroused him, his cock was rigid, and a he climbed onto the bed, I opened my legs and he just went inside me.
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