Oh know fucking hell here is Brendan yet again part two
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Mothering Sunday part one by T Smith
The first time Brendan Lee saw his mother naked was an epiphany for him. She was taking a bath and he had to use the toilet. As he entered the bathroom; Mrs Lee was soaping her huge breasts, paying particular attention to her extraordinary areolas. Tweaking her erect nipples. Running her fingers in a circular motion around each proud nipple, first in a clockwise motion, then anticlockwise; every now and then tugging on each nipple very hard before once more softly moaning as she caressed them for a few moments. Then starting the whole process again. All the while her progeny watched attentively as he sat dribbling piss into the pan.
Brendan had a very low attention span. His advanced mental acuity meant that
he had to have all manner of stimuli with which to sate his thirst for knowledge.
Most of the time you could not find him anywhere about the small house that he
lived in with his mother, father, aunt and two other sisters; unless of course
you knew where to look. If you were to creep quietly up to the cupboard hole
under the stairs and look through the cracks in the wooden door you would find
him. A flashlight in one hand, one of his father’s art magazines in the other.
He had stumbled upon a fabulous pantheon of epic proportions to the God of filth.
His father was obviously a devoted follower of this particular deity and had
amassed most of the hard core pornography in the Western world.
All of the books, magazines and super eight films were of a pleasingly solid ejaculation sure to follow nature. There were periodicals featuring “Naughty Nina” and her mammoth tits; who would use her mouth in a very unusual way on young men’s cocks. He wasn’t really sure of why she did this but her communicating with their bell ends was done at such close quarters that it looked as if she mistakenly thought their winkles were microphones. There was a clutch of books which seemed to be for those people with a predilection for spanking. Brendan thought how many of the hairbrushes used were of the “Denman” nylon variety. He had found several of his mother’s brushes on a high shelf; out of sight. Maybe his mum was being spanked without anyone knowing. That would explain why she always returned from uncle Pete’s with a sore arse. She walked funny and could not sit down for ages when she came home.
Brendan became more and more interested in pornography and getting a glimpse whenever he could of his sisters, his mother, even his auntie naked. It was this obsessive behaviour and the fact that he was always on the look out for glimpses of snatch, tits and arses that almost certainly led to the demise of his parents eleven years of marriage. As he was spying on one of his sister’s friends he realised the man poking her was in fact his own father. After telling his mother of what he had seen. Brendan watched his father trudge off sadly into the night never to be seen again. Over the next few years Brendan’s sexual fervour grew out of all proportion to anything else in his life until:
One night Mrs Lee got in very late and was obviously the worse for wear.
“Wwwhaatt you fucking looking at?” she slurred at Brendon as he let her in.
“Don’t you take it out on him you fucking cunt!” came the unexpected retort from
Mrs Lee’s own sister, Janice; who on hearing the commotion had gotten out of bed
at the same time as Brendan.
“It’s not his fault you haven’t got any cock tonight. Why don’t you leave him
alone?”
“Wwhhaat d’you fucking well say to me little sissster……..I’ll fucking chin you
if you don’t mind your own bastard business” And as she said these words, she
slipped down the wall that she had been leaning against since drunkenly entering
the house. She was losing conciousness at the halfway point down the wall, then
completely fast asleep before her soaking wet arse hit the vinyl flooring.
“Come here Brendan, you can sleep with me tonight sweetheart” said the big titted lovlie who was only wearing the briefest of nightdresses, her breasts and muff were clearly on view to anyone who happened to look. And she got the boy up from behind the dresser, where he had been hiding for fear of his mother striking him. They just left Mrs Lee comatose, trumpeting out huge animal like sounds that might be described as snoring and repaired to the bedroom.
As she turned the key in the door to lock them in, first Janice flicked at the light switch to bathe the room in sudden darkness, then released the string holding her see through negligee up, and let it fall to the floor. Now standing in the moonlight; her enormous tits silhouetted against the dark backdrop , fully nude she beckoned the boy towards her; an open invitation to get to grips with her beautiful body and he was quick to comply. What was going to happen here he asked himself as he moved gingerly forwards. She clasped the boy to her breasts and could feel something moving and becoming larger at his crotch area.
“Time to take the Pyjamas off I think, well, aren’t you going to take them
off Brendan, you ARE a big boy now; well judging by that bulge in the pants you
are!“ and with that she undid the draw string and removed his bottoms to show
her his quite extraordinarily large penis. The boy’s face betrayed his inner
feelings and he looked as if a deer caught in the on-coming headlights of a Mach
Truck.
“Let me stroke if for you, you would like that wouldn’t you sweetness?”
Brendan’s eyes closed as first one finger, then two, three and then the whole
hand began to roll his foreskin up and down, back then up, then back again. He
had never known pleasure like this in his eighteen years. The talons stroking
his cock were having a profound effect on his penis, it was bigger than he had
ever seen it and very hard, he thought it likely that his organ was about to
burst.
“Fucking hell, look at the size of that dick” she could not help but blurt
out as it reached it’s full length and girth. The monster cock seemed to dwarf
Brendan’s body, which was only very slight.
“D’you want me to suck it for you Honey?” she asked him rhetorically, before
dropping down onto her knees and sucking his whole length into her willing,
parted red lips. Janice was truly an expert at cocksucking, and so she should be;
having sucked, fucked, licked, been dicked, had it standing up, laying down, up
the arse, been double plugged, frugged, rimmed, fisted, twisted over a barrel,
had it against a wall, in a lift, on a green, done it between stations on a
train, screwed missionary, been buggered and just plain old shagged senseless.
All in all she could have fucked, sucked, wanked and chucked countless men’s
muck for England. And she was not yet even nineteen.
By this point Brendan could not control what was happening to him. But if he
could have done; he was sure that he wouldn’t want to. His Aunt threw her head
back, laughing loudly, then fell backwards onto the bed; parting her legs as
wide as she could, she pulled Brendan towards her vagina and forcibly pushed his
head down to where her sweet honey pot was.
“You have got to lick my cunt little man and then I will let you fuck me.”
Before he could respond his face was pressed against her cunt and his tongue was
darting in and out of her hole. Even with his face so close to her snatch, and
with his air supply becoming scarce; he continued to work on her cunt as if he
had been eating pussy for years. And not, in truth, only been tasting a woman’s
parts for about ten minutes. His young face was flushing red, as he stuck to the
task at hand. Faster and faster, his tongue probing deeper and deeper, within
her most private place. Taking her higher and higher towards sensations of such
pleasure; it was almost too much and she had to pull his face up from her minge.
“Right stick that monster dick into me Brendan and fuck me good!” And with no
fuss the boy held his solid member at his balls and with a squelching sound
entered her sopping wet fanny. This was a much, much better sensation of
pleasure than he had just had. But as was usual for Brendan with his highly
advanced emotions and mental state he took to fucking like a duck to water; and
in no time to speak of he was bashing his huge cock into his Aunt’s cunt with an
assurance that belied his very young age.
“What’sss happening Auntie I don’t know what is happening to my winkle…..” and
at that exact moment he experienced ejaculation for the very first time.
“Ooohh! That felt fantastic Auntie. Wooahhh! I liked that, although my end of my
penis is all messy and ooh look there’s a pasty stuff dribbling out of your
front bottom.”
“Here wipe yourself down, and then come into bed, it’s very late and we have
both got to get up early, I have to get the samples for my new dress over to
Molly, and you, my little soldier have to be up for college in less than three
and a half hours”
Janice snuggled up against the naked body of her sister’s off-spring and quickly
fell asleep. And as for Brendan he could hardly sleep for trying to force his
now permanently hard cock into her cunt or perhaps even her arsehole every time
she moved in any way, or tossed and turned over, so her bum was rubbing against
the boy’s penis. This went on for the next two and a half hours until her alarm
went off for the first time at six thirty eight. Just before it was due to cry
out again at six fifty two there was a loud knocking on the bedroom door.
Brendan awoke with a start from an extremely fitful sleep. In fact he thought he
had only just nodded off when he was roused by this noise at the door.
“Are you in there Brendan darling….mummy wants you up for college.” The lad
jumped out of the bed and for a split second wondered why he wasn’t wearing his
pajamas and why his Auntie was still asleep with nothing on except a pair of
ridiculous sun shades eye patches which were supposed to block out any light and
so aid restful sleep. She looked fucking lovely without her clothes on he
thought; apart from the silly eye mask thingy which made her look like the Lone
Ranger.
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June 5, 1994, Chicago, Illinois I parked the car in the reserved spot at the loft building and helped Mitsuko from the car. I took her hand and we walked to the door of the building. I let us in, then led her upstairs to the apartment. I’d stopped in on Thursday at lunch to ensure there were snacks and drinks, as well as to double-check that the cleaning service had left things as I wanted them, which they had. When we entered, I shut the door behind us, and we slipped off our shoes. “This...
Haii friends I am rohit. Age 24. Ee story 2 months back jarigindi. Nenu raju frinds. Nenu oka teacher ni denganu blackmail chesi. Tarwata roju raju ki cheppa. Vadu kuda teacher ni denge chance ivvamannadu.Nenu kudaradu annanu. Vadu chala bratimiladadu. Naku ventane oka alochana vachindi. Raju gadi chelli ni dengalani. Vaditho nee chelli ni denge chance istanante teacher ni oppista ani cheppa. Vadu no annadu tarwata roju vadu malli ide adigadu. Nenu me chelli tho kattila untadi. Nuvvu mee...
Richelle sighed with boredom as her boyfriend, Greg Mac, droned on and on about his latest car. Greg was currently doing an apprenticeship as a mechanic, which suited him just fine; cars had been his passion all his life. Normally Richelle wouldn't be seen dead with a boy from her own school, but he was making good money, and he did have a nice car. They were sitting in the car as they spoke, up at the local "make-out" point. Richelle had suggested going up there. For some reason, she'd...
Chelle had just found herself a new master, even though she had a boyfriend once she met her master Chelle just knew she could not pass up an opportunity to be stretched in every way. Her reality, her lust, her imagination and her sensuality were going to be expanded way beyond what she thought or even dreamed possible. Then there was the actual physical aspect of course underlying all the mental aspects. She would be taken from being an awkward slut to a deft whore who could serve even the...
Hellen had only been working in my office for a few weeks now but I could sense that with our flirting and sexual innuendo’s it would end up going somewhere very soon.Hellen had join my company after us chatting online and being that she was bored of her job she was more than willing to move to a different part of the country and start a new life.Our conversions in work would always end up about the things that we like sex wise and I got more and more aroused about the things that Hellen wanted...
25 year old Danny Jewel has been stuck in an unhappy marriage for a couple years, but one day, when his 18 year old sister-in-law, Hellen Bentley, moves in with him and her sister, things get interesting and they fall in love. Not soon after that, they find themselves in quite a predicament and questions start to rise. Claimer: I own these characters, no one else does. Chapter 1 Danny Knock! Knock! Knock! "Babe, can you please get that?" my wife, Wilda, called from the kitchen. Without...
IncestClaimer: I own these characters, no one else does. Chapter 1 Danny Knock! Knock! Knock! "Babe, can you please get that?" my wife, Wilda, called from the kitchen. Without answering her, I went to the door and opened it, and standing in front of me was my wife's 18 year old sister, Hellen, with a suitcase. She was wearing a crop top that showed off her smooth belly and her navel piercing, and junior hybrid dream high-rise shorts which showed off the top of her thighs. Surprisingly, almost...
IncestWendy was spending more and more time in the office, and “chatting” as she put it with Hellen or as she had now named her “Hels”, Wendy always made sure that I was out in the factory or in meetings and when I did return to the office the door would be locked or I would walk in and just catch them adjusting their clothes and I knew that the “chatting” had been good. That was when Wendy wasn’t taking Hel’s out for lunches or shopping and returning back to home in the late evenings with a broad...
Rachelle was horrified as she thought of how she had cum over and over again with a strangers (mine) cock in her married pussy, mouth and devouring and using her body. She was ashamed and guilty, how could a married preachers daughters do this! How could she fuck me and enjoy it so, when she knew it was so wrong and why did she slut herself so. It made her feel worse she had been fucking in her sisters house. But, Rachelle, also could not but get her sore pussy wet and her nipples would harden...
A hour must of passed since I had left the girls on their own I could hear the moans and groans coming from the bedroom and knew that I could not resist in re-joining them , My cock was throbbing and I want to see what Hellen and Wendy had been up too.As I stood in the doorway, Wendy was standing between Hellen’s spread upright legs her long blonde hair sticking to her face and tits and with Hellen moaning every time Wendy moved her body towards her, as I got closer I could see that Wendy had a...
The ending of Chapter 14 as a lead in: "Ray standing there getting hard watching his wife on her knees swallowing my cum and some on her face and chin and Rachelle just smiling and smirking and saying, "Laura, you and I know better and we were not raised like this!" Laura embarrassed said, "I know" and at that time I told Ray and Laura that Rachelle and I were going out for breakfast, then shopping, then for a day of play at a hotel room. We would be back late that night. Laura was not happy,...
Tonight was Rachelles last night in town at her sisters house before going home. She was going up with marks, sore and used and totally spent. She was spent from the day fucking, emotionally and physically. She talked about things she never told anyone and she got off so many times. She was a total whore now...for me. Tonight, she would be a total whore for her brother in law also.We arrived late at the house, and she walked in a mess. Hair, makeup, no panties, no bra, dried cum in her and...
“Fuck me you bastard! Fuck my ass!” Rochelle screamed as I pounded my cock deep into her back door. It had been a few weeks since our adventure at the swingers club and Jennifer and Chrissy were out of town on a cross country adventure race so I decided to take the opportunity to violate my favorite cheating wife. I had been pondering how else to use Rochelle after her bait comment at the club and my mind was filled with possibilities as my cock filled her ass. I eventually blew my cum deep...
To set the stage, starting with the ending paragraphs of Chapter 13:"As we fucked Laura, Rachelle, watched in envy and fingered herself, she cum again as Laura cum. Soon Ray filled his wife's ass with his cum and then we switched positions, and I took her ass hard, pulling hair, calling her "our slut" and I used her and degraded her in front of Ray. The things I made her say. Soon she was Cumming again and again. Next she collapsed, used and spent with a stretched ass with cum dripping from...