Ignorance Is No Excuse
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There was an old lady who lay
With her legs wide apart in the hay,
Then, calling the ploughman,
She said, "Do it now, man!
Don't wait till your hair has turned gray."
Do you know the feeling when you want something, so bad that you even dream about it, but know you should never have it? Can you imagine the anguish to undergo a temptation so real that you actually have dreams while being fully awake? Now consider that this torture lasts for years, the desires strengthening so that you feared for both your sanity or that you may actually give in to the temptations.
If you understand a part of what I wrote above you may be empathetic enough to understand my situation. Then again you may curse me for being a weak willed fool. Or perhaps even the lowest of sluts.
Read on and you shall discover the ails of my life.
I can not blame my son you see - as we both are tortured by the same desires. Yet in him, there is no pretence at morals or of right and wrong. Given just a moments weakness on my part I doubt it not that he would plunge himself into my body wearing only a content smile of the conquerer.
Oh how I longed to see that look upon him.
When my son Robert was younger, he and I had a wonderful loving relationship. We were more like pals than a mother and her child. Hugs and kisses were frequent as was innocent wrestling and playing games and toys. We were a family, the two of us - his father having left me before Robert was born.
It was the week before my son's sixteenth birthday that our relationship changed. He came home well past midnight and I confronted him angrily for breaking his curfew, though it was mostly for causing me to worry unnecessarily. So angry was I that I followed him up to his room, yelling mindlessly, when he turned and firmly asked, "Do you really want to know what I was doing mother?"
He had not called me mother before that night, but it was the least of my allusions about love, home and family to be altered that evening. I nodded, suddenly feeling dread.
"After the game Mary and I fucked." Mary was, I thought, his platonic female friend. Obviously I was wrong - they were more, much more. Why had I not realized what my son was growing into? A man.
My son was an adult and I could not find any words but felt hurt in my soul at the loss of what had been.
"Want to know something else mother?"
There was more? I did not have time to say a word before he said in a rush, "The whole time I was with her I could not help but think of you!" It was said in such an accusatory way that I felt hurt as well as numb at the realization.
Robert then pushed me from his room and slammed the door in my face.
That was when it started. At first an embarrassment to the both of us, little was said. But within the next year it was I that changed and though Robert never openly spoke a word about his feelings toward me, I could see in his frequent gaze, the longing within.
The first time I confronted myself was when I realized that I was jealous toward my son when he went out on dates. Dates that cumulated in sexual congress there was no doubt. Then there was the finding of my soiled undergarments in his room - not even an attempt was made to hide the new wet stains that were added to them - in fact I did not mind and, hell, felt more than a little flattered.
Since the day Robert's dad had left me, my son had been the only male in my life. There were times that I longed for a man, any man, but I learnt to dispel these urges harshly with a trusty dildo and my fingers. Yes, I am not embarrassed to admit, that I'm an avid masturbator. Once, often twice a day I masturbate very aggressive and always with the face of my son as my tormentor in fantasy.
Yes, my son pleasured me in my dreams. It was not such a leap to bring him into my private thoughts - considering how he came unbidden to my nightly erotic dreams. Initially, I thought it wiser to allow my son into my fantasies rather than the unthinkable act of reality.
It was the only sexual relief I allowed myself, allowed between Robert and I that first year after his revelation.
There were other things as well - like the fact that I joined a ladies gym and worked out three times a week. After, nearly, a year my body was toning up and some of the extra age-weight was gone. I was only doing it to feel good, I told myself again and again.
Then there was the way I dressed. You see I had known what my son enjoyed when he looked upon a woman, what clothing turned his eye, what body part drew his interest before any other. I started to dress this way, completely unconsciously, I assure you, in the beginning. Short skirts and dresses became normal, even around the house. The working out had helped and my legs, often encased in nylon or silk, were tempered to the perfection that I knew drew my son's eye.
"Why do you never date mom?"
I stopped eating my supper and looked up at my son. It was almost a year, to the day, that my son's lust was thrust upon me. Could I tell him that after the experience of being hurt by his father that I trusted no other male - but him. Should I tell him that there was only one man in my life and that had always been enough.
No, I couldn't say a word. Rather, after a short pause, ignored the question and kept eating.
Robert, though, persisted, "Do you hate men mom?"
I looked up into his eyes and read what he was really asking, if I hated him. "No honey, of course not." I could not reveal that I distrusted all men but him.
"Then why don't you date? Why have you not gotten married?"
A weakness in me caused me to blurt out, "Because I have never found anyone as wonderful as you dear."
There... what needed to be said had been voiced.
He stared at me for a long while before he asked, "So if I was not your son... ?"
The question struck me like a physical blow - was it true, if Robert had been a neighbour he and I would be living some of the bawdy fantasies I imagined each and every day?
No - if he had been a neighbour, there would not be the intimacy that lay between us as it was now. Even without the obvious sexual tension that lay in our home, we had been a close and loving family of two.
I returned to my food and Robert did not say another word on the subject - but I saw that he had surmised an answer to the last question. It was based on this assumption that our relationship changed from that day to now. Oh certainly, we had a new strain between us in that year previous, but we still cared and loved each other and as the sexual tensions were ignored, we were the same as we had always been.
The next day started with a quick kiss and a squeeze of my covered breast by my son - and before I could complain at this common use of his mother he had left quickly for school. That left me with the memory of his hand and a day of dark erotic thoughts that left me swooning.
The next year was the harsh temptations that I spoke about. The longing for what was greatly desired within my only son.
His hands would reach out to touch me again and again, nearly any time we were near. If they trailed too long on my person I would remove the offending hand. Yet in weeks after that first grope, my son had felt every inch of my body - aways above my clothing. He loved to fondle my nylon covered legs or grasp my meaty breasts, while making obvious and loud noises of his lust.
Then there was the pressing of his hard manhood against me, always above our clothing and mostly upon my lower stomach or against the cheeks of my ass as he hugged me from the front and back respectively.
In all that time I never broached the subject, told him to stop feeling up his mother or to treat me with the respect that a parent should get from their child. No, I enjoyed the touches. Very much actually. I was lusted after by the only man that mattered to me and if I could not give him the ultimate consummation of our mutual lust then a feel of his hand or a press of his hard groin did not seem that unwarranted.
Then there was the kisses. Definitely not like a mother and son and they were magnificent. He had obviously been practising for years before I was introduced to this perfection of our love. It was only thing I openly admitted to enjoying with him, it was the only thing I requested from him as often as I may. He could feel my ass and breasts, and even press his hand upward into my groin for lengthy periods while we kissed. It mattered not when our lips make passionate love. Our tongues duelled, his winning every time, our hot moist lips wide and hungry, our hot breath soon filling our heads so that they swam with lust.
Our relationship changed quite a bit in the last year as well - we were more open and loving than at any time in the last decade. We talked about everything - everything but his hands upon me, my constant requests for his lips or the open admiring and, dare I say it, proud looks of my clothed body.
The only contention between us, the one thing that I hated and which he ignored was the girls in my son's life. Yes, Robert's mother is a jealous and possessive woman. Even if I could not give him what he wanted, what I even wanted, I hated the fact that he had a steady stream of girls at his whim.
He knew of my jealously, even without me saying a word. It was the only defiant act on his part as he never made a move to hide who he dated or even what he did on those dates. Yes, he would tell me the next day how a girl sucked him, how he found out that her breasts were really a tissue filled brassiere, or how she just lay as he fucked her. It was wicked of him to do - but I thought this was another method on his part to seduce me, with the painful images of my jealousy. It did have a side affect though; I soon learnt how and what my son liked sexually and my images were filled with all the things he desired.
Robert did do one thing I asked thankfully, he never brought one of his girls home. That would be a most painful torture I feared.
The present was more of the same, of laughter and groping touches and wet lips. The only change was that Robert would now ask me directly if I wanted him to come to my bed at night. He would ask if I knew how much he loved me and wanted to help me - by licking me till I orgasmed again and again... nothing else he would promise. Some comments and requests were loving and tender - these were not any less appealing than the bawdy quick comments. How about a quick blow job mom? Or even the frequent unplanned comment, you have the sexiest legs mom!
Then there was the common thread of my sons true wishes for the sexual relationship that he desired. The evidence I ignored for months but near the end of that year, I knew he did not desire me as a girlfriend, wife or even an infrequently lover. My son wanted me as a full time toy, a sexual pet - a slave. I could not control the same desires within my fantasies - yet they were so strong a desire that they overtook my initial humiliation so that I knelt willingly to my son in each self-satisfying session. I guessed that it was the ultimate in degradation - to be a woman in the modern era, a mother and even a responsible caring person - to have to change ones life so drastically, to give up all choice was extremely appealing to me, as long as it was done with the only person I loved and trusted.
I'm not a machine that can be felt up for over a year, to be openly told how my son wanted to use me, how he wanted nothing more than to be in my body - any of my three orifices. And do you want to know something else - I wanted it too! It was torture in the extreme. Now, when I masturbated, usually three to four times a day but it never seemed to still the sexual throbbing between my legs, I would cry in self pity afterwards. Not for the madness of desire did I cry but the fact that I could not allow myself to give into my son - and I prayed to be a weaker individual. I imagined that I was going mad with the duality of lust and desire for someone all my morals told me I could not have!
It was at this time that I grasped at my son's fast approaching high school graduation as a form of reprieve from my sexual madness. You see, I encouraged a University far from home - he would have to move. Yes I hated the thought of being torn from the only other close person in my life, my son. Yet the separation would give him time to find a girl that could satisfy his lust, so that he did not need to bed anything that spread its legs, so that he would not pursue me so viciously. For me, I wanted the time to cool off - to try to stop the throbbing in my loins by distancing myself from the source. I even contemplated seeing a shrink, perhaps to help me understand my feelings and thus, give me the strength to not succumb even to the fantasies.
There was two things that would change the rest of our lives; my mother, Roberts maternal grandmother was coming for a two week visit, and a off the cuff comment I made to my son the day before she arrived.
Having just parted in a lengthy kiss, my head was still spinning and my groin hot and throbbing when Robert asked, "Shall I skip school so I can spend the day giving you want you need mother?" As normal, he wore that half smile that tormented me.
I returned the banter playfully, "If we did that Robert, your grandmother would know all after but a single glance!"
He reached out and gently grasped one of my breasts while I swooned at the touch. Robert turned serious and said, "I want you mother. Tell me what I need to do to have you?"
I knew it - but I loved him for saying it. As always!
As was common in the last months, he would proposition me and I would give him a price for my lust - something ludicrous and outrageous. It was my way of keeping him at bay while preserving our loving relationship. Perhaps I'm as much of a fool as you may be thinking right now. Regardless this was a moment not uncommon in our home.
Gently I pulled his hand from my breast with my own - no malicious intent was intended and Robert, so long used to me pulling his hands from his mothers body barely even gave a thought to it.
Then I said it and it would become my bane for years to come. With a playful smile I offered, "I'll be the woman you want Robert if you...", I thought about some new outrageous and completely impossible task, "... turn your grandmother into your sex slave during her visit."
I was waiting for his playful defeated laugh, knowing the impossibility of my offer. You need to understand my mother - which I will describe later.
Robert didn't react as I had predicted, but turned all serious and stood there looking at me as if measuring what I had just said. I felt my self-assurance dissipate even though my head repeated that there was no possible way my son and my mother could ever... do that! Just the mere thought of such a thing was ludicrous - did Robert really think it was possible?
My son nodded gently and then calmly said, "I'll agree to your terms mother." Only a few weeks ago, when my mother had wrote to tell us of her intended schedule - my son had commented on the accompanying picture, "Wow mom, grandma is a looker!" I ignored the stab of jealousy.
I laughed suddenly, my head moving back and forth with my mouth open in troubled confusion.
"I turn grandma into my slave in the two weeks that she is here and then I get you as well?"
He had to see the impossibility of it all?
"I'm going to give it a go mom! I expect you to live up to the terms though."
The terms? That I would become my son's slave as well? My mother and I, Roberts sex toys?
It was like the beginning of a dark uncontrollable dream.
Robert suddenly smiled widely and turned about to leave the room, the deal, at least to him, agreed upon.
In the future I would think back to that day and that short conversation and both thank god as well as curse him for a fool I had been.
My mother and I had only returned to a mother-daughter relationship after years of silence. You see, mother did not want me to continue the pregnancy when she was told of it - at least not alone. Not only had I gotten pregnant out of wedlock but I had no intention of finding a man to marry to support me or the child. She was horrified. There was lots of screaming, threats and finally a separation.
She had not even seen her grandson until he was thirteen years old, and then only in pictures. Robert and I had visited my parents the last two summer vacations and I rediscovered my relationship with her.
It did not hurt that mom and dad were across the country - that they could not interfere in my life. This visit of mothers, was the first such trip to my home - leaving dad at home with his books and his ever-present pipe.
Let me describe my mother so you can appreciate a little of what was my life - outside of Robert and my relationship. She was a strong cold woman that needed to control all those around her. Her hair may have gone white and there was lines about her face but she can still use her well-trained smile to turn a male head to her whim. Be that a waiter at the restaurant or a ticket person at the airport. Then there was the religion; mother was the matriarch of their community church, the female version of their deacon. She controlled it all - and demanded pious and submission in all about her.
The only reason, that I guessed, she had been willing to ignore our past differences and restart our relationship was for her grandson. It worried me that she was coming to visit for two weeks but I was resolved to endure all... also for my son. That was before my son and I made that horrendous agreement and now I feared that he may alienate and disgust my mother with some bawdy advances.
That night I lay in bed and considered taking that fateful step and welcome my own son into my bed if only so that he does not embarrass us with my mother. I am not sure if it was lucky or not that I fell asleep before a decision could be made.
The next day was surreal - mother giving Robert and I chaste peeks, commenting about how well we looking physically, then immediately tearing into why my house was so disorganized and a mess. Ninety minutes into her visit she was reorganizing my kitchen - cleaning each and every dish before replacing it back in the cupboard.
I endured it - of course - for the sake of keeping mother in my son's life. Whom, I may add quickly made himself scarce as soon there was real work. Just like any teenager would have done.
For seven days our home was almost alien - but after the first day, also very clean and tidy. I missed the touches of my son, the hot sexy kisses, his intimate requests. Yet I was also thankful that he had seemed to forget our deal - that my mother and her grandson acted in only a proper manner, that I never saw a single action on his part that could be termed sexually suggestive or embarrassing in any way.
That is until next morning when I awoke and walked toward my bedroom door but before I opened it I heard some faint whispers from the far side of doorway, in the hall.
I pressed my ear to the hard wood but all that I could make out was that the voices were indeed my son's and his grandmothers. So I leaned down and pressed my ear to the small hole of a lock in the door - you know the kind that you rarely find in fifty year old houses but were common in turn-of-the-century homes.
The voices, though, turned into words. Listening carefully I could hear everything.
"Please stop that Robert!"
"Tell me when grandma?"
A lengthy pause, a small groan and then my mom asked, "When does she wake up?"
"Normally right about now... no, don't worry grandma, mother makes so much noise that we will hear her." They were talking about me of course. And for the record, I did not make any noise when I wake up! "Did you enjoy last night?"
A bit firmly, "You know I did Robert!" What had he done?
"You would like me to do it again wouldn't you?"
A lengthy pause and then a long drawn out sigh before my moms answer, "Yes I would."
"Then tell me when I get to fuck you grandma?"
"Robert!" Mother almost yelled this, but quickly quieted herself. "How about tonight darling?" Darling? Tonight? "What about your mother?"
Robert laughed lightly and then said, "I told you last night - every night mom uses sleeping pills to help her sleep. She'll be out until morning."
There was a lengthy pause and I heard small moans and nothing else before mother whispered, "God, you can kiss darling!"
Didn't I know it!
"I can also lick pussy pretty good can't I grandma?"
My mother giggled, a sound that I have never heard from her before, "You certainly can darling!"
"Relax grandma, mom will never know!"
I heard nothing for some time before I thought I heard my own mother grunting. "I feel so naughty darling!"
"You are naughty grandma, my naughty secret lover!" She giggled again. "A naughtily little girl that likes nothing better than to have her grandson lick her sex for an hour in the middle of the night or to finger her in the hallway like some common slut!"
"Yes... yes! Don't stop darling!" She was getting louder but I thought I could hear a sloppy sound and knew it was my son's fingers moving in and out from between his grandmothers sex.
"Oh... oh... oh... !" Then I heard a guttural squeal and knew what it signified - the sound could almost be a recording of what I heard at the end of one of my own masturbation sessions! My mother was having an orgasm.
There was more moaning and then mother was again whispering, "Do you think she heard that?" Mom sounded scared.
A short malicious laugh and my son answer, "No, she didn't hear that grandma."
More silence with low moans before Robert asked, "Tonight grandma?"
My mother did not even hesitate, "Yes darling... yes!"
I dropped slowly onto my hard wood floor and sat stunned for a very long while.
Nearly an hour later I found Robert in the kitchen eating a huge breakfast that his grandmother must have made - she being in the shower at the time. I ignored him and began to bang around the kitchen but felt his presence as my son came up behind me.
His two hands came around and grasped my chest. I roughly spun about in his arms and confronted him. "I make noise when I wake up huh?"
Robert did what I did not expect him to do, he laughed. "I was hoping you heard." His hands dropped back to his sides.
My reaction was to stand open mouthed and stunned.
"Tonight - midnight, why don't you come down to the dining room. Be quiet though."
"To do what? The proof that you won?" I was nearly shouting. The truth of that statement had not yet sunk in.
He laughed yet again, infuriating me, "I have not won yet mom - I haven't turned grandma into my slave yet. We are just having a little fun!"
I felt like I was about to fall to the floor, my head was spinning, and my strong bold son grasped me about the waist and pulled me to him. "Rest assured mom, when I do complete our bargain that I will collect from you what is mine!" His lips pressed roughly and possessively into my own and I found myself responding in kind. My groin had been pressing into his hard thigh as if possessed.
There was a faint foreign taste that puzzled and then horrified me - it was the sexual taste of my mother. I seemed powerless to stop the kisses, the first in over a week, until Robert broke away from me and returned to his morning meal.
I worked hard at making myself scarce for the rest of the day - pleading a migraine headache. Though, randomly, throughout the day I heard distant laughter and giggles from my normally uptight mother while I lay in bed feeling sorry for myself, seething with mingled rage, humiliation and jealousy. Only infrequently I would remember our bargain and what the future entailed when my son completed his task of turning my mother into his slave. That did not seem to quench the jealous rage that coursed through my soul and I felt as if I was tumbling uncontrollably down a very big hill.
I awoke minutes before midnight - as if my conscious would not allow me the respite of even ignoring my son's offer. The clock next to my bed glowed red, and the minutes slowly passed. I could hear nothing in my home, even after the midnight scheduled time. Were they down there in the living room right now doing it? Did I really need to torment myself to watch?
This was worse, much much worse, than the tramps my son dated. Beneath my roof, my mother was getting what was rightfully mine! Lets consider that for a moment. My mother, the cold distant bitch that liked to control all the lives that touched her own. How could she be this different woman in private with my own son, her grandchild. Oh, her defence may be that he had grown up not even knowing her - and so it may not be like a grandmother-grandson relationship between them. But that was all bullshit - I for one, knew what it was like to desire the forbidden - I've endured for years. And successfully I may add. My bitch of a mother could not still her desires for only two weeks.
Something came upon me - and I realized that my son may have successfully seduced his grandmother, but that was a far cry from turning that strong willed bitch into a submissive slut. I may be 'safe' yet.
It was twelve minutes after midnight and I sat up and stared into the darkness where my door stood. Why shouldn't I go down there and watch mother degrade herself for a simple lay? I've heard how my son uses his girls many many times - why not see it with the one person in the world that I've historically hated more than any other? Sure we may now be reconciled - but what about in the future? Why should I just reveal my knowledge of what she had done with her grandson on her first trip to my home - how she had used her old chubby body and acted like a slut! I can not imagine anything that she would not give up to keep my information from the rest of her world!
So with malicious intent, and my jealousy in check, I opened my door and silently made my way down the stairs, through the kitchen and very slowly through the darkened dining room. There around the corner was the glow of the fire from the fireplace but nothing else.
Everything I considered, imagined and planned went out the door as I heard a low female moan from beyond the couch just before my mother slowly rose up to a seated position. She giggled and then I saw hands come up and pull her thick cotton nightgown apart to get at the huge white flesh orbs beneath. They were held up by my son's hands as if for my inspection, as I could see them intimately. Mother, meanwhile, had placed one hand on the back of the couch and dropped her head back on to her shoulders, eyes clamped shut.
I noticed a little movement of her body, barely noticeable in the shadows from the fire, but it was obvious that she was rotating her bottom against my son, he probably inside her.
It was not at all like I had maliciously imagined - she looked lovely and the setting was romantic. My heart was near the breaking point as I watched even though I could barely see anything.
This was how it was to be for me - I should be coupling with my son before a roaring fire not my bitch of a mother!
"Move that sexy ass grandma!" My son, unseen.
My mother began to move more aggressively, more up and down movements. She was starting to moan lightly as well, her mouth opening and closing almost silently like a fish.
"Hold your tits up slut!" She brought both her hands to hold up her breasts, the dark nipples obviously hard and distended.
My son suddenly sat up, I saw his face and his open mouth just before he latched on a big fat teat.
"Oh... yes darling... !" Mother sounded delirious, well past the point of control. Her consciousness in the blissful place that I have never truly known but had imagined.
Robert was sloppily sucking and licking those great orbs, moving from one to the other rapidly.
Her breathing was coming faster, louder and harsher.
I hated what I was seeing but could not turn away. My son wanted me for a slave - but in most respects he already had me. I stood there watching him fuck my mother and knew how much it hurt me - but Robert had asked me to watch, wanted me to stand here and see him bone his grandmother. It was like silently listening to my son tell about his latest conquest, how some girl seemed to loved sucking his cock but had almost no skill. It as torment but one that I had little ability to stop.
Then Robert's hands came up and he lifted his grandmothers thick nightgown, her arms lifting to help him. There she was suddenly, naked before my eyes.
My son slapped some hidden part of her flesh loudly and grunted, "On your knees like a dog grandma!" Her eyes opened and she looked scared - nervous but climbed off her grandson and allowed him to stand.
There he was, my son, standing naked in the shadowed light - his hard thrusting cock obviously just come from my mothers sex, as it was dripping and wet with her abundant juices.
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CuckoldAlways Keep an Open Mind“Do you ever get that feeling that you just need to find someone for a good, hot fuck?”Kate froze at the coffee machine, hand on the lever. Had she really heard what she thought she’d heard? Turning in place, she directed her best cold glare at the customer on the other side of the counter. “I beg your pardon?” she drawled slowly.The guy gave her a big, unapologetic grin. He looked normal enough: fairly young, average height, slightly shaggy dirty blond hair, in decent...
I don't know why I ever moved to The City. Short words, The City. Short, but big words for a big place, words with even bigger images of hopes and dreams with fame, fortune, and glamour waiting, only steps away for any beautiful and intelligent small town girl like me. Oh, and let's not forget the romances, with dashing and debonair men, so tall and so handsome. Men with sophisticated elegance and charm, strong men with slim tight waists and hips, broad in shoulders, clever talented men...
It was late that evening, well past dark, when Leyota tracked Jorgarn down. He was meeting with Pernice and Torbert. She wasn't surprised. "A packet arrived on a late ship from your father," she said as she handed it to Jorgarn. He saw it was addressed to Leyota but it was in Denae's handwriting. He also noticed it was unopened. "It is to you," Jorgarn said simply. Leyota didn't meet Jorgarn's eyes when she spoke. "I am wary of what it might contain," she admitted. "Wenta and I...
“Greg needs me.” Dan expected those words; he knew he would desperately need Laura being without her for almost three weeks. Dan was not at all surprised that Greg needed his lover. Dan didn’t doubt that his wife needed to be with Greg. He knew Laura hadn’t been deceitful when she said not for a month. When she set the target, not until Greg asked her to wear the red dress, she expressed her honest intent. Wasn’t there an old maxim about the road to hell being paved with good intentions? Dan...
CuckoldMaggie flew up the stairs ignoring the elevator in Nadine's town home with Alexis on her heels. The couple had been in the south of France on vacation when Murine, Nadine's assistant, had contacted them concerned about Nadine's well-being. Maggie knew it was because of Josephine. It had been over three months since Nadine's girlfriend left Paris. "I'm sure she is fine, love." Lord Alexis Bellamont had taken Maggie to the south of France to ask her hand in marriage. He knew that marrying...
PLEASE NOTE: There are references to rape and violence - and its consequences - in this story. Site etiquette stipulates that you should be warned, and I agree with that. The author abhors abuse and violence, especially sexual violence. "You're always there for me!" Marie, 150 cm in height, or an inch shy of five feet if you like it that way, needed something on a high shelf and couldn't reach it. It was the busiest time of the evening and, although she was deputy branch manager and...
Thanos was sitting naked on his throne with a bored look on his face, slouched in the seat with his elbow on the arm of the throne and with his chin on his hand, all despite the beautiful blue woman sitting nude on his lap. More accurately, Nebula was bouncing up and down on her father’s massive purple cock, her toned and defined blue stomach impossibly inflating and deflating as the beautiful alien bounced on her father’s cock. It was an obscene sight; the shaft was so big that it had no...
The downsides were that it was for the most part mind-numbingly boring work; cleaning the rooms was the worst of it, the personal hygiene of some of the guests left a lot to be desired. But the worst part was the bad attitude that a surprising number of guests seemed to hold against the maids and porters. At times she felt treated like a slave, pandering to the whimsical needs of people with more money than sense, and being barked at for the dubious privilege. Swings and roundabouts she...
Introduction: Katie would find that her first time attending to the Bridal suite would be the most eventful night of her career so far. Working at the hotel had its perks, there was no denying it, Katie got her meals free from the excellent kitchens, it paid unexpectedly well for what was basically a part-time domestic role, and she got a significant discount on rooms at any of the other four and five star hotels in the chain that were scattered around the world in far flung and exotic locales....
Always Faithful by BobNbobbi © [Author’s note: I combined chapter 31 with chapter 30 because they seemed to go together in thrust and timeframe – there will be no chapter 31, the next chapter after this will be chapter 32] Chapter Thirty – Laura Abandon’s Dan for Greg – 2 LF had scheduled a Monday evening posing the day following Laura’s return. Greg was not pleased, but he didn’t sulk. “Okay little girl, strip down and let me ravish you. I’ve missed having you while you have been off playing...
CHAPTER ONE Angela Perrini watched her husband, Dom, stuff spaghetti into his face while he watched her big, braless tits bounce as she moved around the kitchen. God, he was a handsome bastard when I married him, she thought, and always hard, always ready. Now he's ready and hard only on Friday nights, after he's slopped up enough beer before he comes home and enough Chianti at dinner. It wasn't Friday, it was Wednesday. That was why Angela was so surprised that Dom was looking at her tits with...
Always Faithful by BobNbobbi © [Author’s note: I combined chapter 31 with chapter 30 because they seemed to go together in thrust and timeframe – there will be no chapter 31, the next chapter after this will be chapter 32] Chapter Thirty - Laura Abandon’s Dan for Greg - 2 LF had scheduled a Monday evening posing the day following Laura’s return. Greg was not pleased, but he didn’t sulk. “Okay little girl, strip down and let me ravish you. I’ve missed having you while you have been off playing...
CuckoldChapter Twenty-Nine - Laura Abandon’s Dan for Greg - 1 The weather was perfect for brunch on the patio the Sunday after Greg’s birthday. “Dan, I have made a decision about my relationship with Greg. We need to talk about it.” Dan felt a chill up his spine. “You have made a decision, but we still have to talk. Is it talk time or tell time, Laura?” “We need to talk. I have made my decision, but I haven’t said anything to anyone yet. I haven’t talked to Greg about my decision. My decision isn’t...
CuckoldBY PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 You’ve probably met my best friend, Alan Davis. Alan always seemed to have a dark cloud hanging over his head. Don’t believe me? When Alan was 13, he discovered masturbating, but of course the very first time he tried it he got caught by his Mother. She walked into the bathroom, where he sat appendage in hand looking at his Father’s Playboy magazine. Mom screamed, Alan dropped the magazine and that was the end of that for a while. About a year or a year and a...
Three days before my birthday, at about 7 that night, we were getting ready for bed. We were going to bed early since we had a flight to London at 6 the next morning. Including the layovers we were going to be traveling for 20 hours. “You sure you don't want to have sex tonight?” EJ asked after he locked the doors and came into my room. “Positive,” I said crawling into bed. “But Courtney, 20 hours,” he whined. “We have to do this now. No one's here. Entire house to...
Author’s Notes: Always Faithful is a work of fiction, there is no clothing manufacturer known as Business Lady. This is the seventh post in a series of Laura’s affair with her boss, Greg, and her relationship with her husband, Dan. The last post ended with Dan and Laura on a date, Dan’s increasing involvement with the art community, and Laura’s introduction to the artists, especially Artsy, Mrs. Patron and Portrait. THREE – BEGINNINGS OF AN AFFAIR – 3-5 LAURA’S DATE A TROIS – DAN’S...
Introduction: Courtney and EJs last night in Jamaica and on the plane. We had been in Jamaica for about 2 weeks. On average, we had sex twice a day, in the morning and at night. EJ started lasting longer and now can last through 2 of my orgasms without cumming, at the least. Three days before my birthday, at about 7 that night, we were getting ready for bed. We were going to bed early since we had a flight to London at 6 the next morning. Including the layovers we were going to be traveling...
After Laura modeled all the new dresses Dan bought they retired for the night. Bed wasn’t a play pen tonight, they cuddled and slept. Bare skin molded male to female as though trying to forget and make up for two weeks estrangement. They made love in the morning with bright sun filtering through draped windows. A new day dawned for Dan, Laura and their marriage. Spring weather was cooperating on a beautiful Sunday, winter was gone and the day promised warmth. Laura suggested breakfast on their...
CuckoldAlways Fi A Short Story By Maryanne Peters There was no voice. With a buzz the gates swung open and the cab continued up the drive to the large house. It was impressive. Large columns beside the entrance. Two storeys with attic rooms visible. Wings extended either side. A fountain in the forecourt. At least one of us has done well, Gary thought to himself. He wondered for a moment whether his war buddy would meet him on the step, or whether he would have to ring the bell....
By rutger5 Copyright 2016 “Oh, my, my. Mr. McCoy, she’s back again.” “Huh, what’s that Louella? Who’s back? What are you going on about?” “It’s poor Miss Johnson. She’s walking back and forth in front of the bus station and she’s carrying that suitcase again. Oh dear me, the poor thing.” Mr. McCoy put down the merchandise he was marking with the price gun and walked over to the large plate glass window to look out. Sure enough there she was, pacing back and forth while...
“Me too,” EJ agreed. “Wait.” He stopped me before I put on my panties. “What?” I asked confused. “Lay back down, really quick.” I did what he said, still looking at him confused. He opened my legs and bent over my pussy. He kissed my outer lips and licked all over me. “Mmhmmm,” I moaned. He sucked my clit into his mouth. I put my legs on his shoulder. He pushed two fingers into me. I started to have an orgasm. I pushed my pussy into his mouth as I arched my back. “EJ,” I...
Introduction: I appreciate the feedback. Hope to get more. This is EJ and Courtneys journey. I really liked it that time, I said. I got up to start putting on my clothes. Me too, EJ agreed. Wait. He stopped me before I put on my panties. What? I asked confused. Lay back down, really quick. I did what he said, still looking at him confused. He opened my legs and bent over my pussy. He kissed my outer lips and licked all over me. Mmhmmm, I moaned. He sucked my clit into his mouth. I put my...
Author’s Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction, no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author’s knowledge, there is no women’s clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. Always Faithful is about half complete and this fourth section tells a story of the most troubling year Laura and Dan face in their married life. Because of its length, this part of the story will be segmented as was three. * Four — Year of Turmoil — 4.1 Laura at Business...
Chapter Twenty-Three - Laura with Dan, Plus Artsy Dan answered the telephone in the middle of the third ring: Hi Baby, I am just calling to confirm my travel plans . . . Yes, I am still on the red eye . . . I will see you Thursday morning before you go to work . . . I love you too, Baby. Save a kiss for me and maybe a little bit more. Bye bye. The red eye flight that carried Laura home from San Francisco left on time and benefited from a tail wind. Hers was the first plane to...
CuckoldChapter Eighteen - New Years Eve and Beyond Laura was almost ready to leave; she gave Dan her rings. “I am glad you are going out with Artsy and your friends. I would feel guilty about you being alone on New Year’s Eve.” “My wife says she would feel guilty about going with her lover as she gives back her wedding rings.” “You know what I mean Baby. I love you.” “I’m just teasing; I love you, and I know you love me too.” “I don’t know how long I will be gone, more than just the holiday though. I...
CuckoldOver the next month, Laura sat for her portrait twice a week. Laura hinted and teased both Dan and Greg about sexual activity with Portrait, but she admitted nothing. Even so, every sitting began with sex; Laura could feel his cum inside her and taste him in her mouth when she posed. When Portrait couldn’t evoke just the facial expression he wanted for that part of the painting, Laura gave him her ass as sex toy. As far as Dan knew, everything Laura said about posing was tease. She told Greg...
CuckoldAlways Faithful by BobNbobbi © Chapter Nine - Laura Changes Life At home during the week, life was just as rosy. Dan got his welcome home kiss every night with the same full passion he had become accustomed to these past few months. He was used to tasting Greg on his wife’s breath by now, it was there three times during the week. The only times he missed her lover’s cum on her breath were the two nights Laura didn’t get home until shortly after seven. Dan had sex with Laura those nights just...
CuckoldAlways Daddy's GirlbyMisterReason©Ed Green turned off the car and sat behind the wheel for a minute, looking up at the split level house and in particular at the window at the far right. There was a faint night light on in there, like there always had been, only after tonight the room would be dark.The room was Ed's daughter Brenda's, and tomorrow night at this time she would no longer be Brenda Green, because tomorrow evening she would be getting married and would become Brenda Pearson. Her...
*Author's Note* This is my first story so please provide feedback (good and bad) If my writing is intolerable tell me so I can spare you all from reading anymore *The Night Watchman* Always Read the Fine Print Madam Evette's Massage Parlor is the oldest parlor in Miami, though despite its name it doesn't participate in the world's oldest profession. Madam Evette prides herself on offering the deepest most soothing massages in the world, so much, so she guarantees you...
Hidden away in an empty freshman classroom in the Universit? de Paris, a high school student busied herself in front of a chalkboard. She had just completed most of her calculations based upon Friedmann's equations that covered the expansion of space in homogeneous and isotropic models of the universe. The basis of the equations came from Einstein's theory of relativity. The mathematician was also hailed as a genius in this world. The calculations were nothing earth shattering of course, ...
‘Do you ever get that feeling that you just need to find someone for a good, hot fuck?’ Kate froze at the coffee machine, hand on the lever. Had she really heard what she thought she’d heard? Turning in place, she directed her best cold glare at the customer on the other side of the counter. ‘I beg your pardon?’ she drawled slowly. The guy gave her a big, unapologetic grin. He looked normal enough: fairly young, average height, slightly shaggy dirty blond hair, in decent shape. He was wearing...
I open my eyes to sun, shrinking my pupils. It was sunrise and it was the third day of vacation. I walk on the cold wooden floor to the kitchen to see if anyone is awake in the cabin. Of course, the parents were up, making breakfast for the family. I seem to be the only kid up as i pass by the two rooms and couch where my two sisters and one of there friends were sleeping. "Good morning honey!" Mom said, stirring the eggs on the skillet. "Morning." I reply "Sleep alright?"...
I would like to thank Kayli1001 for taking the time to edit this story. ********* Always in My Life Ch. 1 His smile was so gorgeous. I think I fell in love with his smile before I fell in love with him, although I can’t say for sure because I have known Spencer my whole life, it’s just that it took me nearly two decades to realize I was completely in love with him. He was my best friend. I spent every spare minute with him, hanging out. He had this amazing ability to make me laugh even when...
Author’s Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction, no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author’s knowledge, there is no women’s clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. The prior post ended with Dan joining Laura’s BDSM play with her San Francisco neighbor. * FOUR — YEAR OF TURMOIL — 4.4 LAURA DEVOTES HERSELF TO HER SECOND HUSBAND Laura started her car, she fingered the ruby ring on her right hand before shifting to Drive. Having Dan...
Once again I would like to thank kayli1001 for editing this chapter. And also I would like to thank those who commented on the first chapter. I hope this chapter gets such a great response. Enjoy!!! ************ I didn’t move from my bed until I heard his knock on my apartment door. I practically ran to the door to let him in. His face was full of concern and fear. He was afraid of how I would react, no doubt. ‘I’m so sorry for yelling at you,’ I apologized once we were settled on the couch....
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Laura with Greg as Second Husband Laura started her car; she fingered the ruby ring on her right hand before shifting to Drive. Having Dan with me in San Francisco last week was great. Fucking with Dan and Upper Floor in the fog on the balcony excited me the way I knew it would. Strapped to that thing, strapped down, whipped, and then ass fucked by that Mario was crazy, and you loved it girl, admit it to yourself. You loved the decadence of that sex, and you loved that...
CuckoldWhen I was a teenager I was a girl scout. I didn't particularly want to be a girl scout but was made to go by my parents. So for nearly two years I was made to go every Friday night when the other girls my age were going to the local youth club disco and smoking and so on. I completely hated it. I particularly hated Richard the scout leader. He was far too nice and pleasant and supportive for his own good. So much so that he lets us scouts walk all over him. He was so nice he was all the things...
Michelle’s long, dark hair swung over her shoulders as she lifted her head up from between the spread legs of her friend. She was checking briefly to see just whose hands were on her hips, and whose cock was about to enter her from behind. Once the recognition was made, she turned her attentions swiftly back to the quivering, wet beauty that lay outstretched before her, working on the other girl as the man behind her slammed his dick inside and started to fuck her.Of course, the question of who...
Group SexAlways at the Most Inopportune Moments Caterpillar Girl Ray was sitting in the living room on a Sunday afternoon watching a preseason baseball game. His mother was in the kitchen cleaning the sink, while Stacy, her daughter, was reading a newspaper at the kitchen table. Stacy had been sore at the two of them for months. Ray had been unkind to their mother for nearly a year. He was unhappy that she had re-married after their father's death. Tina, Ray's mother, often complained...
November 1958Divorce Made for a Horny GirlLate in 1958, Vic was an eighteen-year old k** fucking as often as he could with three very hot older women, Rosemary, Marion and Margaret. The first two horny ladies were very much available since their sons had left for college. Marion, on the other hand, was always available under any circumstances.Conversely, the former Josie Scora was fucking for no one. While Vic was overly thrilled with his very active sex life, his divorced stepsister was...
The mansion had been abandoned for close to twenty-five years, after a freak accident left the daughter of wealthy industrialists dead. Instead of remaining in the house that killed their daughter, they instead chose to leave it, and moved onto parts unknown. The house went into the hands of several land developers, but for some unexplained reason, none of them ever chose to knock it down and develop the land. Eventually, one developer got fed up with the game of "Musical Deeds" that...
Something is wrong. I can feel it, sense it or whatever you want to call it but there is a problem. A problem that could end my marriage, if I don't take action. I'm Jerrod Wesley Jackson, JW to everyone but my mother and father. When either of them used my full name, I knew I had stepped over the line. I heard a lot of Jerrod Wesley Jackson in loud tones from my parents growing up. As a youngster I was very good at leaping over that imaginary line of what some called civil conduct. Nothing...
Chapter 1 Paula and I had known each other all of our lives. Our families were friends just about forever, our parents had met before either side had children. So, as far as I was concerned, Paula was just always there. I have no idea when I first saw Paula naked. It wasn't a big deal, I can tell you that. Our parents, both sides, were nudists and there were dicks and tits and pussies everywhere you looked. Now before all you horny guys get all worked up, nakedness was not a big deal. When...
It had been at least 5 months and Jennifer was still mourning the death of her one true love. Her boyfriend had died 150 days ago and it was something that Jennifer was still trying to get over. She couldn't. It was like a big hole in her heart. Jennifer had to get away from this town because it was driving her completely crazy. She was at her apartment cleaning out everything that was there. She was working on closet, which had contained their clothes. She would throw his clothes quickly down...
Denae and the Queen were discussing the festivities around the Princess' ascension when the Princess suddenly stood. "He's here," she said as she walked toward the door. "Who?" Lorida asked as she exchanged a glance with Rayna, who was also in attendance. "Jorgarn," Denae said. "It's strange. I know he is close and, if I had to guess, he is irritated." The Queen looked at her stepdaughter closely. "Then let's find him and see what causes his irritation, Dear," the Queen...
Abbie Andrews was always a kind soul. Very giving, generous, always willing to lend a hand and help a friend, and never expected anything in return. She was happy. Need a friend to help you prepare for a party? Abbie would be there in a heartbeat. Want a buddy to go see a movie with? Abbie's your girl. Moving across town and want help with some boxes? Someone to walk the dog? To paint the house? To go the park? Abbie never let anything stand in her way of helping her friends. Unless there was...
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