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My bedtime stories were full of Eastern fantasies of wild nights of splendor, passion and wild sex, but what them feel real, was the simple truth that they were.
There was no missing the Eastern aspect, as the warm balmy nights in Singapore, was as far east as you could get, from a wet cold Scandinavian country like Sweden.
It was where my Grandfather taught at a renowned collage, now an established University, and my mother was schooled as a young teenager, around thirteen, 'Of course', she would say, 'we were all acting older than we were, competing with Thai's who were older, but looked as young as we were, so competition was stiff, but not as stiff as the mens cocks we fought over'.
My introduction to sex was mother's sex stories. She was a great story teller and I had difficulty in separating fact from fantasy, her fist dabbling in alcohol, was 'Dom Perignon Champagne', 'a sure thigh opener', she would say in a hushed tone, as if someone could overhear her admitting to spreading them to the owner of the bottle from which the lubrication flowed.
In truth as I grew older I just got to understand that back then, girls were horny for men, and the steamy environment of Singapore provided women whose main object in life was to have fun, earn money, and where everything men wanted they got, mommy and her friends enjoyed high society, clubs and five star restaurants, and all they had to do was fuck rich oil workers, who in return, got to fuck willing schoolgirls, the category that my dear mother fell into.
I sat at the back in a pew staring down the long aisle at the lonely mahogany box surrounded by beautiful bouquets and wreaths, and having read the cards, recognized some of the characters from her stories, each time stopping with a heavy heart to look at the box with her inside, and this is how it all ends up.
I had never met any of the characters in mothers life as she had moved back home and finished her education here in Sweden, pregnant with me, so was my father etchings on the cards I read here in the church, looking at me, the product of his loins passion lubricated by the golden bubbles of the Dom he poured her that night, I scanned the faces of the men, wondering which one had enjoyed the pleasures of a girl and filled her with fertile semen which would change the course of our family history, a thirteen year old girl being pregnant in a country like Singapore, could see the parents prosecuted, hence moving back to Sweden.
I was the same age as mother and I wondered if he could see a comparative resemblance in me, we did look alike in many of her photographs so could only pray and wonder.
At the end of the ceremony I stood in line with others from our extended family and thanked the long line of friends and acquaintances of mothers past life, of which a couple of men took a shine to me, remarking about seeing mother in me, to which I smiled and squeezed their hands, at least that last gesture might stir their memories of a girl a generation ago, what the fuck, I wanted to know.
'Do you have an email', I asked one of the three men who remarked on the resemblance between my mother and me. He was in his early fifties, pot bellied and looked like a Christmas tree, with gold trinkets hanging from his wrists and neck.
'Sorry', he replied, 'never really got into it', he continued apologetically, but his excitement was palatable, no doubt being confronted by the living image of something he never thought he would experience again, men back then in that environment having sex with girls was something both i*****l but highly savored, at least they probably looked better, thus making it easier for the girls to entertain sex with them, but now in their dotage, I held the cards, and somehow this knowledge excited me, I was talking to a man who bedded my mother, and somehow I had a weird attraction to him, the mother daughter thing, I could see he was thinking about her and me in the same train of thought, 'Is she like her mother'?
'I want to know more about my mother'?
His eyes sparked at the thought or memory, 'She was a wild one back then', he replied, and I noted his tongue moisten his thin lips, he was focusing on my own mouth, a so I purposely moistened my own lips, surreptitiously, and let them hang slightly parted, in an open invitation to a warm moist cavity, like my mothers did as he slid his cock into hers, for a gratuitous blow job.
He spoke in glowing terms about her, his eyes were distant as he recalled his first sighting and eventual interactions, 'She was really keen on this one bloke', he said distantly, 'My father', shot through my head, suddenly I began to realize a name would be mentioned, but I kept my inner excitement to myself, I wanted more information, this was like listening to mothers tales of passion and sex, but only from another point of view, and my hunger had not gone unnoticed.
'I need to get going soon', he suddenly blurted out, the sudden end to our conversation left me a little bereft, it was getting interesting, and he somehow sensed that, I dont know if he was feeling uncomfortable about admitting to u******e sex with a girl, to her daughter, somehow I felt he did not, because men who dip into those forbidden pleasures never forget those feelings, that's why when they are caught they sign registrars and are banned from liaisons with them, girls like me that is, so I simply said, 'Don't go', his eyes widened, 'I think you will find more to my mother in me than you think', there I said it.
His stare was intense, is it possible life was throwing him one more throw of the dice, I was offering him another opportunity to relive that long forgotten pleasure, not in so many words, but soft breasts and buttocks, and a willingness to let him explore further was on an open invitation.
We drove out of town and went down to a small village where there was a bed and breakfast, 'Don't you think they will miss you at the reception'?
He asked me with reserved conviction, 'Would you prefer me to go or be here with you'?
He just smiled, I could feel his tongue licking my pussy as we drove into the back courtyard, this B&B was a well known 'Knocking shop', for one nighters, looking for a bed to fuck on, but the look on the owners face when he saw me and him together, spoke volumes on what flashed through his mind, I acknowledged his lusting with a smile, I seemed to be in the mood for this and my body was reacting just as my mothers possibly did, I climbed the stairs behind him looking back at the hotel's owner, with a smile that said, 'Yes I am willing if you are'.
We got into the room and I sat on the bed, not quite a double but slightly larger than a single, 'Do you want to', he stopped at the final word, perhaps a little apprehensive to say it in case his wild dream came to an end and I ran out, but I just smiled, 'We can talk, there is time for that later', I replied, getting up off the bed and removing my coat, just to show I was relaxed.
He swallowed hard, perhaps still disbelieving he was with me, or maybe in shock at being with the living blood, a reincarnation of a period of his life he never thought would come around again.
I went back to the bed and slipped off my shoes, hiked my black dress a little higher and relaxed on the bed, showing my stockings, 'Tell me more about her', I started, noting he was staring at my exposed thigh top, 'and you'.
The fact that I deliberately let my dress ride a little higher and made attempt to rescue it from from its descent down my long thighs, made him swallow hard again, I began to mentally wonder if another part of him was hardening, I was getting warm under my own collar and was beginning to think at crossed purposes, mummies final nail being hammered into her coffin, her lover nailing her daughter on the same day.
He could see in my face I was weighing up possibilities, 'What are you thinking'?
'I am thinking about you and my mother together', he licked his thin lips again.
'In what way', he asked.
I looked at him, he was seated towards the foot of the bed where I now lay, I knew he could see my stocking tops and the curvature of my buttocks, with my black panties hugging tightly beneath them, disappearing between those girlish soft pillows, the flimsy mesh netting showing the faintest of lines, formed by my labia, which I could feel swell with blood, my eyes shifted from him to the mirror, where my reflection excited me as much as him.
I rolled onto my side to face him, 'Oh will he find me as much fun as her', I replied?
'Your mother had an insatiable appetite for sex, she fell in love with it, and used to phone me for quickies', I smiled, it's amazing what you find out from others about your parents.
'What kind of sex did you guys do'?
He drew his tongue across his lips again, and I saw his eyes dart to my bum again, 'Shall I open my legs again and let you see me down there', I asked him, kind of hoping he would say yes, which he did?
I was on my left side, so I raised my right knee and exposed my crotch to his full view, this time he could follow the curvature of my crotch, the meshing of my gusset showing the tell-tail sign of wetness, he could see I was ready for him.
He stood up and took the few steps to the beds edge, sat down and touched me, my thigh closed around his hand as it rested there, 'You need a fuck young lady'.
My lower body was in raptures, moving on its own accord as his fingers stroked my wet mesh covered labia, 'turn onto your back and spread em'!
I did as he bade, my thighs at right angles, my pussy wide open, the mesh gave way to his fingers as he thrust into me, he finger fucked as he sat there staring at me, humping his fingers, 'You are a bad girl, just like mummy', he murmured, his well oiled finger prodding my tight anus, I involuntarily raised myself to accommodate him, something of a sneer came across his lower face as I relaxed and sank down onto it, I had to close my eyes as he brought me off with three fingers buried deep into me like a reciprocating engine, the top two in my pussy feeding and oiling the lower one up my ass, maybe this was what I really wanted, I closed my eyes and let him bring me off.
I lay on my side in the fetal position, my body still convulsing from the powerful release I had just experienced, while he sat looking down on his handiwork, no doubt congratulating himself in his ability to make girls cum so easily.
I composed myself and asked him if he wanted me to do him, he got up and started to take his clothes off, and as each part of him was exposed to me, I wondered what my mother thoughts as she looked at the younger him, no doubt he mouth would have dropped open once his cock came into view, I know mine did, 'You like that', he asked me, I smiled weakly, 'she did too'?
I got up and finished undressing, standing completely naked in front of him, 'You know what rimming a guy means'? I nodded I did, to which he simply replied, 'Good', and he knelt on the edge of the bed and went around to his upturned ass and started to lick along the inside of his buttock, my tongue tracing his hairy anus with moist saliva trails, up past his crinkly opening, along his scrotum, and lapping his heavy loose testicles, and all the up along the back of his dick and finally into my mouth, where I sucked on his cock's head.
'Oh fuck', he moaned over and over as I repeated my well worked routine of cock sucking, stopping occasionally to suck each testicle in turn into my mouth, and graze it with my teeth, before lapping his shaft as if licking a lollipop, spitting directly into his puckered anus and plunging my rigid tongue in after it, a few wriggles then my finger, this mixture of anal delights brought him close to release, but I wanted to hold him there a little longer, as my mothers name escaped his lips, he must have thought of her again and this was exciting to know, so I persevered in resurrecting her memory through sex, but like most things in life, it has a limit, and his cum shooting onto my naked body ended our first introduction to our naked forms, it would be in the early hours of the morning I would be awoken to his penetrative sex, as he took me from behind, and again there was no complaining from my side.
I was awoken in the morning with someone knocking on the room door, I turned to find him gone, and got out of bed and asked, 'Who was there'?
It was the hotel owner, 'I have something for you', he said, and I opened the door, just a little and peered out with tired eyes, 'The old gentleman left this for you'.
He was trying to see into the room, but I saw he was holding a box and suddenly I thought it might be photographs or letters, so I opened the door a little more to retrieve it, not really caring I was showing him too much of myself, just tearing at the paper wrapping.
I was standing naked in front of him, staring at the box uncovered once the wrapping was taken off, my mouth hung open again, 'You are very beautiful', he said, but I did not reply, his hands touched me intimately, and still I did nothing to stop him, all I looked at was in my hands, a bottle of expensive Dom Perignon Champagne, he pushed me back onto the bed, the fuck was quick and uneventful, the shock of my fathers last quest, he must have known it was me, surely.
I checked out, the bill duly paid with my willingness to submit to the quickie, something my ungracious father failed to mention to me, no he offered me to him, and I duly paid.
Love Mariel.
There was no missing the Eastern aspect, as the warm balmy nights in Singapore, was as far east as you could get, from a wet cold Scandinavian country like Sweden.
It was where my Grandfather taught at a renowned collage, now an established University, and my mother was schooled as a young teenager, around thirteen, 'Of course', she would say, 'we were all acting older than we were, competing with Thai's who were older, but looked as young as we were, so competition was stiff, but not as stiff as the mens cocks we fought over'.
My introduction to sex was mother's sex stories. She was a great story teller and I had difficulty in separating fact from fantasy, her fist dabbling in alcohol, was 'Dom Perignon Champagne', 'a sure thigh opener', she would say in a hushed tone, as if someone could overhear her admitting to spreading them to the owner of the bottle from which the lubrication flowed.
In truth as I grew older I just got to understand that back then, girls were horny for men, and the steamy environment of Singapore provided women whose main object in life was to have fun, earn money, and where everything men wanted they got, mommy and her friends enjoyed high society, clubs and five star restaurants, and all they had to do was fuck rich oil workers, who in return, got to fuck willing schoolgirls, the category that my dear mother fell into.
I sat at the back in a pew staring down the long aisle at the lonely mahogany box surrounded by beautiful bouquets and wreaths, and having read the cards, recognized some of the characters from her stories, each time stopping with a heavy heart to look at the box with her inside, and this is how it all ends up.
I had never met any of the characters in mothers life as she had moved back home and finished her education here in Sweden, pregnant with me, so was my father etchings on the cards I read here in the church, looking at me, the product of his loins passion lubricated by the golden bubbles of the Dom he poured her that night, I scanned the faces of the men, wondering which one had enjoyed the pleasures of a girl and filled her with fertile semen which would change the course of our family history, a thirteen year old girl being pregnant in a country like Singapore, could see the parents prosecuted, hence moving back to Sweden.
I was the same age as mother and I wondered if he could see a comparative resemblance in me, we did look alike in many of her photographs so could only pray and wonder.
At the end of the ceremony I stood in line with others from our extended family and thanked the long line of friends and acquaintances of mothers past life, of which a couple of men took a shine to me, remarking about seeing mother in me, to which I smiled and squeezed their hands, at least that last gesture might stir their memories of a girl a generation ago, what the fuck, I wanted to know.
'Do you have an email', I asked one of the three men who remarked on the resemblance between my mother and me. He was in his early fifties, pot bellied and looked like a Christmas tree, with gold trinkets hanging from his wrists and neck.
'Sorry', he replied, 'never really got into it', he continued apologetically, but his excitement was palatable, no doubt being confronted by the living image of something he never thought he would experience again, men back then in that environment having sex with girls was something both i*****l but highly savored, at least they probably looked better, thus making it easier for the girls to entertain sex with them, but now in their dotage, I held the cards, and somehow this knowledge excited me, I was talking to a man who bedded my mother, and somehow I had a weird attraction to him, the mother daughter thing, I could see he was thinking about her and me in the same train of thought, 'Is she like her mother'?
'I want to know more about my mother'?
His eyes sparked at the thought or memory, 'She was a wild one back then', he replied, and I noted his tongue moisten his thin lips, he was focusing on my own mouth, a so I purposely moistened my own lips, surreptitiously, and let them hang slightly parted, in an open invitation to a warm moist cavity, like my mothers did as he slid his cock into hers, for a gratuitous blow job.
He spoke in glowing terms about her, his eyes were distant as he recalled his first sighting and eventual interactions, 'She was really keen on this one bloke', he said distantly, 'My father', shot through my head, suddenly I began to realize a name would be mentioned, but I kept my inner excitement to myself, I wanted more information, this was like listening to mothers tales of passion and sex, but only from another point of view, and my hunger had not gone unnoticed.
'I need to get going soon', he suddenly blurted out, the sudden end to our conversation left me a little bereft, it was getting interesting, and he somehow sensed that, I dont know if he was feeling uncomfortable about admitting to u******e sex with a girl, to her daughter, somehow I felt he did not, because men who dip into those forbidden pleasures never forget those feelings, that's why when they are caught they sign registrars and are banned from liaisons with them, girls like me that is, so I simply said, 'Don't go', his eyes widened, 'I think you will find more to my mother in me than you think', there I said it.
His stare was intense, is it possible life was throwing him one more throw of the dice, I was offering him another opportunity to relive that long forgotten pleasure, not in so many words, but soft breasts and buttocks, and a willingness to let him explore further was on an open invitation.
We drove out of town and went down to a small village where there was a bed and breakfast, 'Don't you think they will miss you at the reception'?
He asked me with reserved conviction, 'Would you prefer me to go or be here with you'?
He just smiled, I could feel his tongue licking my pussy as we drove into the back courtyard, this B&B was a well known 'Knocking shop', for one nighters, looking for a bed to fuck on, but the look on the owners face when he saw me and him together, spoke volumes on what flashed through his mind, I acknowledged his lusting with a smile, I seemed to be in the mood for this and my body was reacting just as my mothers possibly did, I climbed the stairs behind him looking back at the hotel's owner, with a smile that said, 'Yes I am willing if you are'.
We got into the room and I sat on the bed, not quite a double but slightly larger than a single, 'Do you want to', he stopped at the final word, perhaps a little apprehensive to say it in case his wild dream came to an end and I ran out, but I just smiled, 'We can talk, there is time for that later', I replied, getting up off the bed and removing my coat, just to show I was relaxed.
He swallowed hard, perhaps still disbelieving he was with me, or maybe in shock at being with the living blood, a reincarnation of a period of his life he never thought would come around again.
I went back to the bed and slipped off my shoes, hiked my black dress a little higher and relaxed on the bed, showing my stockings, 'Tell me more about her', I started, noting he was staring at my exposed thigh top, 'and you'.
The fact that I deliberately let my dress ride a little higher and made attempt to rescue it from from its descent down my long thighs, made him swallow hard again, I began to mentally wonder if another part of him was hardening, I was getting warm under my own collar and was beginning to think at crossed purposes, mummies final nail being hammered into her coffin, her lover nailing her daughter on the same day.
He could see in my face I was weighing up possibilities, 'What are you thinking'?
'I am thinking about you and my mother together', he licked his thin lips again.
'In what way', he asked.
I looked at him, he was seated towards the foot of the bed where I now lay, I knew he could see my stocking tops and the curvature of my buttocks, with my black panties hugging tightly beneath them, disappearing between those girlish soft pillows, the flimsy mesh netting showing the faintest of lines, formed by my labia, which I could feel swell with blood, my eyes shifted from him to the mirror, where my reflection excited me as much as him.
I rolled onto my side to face him, 'Oh will he find me as much fun as her', I replied?
'Your mother had an insatiable appetite for sex, she fell in love with it, and used to phone me for quickies', I smiled, it's amazing what you find out from others about your parents.
'What kind of sex did you guys do'?
He drew his tongue across his lips again, and I saw his eyes dart to my bum again, 'Shall I open my legs again and let you see me down there', I asked him, kind of hoping he would say yes, which he did?
I was on my left side, so I raised my right knee and exposed my crotch to his full view, this time he could follow the curvature of my crotch, the meshing of my gusset showing the tell-tail sign of wetness, he could see I was ready for him.
He stood up and took the few steps to the beds edge, sat down and touched me, my thigh closed around his hand as it rested there, 'You need a fuck young lady'.
My lower body was in raptures, moving on its own accord as his fingers stroked my wet mesh covered labia, 'turn onto your back and spread em'!
I did as he bade, my thighs at right angles, my pussy wide open, the mesh gave way to his fingers as he thrust into me, he finger fucked as he sat there staring at me, humping his fingers, 'You are a bad girl, just like mummy', he murmured, his well oiled finger prodding my tight anus, I involuntarily raised myself to accommodate him, something of a sneer came across his lower face as I relaxed and sank down onto it, I had to close my eyes as he brought me off with three fingers buried deep into me like a reciprocating engine, the top two in my pussy feeding and oiling the lower one up my ass, maybe this was what I really wanted, I closed my eyes and let him bring me off.
I lay on my side in the fetal position, my body still convulsing from the powerful release I had just experienced, while he sat looking down on his handiwork, no doubt congratulating himself in his ability to make girls cum so easily.
I composed myself and asked him if he wanted me to do him, he got up and started to take his clothes off, and as each part of him was exposed to me, I wondered what my mother thoughts as she looked at the younger him, no doubt he mouth would have dropped open once his cock came into view, I know mine did, 'You like that', he asked me, I smiled weakly, 'she did too'?
I got up and finished undressing, standing completely naked in front of him, 'You know what rimming a guy means'? I nodded I did, to which he simply replied, 'Good', and he knelt on the edge of the bed and went around to his upturned ass and started to lick along the inside of his buttock, my tongue tracing his hairy anus with moist saliva trails, up past his crinkly opening, along his scrotum, and lapping his heavy loose testicles, and all the up along the back of his dick and finally into my mouth, where I sucked on his cock's head.
'Oh fuck', he moaned over and over as I repeated my well worked routine of cock sucking, stopping occasionally to suck each testicle in turn into my mouth, and graze it with my teeth, before lapping his shaft as if licking a lollipop, spitting directly into his puckered anus and plunging my rigid tongue in after it, a few wriggles then my finger, this mixture of anal delights brought him close to release, but I wanted to hold him there a little longer, as my mothers name escaped his lips, he must have thought of her again and this was exciting to know, so I persevered in resurrecting her memory through sex, but like most things in life, it has a limit, and his cum shooting onto my naked body ended our first introduction to our naked forms, it would be in the early hours of the morning I would be awoken to his penetrative sex, as he took me from behind, and again there was no complaining from my side.
I was awoken in the morning with someone knocking on the room door, I turned to find him gone, and got out of bed and asked, 'Who was there'?
It was the hotel owner, 'I have something for you', he said, and I opened the door, just a little and peered out with tired eyes, 'The old gentleman left this for you'.
He was trying to see into the room, but I saw he was holding a box and suddenly I thought it might be photographs or letters, so I opened the door a little more to retrieve it, not really caring I was showing him too much of myself, just tearing at the paper wrapping.
I was standing naked in front of him, staring at the box uncovered once the wrapping was taken off, my mouth hung open again, 'You are very beautiful', he said, but I did not reply, his hands touched me intimately, and still I did nothing to stop him, all I looked at was in my hands, a bottle of expensive Dom Perignon Champagne, he pushed me back onto the bed, the fuck was quick and uneventful, the shock of my fathers last quest, he must have known it was me, surely.
I checked out, the bill duly paid with my willingness to submit to the quickie, something my ungracious father failed to mention to me, no he offered me to him, and I duly paid.
Love Mariel.
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