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It was another typical Sunday morning, which meant I awoke to the feel of my husband Tom's hand trailing across my stomach. We always had sex on Sunday mornings, usually first thing before we heard the k**s up and about.

"Mmm, how do you want me?" I asked, my eyes still closed.

"On your stomach," was his firm command.

I obediently flipped over and turned my ass up in the air. I suppressed the urge to pee, but this was going to be quick. It never lasted more than a few minutes whenever we fucked in the morning. Here he was 42 years old, and he still had morning wood hard as steel, every single day. I always chalked it up to the fact that he was married to a gorgeous redhead like me, of course. I was slim and had a generous rack of tits on me, and knew how much he adored my body.

I felt him crawl on top of me, the warm weight of his body pinning me to the mattress, and my pussy started to tingle. His modest 7 inch dick jabbed into my ass inadvertently, until he spit into his fingers and rubbed it on the tip. Then he was aiming it right at my cunt for just a moment before he sunk into my hole.

I gasped at the intrusion, preferring a bit more warm-up but content to please him. He pounded into me, making the bed squeak just a bit, but I wasn't worried about the k**s hearing us. They were both adults now, Matt being 19 and Breanna 18. I'm sure they've heard their fair share of sounds coming from our bedroom. If I had been more conservative perhaps, I would urge my husband to be quiet, to do it softer. But I was hardly conservative in the bedroom.

Tom didn't last long, as I predicted, before he shot off inside of my cunt. Just as I was getting warmed up, in fact. But I was used to that, and most times I would relieve myself immediately after in the bathroom, usually with the showerhead. I never told him about this, since I didn't want to hurt his feelings. And sometimes I would actually climax during sex with him. It was what most housewives would consider a fulfilling sexual relationship for a middle-aged couple with c***dren. For me, I had to spice it up in my own way to make it satisfying.

Later, I was doing the laundry while Tom was out fishing with his buddies and the k**s were hiding in their rooms. I tapped on Breanna's door, and she instantly replied with a "come in" like usual. The girl apparently had nothing to hide, unlike me when I was her age. A strange memory of my father flashed through my head, but I willed it away for the moment. Memories of him had a way of intruding on what I was doing.

"Dirties?" I said as I entered.

I saw Breanna sitting on her bed, reading a book. She wasn't much of a bookworm, but she was known to lose herself in the latest teen romance now and again. She didn't even look up as she nodded and pointed to her hamper. I was a moment sifting through her clothes, doing what I assumed every mother did while rummaging through her underwear. I checked for cum stains.

I knew how girls were nowadays, and I knew how I was at her age even twenty years ago. Boys on the mind, a good few years into discovering masturbation, and probably performed a few blowjobs already. If she dated more, I might be worried that she was getting dicked regularly. But it seemed she was not letting any boys cum in her tight little pussy, and I was glad for that. Her panties had the usual slight discharge stains and nothing else. A woman was more than familiar with those.

I closed her bedroom door behind me as I left, and then tapped on Matt's door.

As usual, there was an awkward moment of silence, following by some rustling. No doubt he was jerking off to porn again, and needed a moment to compose himself.

"Uh, come in," he said finally.

I opened the door and pretended not to notice how he was covering his crotch by the way he was sitting with his arm casually across his lap. His computer was on, but of course it was just sitting at the desktop with nothing open. It wasn't the most subtle way he could hide a pornography habit, but I ignored it and went for his hamper.

I rummaged through it and quickly separated some things before throwing them into my laundry basket. I had started making a point of keeping his socks separated into a pile when I gathered them. I pretended to be sorting them, but really I was squeezing them in my hand to feel for a familiar crunch. Sure enough, a good five or six of them had that feel, and I mentally made a note that he must have masturbated that many times since I last did laundry.

It was probably a strange thing for a mother to keep track of, and I honestly didn't know why I started doing it, but I never lost track over the years. Once puberty had hit, I had taken a perhaps not-so-motherly interest in his sexual habits. Like Breanna, he didn't date much, in fact he hardly ever went out with a girl alone. I had gone through his internet history enough to confirm that he was actually interested in girls, at least. He seemed content to ejaculate into a sock rather than some cute girl's vagina. That seemed odd to me, but at least it was safer.

As I dumped some of the clothes I had gathered into the washing machine, I again checked his socks more blatantly now that I was alone. I turned them inside out to expose the cum stains, and even though it was probably strange, I made note of how much cum he had produced by the size of the stains. He was shooting a nice thick load, I could tell. I was glad, and in a somewhat motherly way I was proud of him for that. I hesitated before touching one of the stains, almost bringing it to my nose, but then tossed it and the rest into the washing machine.

Later in the day, I was relaxing in the living room while reading a magazine and sipping some iced tea when I heard a familiar voice in my head. I glanced around to see who had spoken, but quickly realized I had only imagined it. At first I ignored it and went back to my magazine.

But the voice came back, and I recognized it this time. It was my father, and he was definitely not in the room with me. He had been dead for ten years already. But it was his voice for a certainty.

"Melanie..." he said, as clearly as if he were standing right in front of me.

You would probably think this would shock me, but actually it was a common occurrence. I quite often heard him talk to me since he had died. That didn't mean I thought he was a ghost, communicating from the grave. It was more like a memory of him, speaking to me from inside my own mind. I had been very close with my father, and enjoyed that I could still talk with him in my own private way.

"Hi, Daddy," I said to him, silently in my mind.

The mental image of him stood out prominently now that he was speaking to me. I could see his familiar face with its square jaw and age lines that made him appear wise and powerful. He had a full head of grey hair, combed back away from his face. He had looked like that for as long as I could remember, except maybe without so much grey. The piercing blue eyes were what I remembered most, and what I connected with the strongest. I could feel them staring at me, even right now.

"What are you so worried about?" he asked, his voice filling my head.

I set the magazine down and stared out the large living room window across from where I sat on the sofa. I sighed, knowing Daddy could always tell when something was weighing on me.

"I'm getting those feelings again," I replied, still in my mind only. I never spoke aloud to him, since there wasn't a need to.

"What feelings?"

"The ones that you used to give me," I answered, somehow not wanting to actually say the words that would have explained how I was feeling.

"I see. Those are good feelings then."

"Yes," I responded truthfully, "but I can't satisfy them without you here."

"You always were my angel," he said. "No one could make me feel as good as you did."

My heart ached when he said that, as I fondly remembered the times I shared with him. Ever since I was a girl, we were close. Closer than a father and daughter should have been, perhaps. He had talked to me about that quite a bit. I didn't always understand why it was so forbidden, but I obeyed his strict wishes that I never tell anyone the things we did together.

It was fun, actually, to keep our secret. Even from my mother, who had no idea what was going on. I still had to share Daddy with her, but I always knew that he liked me the best. I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that he was older and I was just a youthful little thing.

"That wasn't all it was to me," he said, reading my mind. "You know that."

I sighed. "Of course I know that. But I liked being that, for you."

"Touch yourself, Melanie," he said in a soft command.

I glanced toward the back of the house to make sure no one was around, and then I complied by reaching into my shorts and snaking my hand down my panties to where my smooth pussy was. I hadn't realized it until then, but I was very wet. His presence mixed with the feelings I was having today was really getting to me.

"That's my girl," he said. "You know how much Daddy likes to see his favorite girl play with herself."

"I'm not alone here, Daddy," I said. "I can't really play around right now."

"You can get off without drawing attention to it."

"Ok, Daddy. I'll do it for you."

I started fingering my clit, and once I started I wasn't going to stop until I came. It would have looked so obvious if anyone could see me, but at the moment even that didn't seem to matter. I closed my eyes and kept at it, circling my clit and flicking it from side to side. Within minutes I felt my cunt throb and squeeze involuntarily, and suddenly I was climaxing. I bit my lip and clenched my eyes shut, riding it out in silent agony, until the feeling had washed over me. I sighed raggedly, and opened my eyes.

Nothing in the room had changed, but I could tell that Daddy wasn't there anymore. Sometimes I wondered if I was going crazy, or if he was the product of my imagination in response to some emotional need. It was true what I told him, that lately I was having feelings that I couldn't process appropriately. I was starting to crave that forbidden sexual relationship that I had enjoyed with him all those years ago. But he was gone now, and I couldn't have that anymore.

Up until he had died, starting in my teen years, I had been having sex with my father. It began so innocently, so sweetly, that I never once felt like he was taking advantage of me. I was old enough to know what abuse was, and I never once labeled our relationship that way. Whenever we were together, it was so wonderful and felt so good that I thought we were in love. That part, perhaps, was unnatural. But my infatuation turned into a different kind of love, one that was still familial but also something more. I respected the man endlessly. He was my father first and foremost, and I did whatever he told me to do. With that said, I don't remember him telling me to do sexual things to him, but I remember wanting to do them. I remember seeing his penis for the first time, and that it excited me fiercely. It was so thick and long, uncircumcised, and so impossibly hard when it was erect. I could still remember the smell of it too, intoxicating and intriguing.

The taste of it was not what I had expected back then. It was just like skin, not much different and not especially good or bad. His precum though, that was much different. It was mildly salty but also very intoxicating, more so than the smell of his cock. I loved tasting his cum, and when it would finally burst forth and either fill my mouth or cover my face, I would lick it all up and swallow it. It wasn't just the taste that I loved, but the idea that part of him was inside of me, that I was consuming his seed. It was the closest I could be to a person, swallowing the fluid he produced in reaction to the loving things I was doing to him.

I could taste his cum even now, just thinking about it on the sofa. Somehow swallowing his cum was more intimate that feeling it deep in my pussy, where it often ended up. That was delightful as well, and I never turned him down when he asked to put his cock there. I would spread my legs to invite him to fill me up, and he always reached a depth in me that my husband Tom could never reach. When Daddy would kiss me and his tongue would enter my mouth, my pussy would tingle and my wetness would never relent until we were finished.

Sometimes we wouldn't have intercourse, we would just fool around. I loved sucking his big dick, and he liked licking my little pussy. 69'ing was difficult because I was smaller than him, but I secretly loved when he would lick not just my cunt but also my butt. His tongue would roughly slide against my little pucker, and sometimes he would try to get his tongue in there. It was so naughty for him to be doing that, but I loved being naughty with him.

I found myself masturbating again thinking about some of those experiences, and realized I needed to go upstairs to do this properly. I hurried up to my bedroom and closed the door. I peeled my clothes off and rushed to my nightstand. I opened the drawer and pulled out a nice thick dildo. Tom liked to see me masturbate with toys, and I was happy to oblige him. I sprawled out on the bed and wet the end of the dildo in my mouth. Then I reached down and found my asshole with the tip. I pushed softly until it gave way, and finally the toy was buried in my ass.

I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. Daddy could never quite fit his cock in there, even though we had tried many times. In fact, I couldn't hold more than two of his fingers, and even then it was a strain. Now that I was married and had been having sex for many years now, I could take Tom's dick quite easily back there. He wasn't into anal sex as much as I was, but once in a while the mood struck him and he would take my ass. I usually touched or penetrated it while I masturbated.

I pictured the dildo as Daddy's cock inside me, and started rubbing my pussy hard. It didn't take long before I exploded and ended up soiling the comforter with my squirt. God, it felt good though. I had really needed that.

I stayed naked but crawled under the covers and drifted off to sleep. The dildo was still in my ass as I laid on my side and just enjoyed the feeling of being so full. I thought I might dream of Daddy, but instead I dreamed of my c***dren. I remembered telling Daddy that I couldn't satisfy these i****tuous feelings that I used to have with him. It was like a physical craving that I couldn't satiate, even with intense sex with Tom. There was a unique element to having sex with Daddy, knowing it was wrong and loving it despite that. I had tried to be kinky with Tom, but it never seemed the same.

My dream took a strange turn when a casual conversation with Matt and Breanna turned into me giving Matt a deep blowjob while Breanna sat with her face directly below my pussy as I knelt over her. She was just staring up at it, not attempting to lick or touch it. Matt's cock was just like his father's in my dream, but in reality I hadn't seen it in a long time so I couldn't be sure. Still, I enjoyed sucking on it immensely, and it seemed familiar somehow. Not physically, but in some other way. It was that feeling, that i****tuous craving that I had been having. Sucking my own son's penis was fulfilling the craving that I was having! Swallowing his thick cum pulsating from his shaft made my body tingle with excitement.

I would need to satisfy that feeling again, only in real life. But how could I?

Chapter 2

I was awakened by a tap on the bedroom door. I stirred and realized where I was, since it was unusual that I would sleep in my bed during the day.

"Yes?" I said.

The door cracked open. Matt poked his head in cautiously. "Mom?"

"Yes, come in Matt."

I was mostly under the comforter, but my arm was out which meant my shoulder and the top of my chest was exposed. He couldn't see anything, except that fact that I was at least topless under the comforter, if not completely naked. I was still hazy from being asleep, but I suspected that he recognized this by the look on his face.

"Bree just left to see a movie with Traci," he said, his eyes staring at me but not really at my face. "I was going to see if you were feeling ok before I mowed the lawn."

Matt's chores included yard work, which he usually did on Sundays. He must have known I was in here sleeping, and I thought it was so sweet that he would check on me.

"I'm just a little tired," I said, reaching up to stretch my arm and inadvertently exposing more of my chest. When my armpit came into view, a good portion of the top of my breast probably showed itself too. I didn't care though. The dream seemed to have emboldened me.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, his eyes taking in every last bit of me that was exposed.

I felt flattered that he would find me sexually attractive, if that was what was going on here. Would he still find me attractive if he knew his grandpa and I had been fucking each other in secret? Or would he be disgusted? I found myself intensely curious about the answer to those questions.

"Your father won't be back until dinner," I said. "Why don't we talk for a little while? We never really get to spend time alone together."

Matt shrugged. I probably caught him off guard, but he was never opposed to spending time with his old mom. I wanted to blurt it all out to him, to tell him everything that I had been keeping secret all these years. But that wouldn't be the way to do it. I needed to probe first, find out what he thought about i****t first. I had openly talked to him about looking at porn on the internet before, maybe that could be the way to do it.

He was still standing there in the doorway, apparently waiting for me to say something. He looked nervous.

"Matt, honey, don't just stand there. Come in here."

He obeyed, but I could tell he was hesitant. Maybe because he suspected that I was naked. He wouldn't suspect that I had a large dildo up my ass, though.

"Come next to me on the bed," I said, patting my hand on the mattress.

He felt very awkward now but he obeyed. He sat on the edge of the bed first, then swung his legs up onto the comforter and stretched out next to me. He was trying so hard to keep his eyes off of me, but the poor boy was only human. It didn't matter that I was his mother. He wanted to see my breasts because they were there, only partially hidden from his view.

"I noticed when I did your laundry," I started, "that you had only filled six of your socks with cum this week."

He was frozen in place, embarrassed and shocked. I had never actually talked to him about his cum socks before. I'm sure he thought he was in trouble, but of course I was going in a different direction.

"Does that mean you only jerked off six times this past week?" I asked, sounding casual and innocent like there was nothing unusual about my question.

He looked at me with wide eyes, probably confused that I had said "only" six times this week. If he was in trouble, I wouldn't have implied that the amount of times he masturbated was too infrequent. If anything I would have scolded him for doing it that many times. I touched his arm for a moment and smiled at him.

"Relax. This is just us talking here. I won't tell anyone."

He cleared his throat, and then nodded.

"Is that what that means?" I repeated.

He couldn't look at me as he nodded again. I leaned my head against his arm and put my hand on his leg. It was just an affectionate move, not overtly sexual. But the fact that I was naked underneath the covers made it a little too intimate for a mother and son. That was what I was going for.

"Thank you for being honest with me," I said, kissing his arm and then leaning my head against him again. "That's actually not that much, you know. I was asking because I wanted to make sure you knew that I not only approve of young men masturbating, but I also want them to at least once a day. Twice a day is preferable."

Matt seemed to relax a bit, and I began to rub his leg. I was rewarded by seeing his pants start to tent, and made sure I didn't make it obvious that I could see it. He might not even realize it at first, and he couldn't suddenly adjust without drawing attention to it.

"Do you think you can try to do it more?" I asked.

He finally looked at me, still nervous but also seeming to trust me more now. After all, we were talking about something very personal and intimate, and doing so without any pretense that it was wrong or forbidden. I was letting him know that I wanted him to masturbate, so of course it should also be ok for us to talk about it openly.

"Um, sure..." He didn't sound very certain.

"Can I let you in on a secret?" I said with a sheepish smile. I moved closer to him and whispered in his ear. "I masturbated before I fell asleep."

I felt the lurch in his pants, and his breathing became ragged. Oh, I would have been so incredibly happy if I could actually make him cum in his pants, but he was too old for that to happen I'm sure. I assumed he wasn't a virgin either, by now.

"R-really?" he said, looking down at me in disbelief.

I nodded, keeping a sheepish grin on my face. "Your old mom does it too, you know."

"But, Dad..." He seemed conflicted.

"Matt, everyone masturbates," I said matter-of-factly. "Including your dad, including Breanna, including us. Even if you're having regular sex, sometimes you just need to relieve yourself. It doesn't mean your partner is bad at sex, and it doesn't mean they're not giving you enough sex. It just means you're human and you have needs. It's impossible for those needs to match up perfectly with someone else's."

He processed that, but seemed frozen in place still. He probably didn't want to draw attention to his boner. I wanted so badly to see what was underneath those pants.

"I've seen what you look at on the internet," I chanced, hoping it wouldn't ruin this moment.

He turned pale, and swallowed. Shit, I may have crossed the line. Time to steer it back to my goal.

"It's perfectly normal, you know." I rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him. "Even the things you might consider to be freaky or perverted. People like to fantasize about things they don't actually want to act out, sometimes. I know some of the things you've looked at are pretty wild, and it doesn't make me think any less of you. Actually, it's encouraging to me that you're turning out very normal. I would worry if you didn't look at those things."

Poor Matt was very confused, I'm sure. I needed him to say something, so I could proceed in the right direction.

"For instance," I continued, "I know you like to watch videos of anal sex. Right?"

Matt was still pale, but he nodded.

"Did you know that I like that too?"

He glanced at me, maybe a bit shocked to hear his mom say such a thing. "Really?"

I nodded enthusiastically, making sure he knew that I was being honest with him. "Of course."

He swallowed again, but licked his lips while he tried to think of the way to ask what he wanted to ask.

"Have you ever...you know...?"

"Have I ever...had anal sex?" I said, hoping to encourage him.

He nodded, and I smiled.

"You really want to know what your old mom does in the bedroom?"

He nodded again, but suddenly realized that it might be wrong to want that, so he tried to backtrack. "Well I...no, you...not really...I mean..."

"Matt," I said, trying to calm him by putting my hand on his chest. The comforter was dangerously close to falling below my tits. As it was already, he could see cleavage. "It's normal for you to think about those things. I'm flattered that you asked me. It's a compliment that you can view me that way, and be curious about me. I would be happy to answer your questions about sex."

He seemed to calm down, and relaxed a bit.

"And to answer your question," I continued, "yes, I have had anal sex and continue to have it with your father."

The mental image that must be going through his mind right now, picturing his mother and father engaging in such a depraved act, was having a strange effect on him. He was imagining it, and somehow didn't think to hide his erection as he shifted his pants to accommodate it rather than hide it.

"Can I tell you something else?" I said, quickly trying to build on this unexpected but very welcome turn of events.

He nodded. I kept my eyes on his, despite my desire to stare down at his crotch.

"I think it's a very nice compliment when a boy has an erection," I said.

He instantly tried to hide his boner, like I thought he would, but I reached for his hand and stopped him. That motion had the side effect of brushing my knuckle against his tent. Neither of us expected that, but I knew it would help my goal in the long run.

"Don't hide it, please," I said, not quite begging but certainly in a tone that suggested I was asking something of him rather than demanding. "It makes me feel really good that I can do that to you."

Matt looked at me strangely, perhaps fighting a temptation as I hoped, and then let his hands fall to his sides. His obvious erection was now sprouting in his pants for me to see, and I chanced looking down at it with a big smile.

"Wow," I said, "impressive!"

He got a sheepish smile, but didn't say anything.

"Thank you," I said, kissing his shoulder. "You have no idea how much it means to me that we can be open like this."

"Mom?" he said just then, as if he finally had the courage to contribute to the conversation.

"Yes?" I asked, resting my cheek on his arm.

"Are you naked under there?" was his question, so innocent and brave.

I smiled, in a devilish way that was playful and revealing on its own. "Maybe."

The temptation to tear the covers away and expose myself was so powerful, to throw myself on him and pull his pants down to free his penis so I could envelop it with my mouth. But I restrained myself, knowing this would have to be a slow and steady movement towards intimacy that wasn't quite within normal boundaries.

"I...was just wondering," he stammered.

I shouldn't press my luck, but I couldn't resist putting one last feeler out there.

"I bet you were," I replied. "I wasn't going to say anything, but I did find some interesting web sites in your history. Some rather...naughty sites."

Matt fidgeted, but didn't say anything.

"It's still completely normal for you to fantasize about things that you would never actually do," I reminded him. "But if I ask you a question, will you promise to answer me truthfully?"

He nodded, and his stare was both frightful and intense.

"Do you ever fantasize about having sex with a family member?" I asked boldly. I chose not to be specific about which family member, hoping that would encourage him to give an honest answer. Really, it was either me or Breanna that would have to be the objects of his fantasies. And it was perfectly normal for someone to have an occasional sexual thought about their parent or sibling.

He nodded, and my heart leapt.

"Thank you for being honest," I said. "Don't tell me who. You can keep that a secret. I used to fantasize about that too. With my father, actually."

Matt seemed curious now, as I hoped he would be. I wasn't about to reveal the extent of our relationship though. Not yet, anyway.

"Really? Grandpa?" Matt seemed quite surprised.

I nodded. "Oh yes, for a young girl it's very common. I didn't want to embarrass you, honey. I just wanted you to know that you don't have to feel bad for having those feelings. Why don't you go mow the lawn now, and some time we'll talk more about it, ok?"

He nodded, and quickly leapt up from the bed. He was probably eager to leave the room so his erection wouldn't continue to be the focal point. I thought for sure he would either go to his room first, or the bathroom, to jack off. But to my surprise he went downstairs and out to the back yard immediately. I hoped I hadn't embarrassed him too badly. I felt the dildo in my ass again, still buried deep in my backside, and began to rub my pussy.

"Oh Daddy," I said in my mind, as I sighed contentedly. "Do you really think I could fuck my own son?"

Daddy didn't answer, but just forming the entire question in my mind was enough to get me off. I came hard underneath the covers, probably getting fluid on the sheets, and finally withdrew the dildo from my ass. I thought I'd better wash them, else Tom wonder what I had been doing. He didn't know that I masturbated, even though I had made it apparent to Matt that everyone did. I knew Tom masturbated very rarely, as I apparently had a keen sense for that. Breanna was still a mystery to me though, I had never caught her or seen evidence that she did so. Maybe my skill was only for men, as I could probably guess when Matt would be jerking off just by the time of day. He might not always cum in his socks though, so I had to just guess at what I had said to him at the beginning of our conversation.

Imagining him whimpering as he jerked his thick cock and filled those socks with his sperm made my pussy throb...

Chapter 3

That night during dinner, Matt was secretly staring at me the entire time. Whenever I would catch him, he would look away and never meet my stare. Then I would get distracted talking with either Tom or Breanna, and in a few moments he would be staring at me again. Surely he was viewing me in a new light now, maybe even imagining what I looked like naked under my comforter. Maybe he was picturing me sucking his father's dick or taking it up the ass. I felt a thrill as I hoped he was doing all of that.

Tom was the recipient of my extra arousal that night. I begged him to stick it in my ass, something I usually let him decide to do on his own. But I really needed it this time. I let him fuck my pussy for a few minutes to satisfy his need to attend to my needs, but at that point my need was to be dominated by him, and taken in a forbidden way. I sucked him expertly and even licked his balls, hoping that he might cum before he got it in me. Then he could fuck me all night.

But apparently our sex in the morning had been enough to drain him, and he didn't cum until he stuck it in me. Unfortunately he didn't last more than a few minutes, which was typical when we had anal sex. It excited him a lot apparently, which made me wonder why he didn't ask for it more often. He grunted and thrust into me sharply, which hurt in a good way, and unloaded his sperm in my butt. I moaned appreciatively, letting him know I enjoyed this particular part, which was true. It was the one thing I hadn't done with Daddy. He had never shot his cum into my ass. I would give almost anything to go back and change that. The only thing I could do now to even come close to rectifying that forbidden desire was to have another family member do it instead. A family member that wasn't supposed to do it, specifically. That family member was not my husband.

Monday was the day I did all my errands, since Tom was as work as Matt and Breanna both had jobs. Just the usual part-time jobs k**s their age had. Breanna was a barista and Matt worked construction. They would be gone most of the day, doing their own thing when their shifts were over. We usually didn't see each other until dinner during the week. It hadn't taken me long to go grocery shopping and then drop some things off at the dry cleaners. I might go shopping sometimes too while I was out, but Daddy felt like talking today. When he first spoke to me, I decided to just go home in case he wanted me to cum again for him.

"You're being bad, Melanie," he said as I pulled into the driveway.

"I know, Daddy," I said. "I can't help it. I don't have you to satisfy those cravings anymore."

"Nothing would make me happier than you satisfying those cravings. But you must tread carefully. Matt won't just start having sex with his own mother. I didn't just start having sex with you."

"Fucking," I corrected him. "We didn't just have sex. That's what you did with Mom. You and I fucked."

He knew I had always enjoyed swearing when we were together. He had never really been a man to swear, even when he got angry. Maybe that made it all the more naughty when we did say those words.

"Fine. But still, you know I'm right. How do you plan to seduce him?"

I took the groceries inside and hurriedly put them away while Daddy and I talked. I felt the heat starting to build in my stomach, and it would need to come out through my pussy.

"I don't know yet. I need to find out if he even likes i****t. I didn't really find any i****t web sites on his computer, I only alluded that I had."

"But he did admit that he fantasized about fucking a family member."

"That doesn't automatically mean it's me. It could be his sister."

"Wouldn't the two things go hand in hand? Even if he's only ever thought about Breanna, the act of fucking his sister would eventually lead him to think about fucking you."

That made sense, and as I stripped off my clothes and laid on my bed, I thought about how I might exploit his fantasy regardless of which one of us, me or Breanna, he had thought about.

"I wish I had your big cock, Daddy," I said, spreading open my pussy as if to invite him to penetrate it.

"You had the tightest little pussy I ever had," he admitted. "Nothing felt better than cumming inside of it."

"I wish you had fucked my ass," I said, getting on my knees and pushing my ass into the air, reaching back with both hands and spreading it as if for him to see.

"I wanted to, baby, but I didn't want to hurt you. I was afraid. I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know, Daddy..." I was actually crying now, I realized. "And you never did. How can I make anyone understand what we had? I don't know if I can ever make someone that happy again."

"Don't be sad that it's over. Be happy that we had it at all. Relish in the possibility that it's possible to try again with your son."

I sniffed, still spreading my ass with my face buried in my pillow, but felt better now that he had said that. I fell down onto my belly and relaxed for a moment before rolling over and just laying there. Daddy didn't say anything else to me, and I didn't say anything either. I absently played with my clit but didn't actually seek a release. The emotional release he had given me was enough for now.

Thankfully, Tom didn't want sex that night. I would have gladly given my body to him, but I was too emotional to enjoy it. And my thoughts would have been on my son, picturing him on top of me and not Tom. I wasn't ready for that yet, since I had never fantasized about him in that way before. I had imagined sex with Matt of course, especially recently, but had never replaced my husband with another man during the act. I suppose I would feel guilty about it, although I knew it was normal for a man to replace his wife mentally. Sometimes I wondered if Tom ever thought about fucking our daughter while he was plowing me. I wouldn't think badly of him for doing it, in fact I was intrigued by the thought. I almost thought to ask him, but for some reason I held off.

The week went by quickly for some reason. Tom had to work a few late nights, which meant dinner with just the k**s. I had to keep myself interested in what Breanna was saying while she was talking, because I kept thinking about Matt and what must be going on in his mind. What if he knew what I had been thinking about lately? What if he knew his own mother was trying to fuck him? Would he be able to process the emotions that were involved with an i****tuous relationship? Would he be able to realize that I wasn't in love with him, and that he shouldn't be in love with me? i****t was something special, but it wasn't the same as a committed relationship like a marriage, with its long-term security and relative normalcy. I knew I would never replace my mother, and Matt would never replace his father.

But it would take our mother/son relationship to an entirely different level. He would know me intimately, both my body and my mind. He would know more about me than even my own husband, in many respects. We wouldn't have the years of experience with each other than I had with Tom, but in my own experience once the i****t started, it would go very strong for the first while. It would be new and exciting, and secretive and forbidden. Sex in those contexts was always heated and intense.

I needed to build on that conversation we had the previous Sunday, when I was naked in bed. Should I try to be naked around him, innocently of course? Or should I engage another sexual conversation with him, hoping that it would become natural and familiar? I could try to get him to open up, admit his fantasies, and admit mine to him. That was a dangerous move, if my i****tuous plans were my own interest only, and not his. I didn't want to force Matt into something he didn't want, and wasn't ready for. That would do irreparable damage, as the vast majority of i****tuous relationships did for that very reason. This would have to form naturally, of its own doing.

But the seeds had to be planted. I could strongly hint without actually saying anything. I could build intimacy that wasn't necessarily sexual in nature, with the hope that it would build to that. I spent the entire week pondering what to do, while still doing my usual routine of checking Breanna's panties and Matt's socks and internet history. I was curious if, knowing that I checked them, his routine would change. But he hadn't deleted his internet history, thankfully, from which I could see that he was still looking at very naughty things like anal sex and even some kinky things like piss play and b********y. Maybe he was trying to shock me, knowing I was looking at these things too.

His cum socks were especially full this time. He seemed to be shooting bigger loads this week, maybe more than one at a time even. He had a dozen or so for me to wash, which seemed to confirm for me that he wasn't trying to avoid my knowledge of his sexual activity. Should I somehow leave him a message, like he was doing for me? I thought long and hard about that while I rubbed my pussy with one of his crunchy socks down in the laundry room. I came with his dried cum mixing with my pussy juice, and then threw the thoroughly soiled sock into the washing machine. That had felt especially good, knowing his cum was touching my pussy. Should I somehow let him know that I had done that? No, that would be too much. I was starting to go out of my mind considering the possibilities of how to proceed.

I felt like I was ignoring Breanna with all of this going on, so I made it a point to spend the entire day with her on Saturday. We went shopping, which was her favorite thing to do, and I made sure there was lots of girl talk. She was usually very open with me, telling me what boys she liked and even how far some of her dates had gone with her. I knew one boy had put his hand down her pants, and that she had felt another boy's penis through his pants. I didn't press for details, but she seemed especially conscious of my concerns for her. I realized that I was missing out on an opportunity to have a closeness with her that I was trying to have with my own son. Just not in a sexual context.

We sat in the food court of the mall eating soft pretzels while we talked. Breanna had just finished telling me about something that had happened at the coffee house where she worked. There was a rare pause in the conversation, which I took full advantage of.

"Breanna," I started, "let's have a mother/daughter conversation."

Breanna seemed amused. She was so beautiful when she smiled, with her long reddish hair that was a mix of my red hair and her father's darker color. Her green eyes seemed to be laughing at me.

"What do you mean, Mom?" she asked. "I thought that's what we've been doing this whole time."

I laughed. "No, we've just been having a good time. A mother/daughter conversation is like the time you came home from that date with the football player, and you confided in me that he had put his hand down your pants."

Breanna turned red, but maintained her smile even through her embarrassment. "Mom..."

"Hey," I said, trying to quickly take away the embarrassment from the situation. "Don't you ever feel bad for telling me something like that. That took a lot of courage! I'm proud that you told me something so secret."

She met my stare briefly, maybe a bit surprised at how strongly I was defending her. "...Thanks."

"That's something a daughter tells her mother when they're close, like you and me. You know what else she tells her mother?"

Breanna shrugged.

"That she liked it...a lot," I said with a smile.

Her mouth dropped open, and she nearly reached across the table and smacked my arm.

"Mom!" she blurted out.

"It's ok," I laughed. "Why shouldn't you like it? Do your girl parts not work or something?"

That did bring a playful smack, but she seemed to really brighten up after that. She talked openly about going to second base with a few boys, and I didn't push her to admit that she had gone all the way. But she also didn't say she hadn't, so I chose to believe what I had already suspected. If her panties were any indication, at least they were pulling out. Not a completely safe way to go, but better than the alternative.

"Can I ask you something about Matt?" I finally said, burning to bring him up with her.

"I probably don't know anything about him, but sure," was her response.

"Do you know if he's still a virgin?"

She shook her head. "I don't know, sorry. He doesn't tell me stuff like that. I got out of him once that he had gotten a blowjob from Stephanie, the volleyball champ, during his junior year. But that took some prying."

"Really?" I said, completely interested and not hiding the fact. "Why do you think he's so secretive like that? Usually brothers and sister like to brag about their dates."

Breanna shrugged. "Matt's not really like that. He likes his privacy."

"He's told me some things," I said, steering the conversation a bit where I hoped it would go.

"Like what?"

I pretended to be somewhat hesitant. "Well, like some of the stuff he looks at on the internet."

"Come on, he's a guy," Breanna said with a sarcastic look. "All guys look at porn. That's how you know they're alive."

I nodded. "You may be right about that."

"Well, I mean...not Dad, I'm sure," she started backtracking.

I waved her weak attempts away. "Honey, you shouldn't worry about things like that. Even if your father did, which I honestly don't know, I wouldn't be bothered by it. Like you said, all guys do it."

"Wow, you're ok with that?" she asked in disbelief. "That's very...progressive of you."

"What about you?" I asked, keeping her father out of this. I wanted this to include only myself and my two c***dren.

"What about me?"

"How often do you look at porn on the internet?" I asked boldly.

Breanna turned red again, which was a dead giveaway that she at least looked at porn once in a while. Otherwise she would simply dismiss it.

"I don't...I mean, you know..."

"Ok, ok," I reassured her. "So the answer is not 'never' but it's also not 'all the time' either."

She giggled. "I can't put anything past you. Does that make you disappointed in me?"

I frowned. "Why would you ever think that, my dear? I could not be more proud of you, and I hope you know that. The normal things you do in your private life have no bearing on the kind of person you are, in my eyes."

"Thanks, Mom," she said, with an expression of gratitude.

"Besides, even I've seen a penis or two online."

She burst out laughing at that. "I can't imagine you actually searching for that, though."

"Has your brother ever...um, I'm not sure how to put this exactly..."

"Just say it, Mom. I don't mind."

"Has Matt ever said anything to you that would indicate that he fantasizes about you or me while he masturbates?"

Even though she had tried to reassure me that she wouldn't be shocked by what I said, I could tell that she was. Her mouth dropped open and she just stared at me for quite a while.

"Uh...no, I can't imagine he ever has or ever would." Breanna cleared her throat. "I don't think he would ever tell me, even if that was true. Why would you even ask me that?"

"I have my reasons," I said, but her face told me that wasn't a good enough answer. "I found some porn sites on his computer that had i****tuous themes."

Breanna raised an eyebrow, but wasn't put off by any means. I took that to mean that she must have thought about i****t at least once or twice. I needed to build on that theme immediately, if so. I leaned close to her and gave her a very serious stare.

"You would tell me if he ever...tried something with you, right? Even if it was a long time ago. I wouldn't tell your father or anyone else. I would keep it between us."

Breanna seemed embarrassed, and I could tell she was hiding something. That small recognition made my pussy ache suddenly, and I had to suppress a moan. I tried my best to keep focused on her face while I waited for her to say something.

"I mean, maybe when we were little..." Breanna turned very red at saying that aloud. "You really want to know about that? I would think you'd hope we never fooled around."

If only she knew how much the thought aroused me...

"Any mother would hope that her c***dren never got into trouble," I agreed. "But that kind of activity is very normal for young c***dren. Obviously he never got you pregnant or anything so damaging. Do you not want to tell me?"

Breanna shrugged. "As long as you won't be mad at us. If Matt knew I was telling you, he'd kill me."

I waved the thought away. "I've already had a nice long conversation with him about sex and fantasies and stuff like that. It's ok."

"Ok then. Well, yeah when we were little k**s we would show each other our privates and stuff. I think he touched me...down there, once or twice out of all those times. I touched his...thing...many times though. I remember thinking it was funny looking."

I tried to keep from laughing, imagining a young and adventurous Breanna squeezing her brother's little weenie and wondering what in the world such a thing was used for.

"You can't make fun of me," Breanna protested.

I shook my head, trying to stifle my reaction. "I'm sorry, that was very rude of me. Please, continue."

"You promise not to tell, right?"

I nodded. "Of course. This is just between you and me."

"Well...I wanted to know how he peed out of that thing. So I made him pee while I watched. Then he asked to watch me pee, so I did. My pee hole was in a different place, and he seemed very interested in that, so I let him get real close to my...private parts...and he stuck his finger in there and poked around and stuff."

Breanna was being incredibly frank and honest with me, but she looked like she was about to crawl into a corner and die. I didn't want her to feel so bad about it, but I guessed it was normal. Most people would think such activity was shameful, rather than arousing like I thought. It reminded me of Daddy putting his manly fingers into my pussy and bringing me such pleasure.

"All of that is totally normal," I said in a very motherly tone. "Some brothers and sisters go even further than that. They lick each others' privates and sometimes try to...join them together."

Breanna shrugged. "I guess I'm lucky we never tried that."

Oh, how lucky you would be, I thought to myself.

"Well, maybe that explains why Matt is finding an interest in i****t fantasies lately. Maybe he's remembering what the two of you did together."

"Maybe."

I waited for a bit before continuing, hoping the tension in the air right now would thicken just a bit. I guess I was getting off on talking about i****t with, ironically, a member of my immediate family.

"Have you ever...thought about i****t before?" I asked finally.

Breanna just looked at me for a moment, then glanced down nervously.

"I've thought about it a lot since those times with Matt all those years ago. Sometimes I have dreams where Matt and I are having sex. I've never acted on those dreams though..."

Something in her tone suggested that maybe she wasn't telling me everything. Why would she be so open about telling me her sex dreams, but hold some small detail back now?

"Breanna..." I reached across the table and grasped her hand in mine. "That's not why I asked you that. Don't worry, I'm not interrogating you. I just want to know because I am curious, not because I suspect something."

"I know," she said, smiling back at me. "It's just...interesting timing is all."

"Why?"

"Because just the other day, Matt and I were joking around, and for some reason I told him about one of the dreams. I think he kinda freaked out, and I tried to pretend I was just joking, but I think he knew I wasn't."

"I see. Maybe you started something going in his mind then. That must be why he was searching those sites."

"Maybe."

I was glad to be able to steer the conversation away from i****t between Breanna and Matt, because that wasn't what I was trying to encourage. However, there was always the possibility that a sexual relationship between Matt and I could be proceeded and encouraged by sex between the two of them. That wasn't something I had spent a lot of time thinking about. But truth be told, I was afraid of getting up and leaving anytime soon because of the wet patch that had formed in my pants. I guess these thoughts were something I would need to sort out.

I changed the subject and we chatted for a while longer before leaving. Even though I appeared to be paying attention to Breanna, I was very engaged in my own perverse thoughts. I was obsessed with using the information she had given me to somehow direct matters with Matt, and I even considered whether or not to include her in my plan. I was intrigued with the idea of knowing that she and Matt were fucking, and that I was also fucking him. What would Daddy think of that?

Chapter 4

That night, Tom was called into work after dinner for an emergency all-nighter, which I protested against even though I actually would enjoy the night to myself. Of course Tom refused to budge and did leave for the office, but reassured me that we would have a night out soon. I let him go without too much fuss, and went to run a hot bath soon after. The k**s would be fine on their own, watching TV or going to their rooms to be alone, while I relaxed and sorted out my thoughts.

I had the strange compulsion to leave the bathroom door open, and I justified it by thinking that I needed to be able to hear the goings-on in the house if the k**s were in their rooms. It was a weak excuse, but it would do just fine if either of them questioned me. And I was guessing that of the two, Matt would not question it so much as become intrigued by it.

I gently set my naked self into the soothing hot water of the tub, with the door wide open while Matt and Breanna were each in their rooms, and closed my eyes. I could have drifted off to sleep like this, but I wanted to stay alert in case one of the k**s decided to walk past. Even if it was Breanna, I found the idea of her seeing me naked somewhat exciting.

It took a while, and I worried that the hot water would cool off too much, but eventually I heard one of their bedrooms doors down the hall open. Footsteps creaked across the floor and then stopped when they neared the bathroom. I could picture Matt walking past and realizing that his mother was taking a bath and the door was wide open. I could imagine him hesitate, then find the courage to peek his head inside to see if he could catch a glimpse of my naked body.

I kept my eyes closed, though it took all of my concentration, so that he could get an eyeful in secret. I hadn't used any bubbles, and the water was perfectly still around me. He would be able to see everything, including my bare cunt. Did he ever imagine that his mother shaved her pussy? Would that intrigue him at all? I was aching to open my eyes and catch him standing there, maybe with an erection straining through his sweatpants. When I imagined that enough time had passed for him to get a good look, I opened my eyes and tried my best to keep them straight forward, using my peripheral vision to observe if anyone was standing in the doorway.

To my disappointment, I didn't see anyone. I would have been excited to see either of my c***dren. I felt lonely for some reason, and even wished Daddy would come talk to me. But he didn't, and I found the silence almost unbearable right now. I decided to masturbate, hoping it would settle my nerves. I did it quietly, with as little movement as possible. It was almost casual, effortless, the way I rubbed my pussy and fingered my clit. I couldn't climax like this, though. I needed more tonight than simple idle rubbing.

I started to lean forward in order to push myself up and out of the bathtub, when something caught my eye in the doorway. I had been expecting to see the full image of Matt or Breanna before when I had hoped either one was spying on me. What I was actually seeing was Matt's face almost hidden behind the doorway on the other side. To my utter glee, he had been spying on me! Just not so openly as I had expected. Thankfully, when our eyes met, he didn't run away or try to hide himself. He just stood there, almost invisible but now knowing that I saw him.

"Matt?" I said, not trying to cover myself in any way. I knew he could see my breasts, with my nipples hard from my excitement. In fact, he had probably seen me masturbating just now too. God, how that made my pussy ooze...

Matt stepped further into view, but stayed coy while standing there technically outside the bathroom in the hallway.

"Is everything ok?" I asked, pretending that I was surprised to see him there.

"Yeah, I was just...passing by," he said. Interesting, he wasn't trying to explain himself.

I nodded, and glanced past him before motioning him toward me.

"Come in here, in case your sister sees you."

He obeyed, not taking his eyes off of me, and entered the bathroom. "Should I close the door?"

I smiled. "No, then it would be suspicious. Right now, it's just us talking."

I wondered if he would catch that I was suggesting that he was here to do something suspicious. Or that I intended to also. He stood a few feet from the tub, watching me carefully. It must have been notable to him that I was allowing him to look at my naked body. He must have registered the fact that I wasn't showing any shock or embarrassment.

"Were you..." He seemed to be implying something that he didn't want to actually voice.

"Masturbating?" I finished the thought for him.

He turned red, but nodded.

"Yes," I said, not showing any trace of shame or inhibition. "But I couldn't get there, unfortunately. I'm just too tense I guess."

I leaned back and stretched my neck, letting him get an even better view of my breasts. I tried to be as sensual as possible with the way I moved. I looked over at him after my stretch and saw that he was openly staring at me.

"Don't you ever masturbate in the shower?" I asked, with a hint of a smile.

"Yes," he answered. "I just didn't really think you did it."

"I told you the other day that everyone does it." I stretched my leg, raising it out of the water and very sensually running my hands down it.

"Yeah, but..." He shifted uncomfortably. "Imagining it and seeing it are two different things."

"That's true. But you aren't supposed to see your mother do such a thing."

He looked ashamed when I said that. That was ok, it wouldn't last very long.

"But you did, so we shouldn't pretend it didn't happen," I continued.

His face showed a strange expression of relief and confusion. I knew this would be an important turning point, if I could pull it off.

"Wouldn't it be nice if it were the other way around, too?"

"Mom..." Matt was really struggling with something, I could tell.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"I..."

"Matt, come here." I held my hand out, expecting him to step closer and take it.

He stepped closer, hesitantly and slowly, but he didn't reach for my hand. He just stood there, conflicted and confused.

"Hand me a towel, please," I said, and rose up out of the water.

He pulled a towel from the rack and handed it to me, while I stood there dripping wet for him to observe. We just stared at each other as I slowly toweled my body dry. He kept eye contact with me the entire time, rather than eyeing my nakedness up and down. I found that arousing somehow, but I didn't know why.

"Your father is going to be gone until tomorrow," I said, breaking the silence. "Let's talk more after your sister goes to bed, like we did the other day. I really enjoyed that."

He nodded. "Me too."

I wrapped the towel around my body, pulling it tight but leaving it low enough for my cleavage to be obvious. It was almost frustrating how carefully he was avoiding a lustful gaze of my body.

"Why don't you sit with me in bed tonight for a while, and we can talk then," I offered, knowing he would take me up on it.

"Ok," he agreed, rather sheepishly.

I smiled at him, then left the bathroom and headed for my bedroom.

I laid in bed for what felt like an eternity waiting for Matt to show up. it must have been two hours or more before I finally hear my bedroom door, which was already open part way, creek open all the way. I glanced over at it to see a figure in the darkness standing there.

"Matt?" I said.

"It's me, Mom," came Breanna's voice.

That was a surprise. And her brother might appear at any moment too. What would she think about that? Why was she here right now?

"Is everything ok?" I asked.

She tiptoed forward, trying to be quiet.

"That's what I came to check," she replied. "You seemed kinda down tonight. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

I was touched by the gesture, and despite the fact that I was expecting Matt to show up and possibly have some form of sexual contact with him, I didn't want Breanna to leave.

"You're so sweet," I said. "Do you want to come lay with me?"

Breanna answered by approaching the bed and walking over to the other side. She pulled back the covers and crawled under them, then scooted closer to me and put her arm around me. I waited for her to say something about the fact that I was naked, but she stayed quiet.

"You can sleep here tonight if you want," I said after a moment, "but you have to take your clothes off or else I'll feel out of place."

Without a word, she stripped off her t-shirt and yanked her panties off. Now we were both naked together under the covers, with much less convincing than I would have thought necessary.

"That's better," I said.

She sighed, and threw her arm over me again. Her hand grazed my breast and rested just underneath it.

"I guess I'm just feeling lonely with your father gone," I said. "The intimate contact with someone else soothes me."

"I got the sense from all our talk today," Breanna said, "that maybe you were trying to tell me something. Was I right?"

I stroked her hair with my free hand and held her head against my breast. Oh, how badly I wanted to tell her everything. Including trying to fuck her brother. The temptation was so strong, especially right now being so physically intimate with her. But she wasn't the object of my i****tuous intentions. If I told her, then it might interfere with my plans to fuck Matt.

"It's...difficult to talk about," was my response.

Breanna looked up at me in the darkness as if she could see my face. "Telling you about how Matt and I fooled around as k**s was hard for me to talk about. But after I told you, I felt a lot better. In fact, it made me feel closer to you. You promised not to tell anyone about it, and I trust you to keep your promise. If there's something you want to tell me, I promise to keep it a secret too. No matter what it is."

I kissed her on the forehead and squeezed her against me, feeling her nakedness against mine.

"This is a big one though," I warned. "And I don't think you're ready for the burden it would put on you."

"Mom, you can trust me," she persisted. "Did you murder someone?"

I knew she was joking, but it felt just as shocking if I were to tell her about me and her grandfather. I was so tempted though, I could feel my resolve melting.

"I didn't murder anyone, but it will be just as shocking to you I'm sure."

Breanna propped herself up on her elbow and seemed intrigued. I was afraid of that.

"Now you have to tell me. I'll tell you more about me and Matt as k**s if you do."

"There's more that you didn't already tell me?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah, we fooled around lots more. For some reason, it makes me feel good to tell you about it. I guess it's because I know you'll keep it to yourself, and it feels more normal when someone else knows about it and is ok with it. I'm even ok telling you that I masturbated already tonight, before I came over here. That isn't weird, is it?"

"No, honey. It's not. Thank you for being so good to me. I'll tell you my secret, but you have to know that this is potentially a life-altering piece of information, not just for me but for you too. Knowing this secret about me could make you look at me differently."

"Whatever it is, I want to know and I want to help you through it."

My pussy was aching and soaking the sheets beneath me. I had never been this aroused before without sexual activity. I was even afraid Breanna would become aware of it and freak out. I guess this was it, I was about to tell someone for the first time about my father and me.

I didn't realize it at the time, but Matt had been spying on us from the doorway, like he had done earlier when I was taking a bath. I wish I had known, because I would have taken more care in choosing my words. But as it was, I told Breanna everything as if she and I were best friends talking about boys that we had fooled around with.

She took it all in, how Daddy had begun touching my privates when we were alone, and then progressed to showing me his big penis, which I was invited to touch. Eventually he started licking my pussy, and then I would lick his penis, and watch him stroke it over my face until it exploded in sticky white goo. I explained how much I loved the taste, especially as I got older and could appreciate how precious an act it was for him to give me his seed, to allow me to consume it.

I explained too that we started fucking, and I used that word when I told my story. When I reached the end of what I chose to share with her, I only then realized that Matt was standing there listening. Breanna saw me looking in his direction, and followed my gaze to where he stood. She didn't seem shocked by his presence, and didn't try to cover up her bare breasts. Sh

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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A Craving for Black Cock

This is my story about me and my craving for black cock. I am a 56 year old woman who has always fantasized about being fucked by a big, black cock. I am married with two grown sons and a husband who gives it to me any time I want but he works overseas and is gone 6 months out of the year. I love to masturbate and when I do, I dream of having a huge black cock in me.I am a rather large woman with a nice big ass and large tits. I dream of being ravished by a black cock! I have several vibrators...

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Craving for Giant Nipples 8211 Part I

Hi ISS readers, I think all you know me. For the new readers, at first I introduce myself. I am Moni, late 40 and 5’-7”. I was born in a middle class Bangladeshi Muslim family and serving in a public organization. I’m married and having two kids. My whole life is lustful indeed. As I gained some practical experience about sex at my childhood, I became a sex-maniac and whenever I got chance I tried to fuck any aged girls or women with many tricks without applying force or at least to peep the...

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Brownie Craving

Author: slaveboyusa Please send comments to: [email protected] Date: 2/19/09 Title: Brownie Craving Summary: The first chapter of ?Brownie Craving?. Greg and George are two brothers living in their parent’s house. Both of their parents are dead, but the house is not paid off yet. George is a chemistry student in college, has no job and does not have enough money to make the house payments. Fortunately, Greg has a plan to get money. Greg is an aspiring chemist like his brother, and has been...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Craving his cock

My boyfriend has left me for basic Army training. He left yesterday and I'm already craving his dick. I'm craving the taste of his thick cum pouring down my throat, his cock pounding his dirty little slut's pussy, and his fingers entangling with my hair as he bends me over any accessible counter. He made sure to give me as much dick as I wanted the past couple days. Especially my good morning fucks. I feel so dirty... My body's on fire, my stomach is twisting, and my lower lips are drooling at...

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Cum Craving Coworker Adapts to a Pandemic Part 2

If you want the details of the players and where this starts you’ll have to read part 1 as I don’t want to recap in part 2 https://xhamster.com/stories/cum-craving-coworker-adapts-to-a-pandemic-10076996 Needless to say, the mask that Kelly stuffed up her gorgeous pussy that day was my favorite. However, it did begin to lose her wonderful scent and taste after a few days. Of course it was my favorite one to wear.Getting office time was difficult with the limitations and it was 3 days before I...

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Craving Quest

I don’t obsess over them like some of you sex-starved cucks out there, but sometimes I’ll play a hentai game or two if only to show you betas how this shit is really done. But I’m picky. I don’t want to play half of the shitty games out there that string you along for days without seeing so much as a tiddy. I need some instant gratification. I mean, why would I sit here and toil away when I could go out and have some real pussy within the hour? And the game has to be fun too. I’m not sticking...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

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Loris craving

Like an addictive aphrodisiac, Lori craves the erotic thrill that she receives from teasing and pleasing a man's cock, manipulating his erotic pleasure to indulge her own until he can't resist the intensity of his primal urge to cum for her. She is enthralled with her sexual power to arouse and stimulate a cock to swell hard, rising and thickening for her, and enflaming her own passion. Simultaneously exploring his erogenous zones and tantalizing his manhood, she exploits his arousal, making...

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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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Craving You Part One

I am very much looking forward to starting this alluring adventure with you. One I hope that proves to be equally arousing for the both of us. Could not ever wait till later having needed to get these initial thoughts out. I like that you're maybe a little more selective and that it takes you a little extra perhaps to get going.So nice to have unexpectedly crossed paths with you. It seems as if you simply have the burning desire to be longed for. This is what you have me craving at this point....

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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I Have A Craving For Meat

I have this incredible craving for meat. The craving is so intense, I can think of little else – how it looks and especially how it feels and tastes on my tongue and in my mouth. Just the thought of it makes me hot. Since I can’t have the meat I’m really after, I go downstairs, go to the freezer and remove a four ounce steak. I fill the sink about 1/3 full with hot water. I slip the steak into the water and go into the living room to pass the time while the steak thaws. I decide to watch an...

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Craving Cock Gay

I finally tasted the salty piss-slit of the purplish-red cockhead as it touched my parting lips, and the veiny shaft slowly slid into my warm wet mouth. The scent of sweaty man meat from the base of hairy pink balls spun my brain into a cock-sucking machine. My head moved up to meet cock as my hips pressed toward my face. I felt the turgid meat twitch twice against my tongue, and warm gushes of goo flood my throat as I swallowed again and again. When you suck yourself, with your legs up and...

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Cock Craving Gay

I had just gotten out of a long relationship with my ex girlfriend and had moved into a nice townhouse in another town. In the past I had sex with a few guys and I knew from these encounters that I really enjoy servicing men. There is something about the power that a hard cock projects that get's me on my knees and begging. For years, I kept these thoughts and memories tucked away inside my head. I would fantasize about it often, but never act and was a completely straight acting, masculine...

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A Craving Kid

Hi friends this is my first iss blog which is about the feelings I went through in my early days.Hope you like it!! My name is Sushant from Kolkata and I am currently 27 years of age as a college student. Now some of you might be thinking why I am so much frank in a way to share my exact details which usually not happens.The reason being I have seen so much which tends me to just try to fuck myself and in a way to fuck the entire world that now I don’t feel ashamed of myself.!! So it all...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

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The Craving Part 1

By Andy Caulden Kevin and I were often mistaken for brothers in the looks department. We were both tall, slim and blond, and much sought after by those who liked submissive cock-suckers in their early twenties. We also shared a craving for coal-black cock, which our mentor Bryan, who was white and a professional photographer, helped to satisfy. Bryan loved to photograph burly black men fucking young, white wimps - he owned a photographic studio in Putney, which specialized in...

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Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Craving The Pain From My Son 2

Craving The Pain From My Son 2I am stood here right now in a punishment pose, with my breasts bound and placed in a stress position. My ass feels full as a large butt plus has been inserted into my anus and a dildo inserted into my cunt. I have to avoid the urge to expel them or I will receive a severe punishment.It’s all my fault. You see, for the past year, I have been a slave to my son Todd and a sister slave to my daughter Samantha. It all started a year ago when I first submitted to my...

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Rashidha Chapter 15 Craving sluts

Well, I haven`t uploaded in a while. But I think that it`s a bit repetitive. For me, it`s normal. I don`t know if I should write some usual/daily things that happen to me. I`ll let you guys decide; If I get responses, I will. Now, let`s get on with the story. As you guys know, I`m slutty by nature and I always try to push things further. I like trying daring things and my dad succeeds into findings the best humiliation for me. Well, humiliation isn`t just a daughter game. It`s a mom game as...

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Statisfying chachi craving for years

Hi friends this is nishant 5,8’’ good physique and 8” cock, i am a big reader of iss and now a writer friends let me tell you my first sex’s story which i had with my chachi preeti(5,5’’ 32-24-3529yrs). I am a 12 th class student studying in science stream, and my aunt is a 29 yrs/ 4 yrs married craving for sex ,women , let me first put the base of this story 3 yrs ago when my aunt was pregnant, one day my uncle came home drunk and on some topic they started fighting and the fight went a kinda...

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Nikita8217s Hungry craving to be pleasured

Hi, all Indian sex story readers. This is Madhan here with a story of a newlywed housewife. First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for . I am a story writer with many stories published. About Me: I am a Madhan of 28 years of age, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a normal body with skills of tasting a body erotically. I belong to one of the cleanest cities in India, Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all...

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

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Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

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Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

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Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...

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Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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A Craving for Cock

A Craving for Cock I have been fortunate in life to have had such varied experiences, sexual ones as well as normal ones. Yes I have sucked a cock before. It happened when my girlfriend at the time and I started to swing. One night, and as it happened, a New Year’s evening, we ended up in the company of another couple who were also swingers. We ended up toasting in the New Year with champagne. We were stark naked, we had already fucked each other’s partners senseless and had had a wonderful...

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Catherine and her Daddy repost so it can be read

"OOHHH, YES!! YES, FUCK ME LOVER!" Catharine screamed as her lover?s cock slammed in and out of her body. She was a young woman, having just turned eighteen; with raven black shoulder length hair that contrasted with her pale skin to give a seeming unearthly beauty; long shapely legs connected to a firm toned heart shaped ass; her breast's were small, but pert and well suited for her petite frame of 5'6", one-hundred-ten pounds. "Mmm, yes I'm gonna cum baby", she whispered...

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Catherine and her Daddy repost so it can be read

Introduction: Not sure where all of the symbols and random characters came from, but this should fix it. Chapter 1: Beginnings OOHHH, YES!! YES, FUCK ME LOVER! Catharine screamed as her lover?s cock slammed in and out of her body. She was a young woman, having just turned eighteen, with raven black shoulder length hair that contrasted with her pale skin to give a seeming unearthly beauty, long shapely legs connected to a firm toned heart shaped ass, her breasts were small, but pert and well...

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