I Dare You by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The brisk water in the pool took the raw edge off my horniness, but it didn't really help much. My dick was still big and firm in my trunks. It got even bigger when I saw Lisa in her bikini. The thong bottom showed just how fantastic her firm teenage ass looked naked and the triangle-cup top made her ta-tas seem almost as bodacious as Mom's. Almost.
I spooned up behind Lisa near the edge of the pool and rubbed my bulge up and down between her buns.
"Hey, sailor, I thought you'd forgotten me, Billy," she said. "You and Danny haven't fucked me since this morning."
"Plenty more where that came from, Sis," I said, reaching around and cupping my hands under her huge bazongas. "Think you can take us both at once?"
"I'm dying to find out."
"Me, too."
"Wanna go for it right now? We could give it to you on that lounger over there."
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Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
I Dare You Chapters 11 and 12
I Dare You by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lisa suggested Carlotti's for lunch, and we all hopped into Dad's Rover. I drove. Mom sat beside me in the passenger seat, her big tits shimmying under a form-fitting silk blouse and her hips teaching a black cotton miniskirt the true meaning of the word curves. As we buckled in and I cranked the ignition, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you for that incredible fuck," she whispered in my ear. I glanced down: uncharacteristically, she had left the top two buttons of her blouse undone, and her monsters were swelling together out of a demi-bra, with a good four inches of cleavage leading down into paradise. My cock twitched like a boot camp grunt snapping to attention. I craned down and planted a deep, sucking kiss on the slope of each globe. She cooed and ran her fingers through my hair. I could hear Danny and Lisa nuzzling in the back seat.
I managed to get my lips and eyes off her outrageous chest and looked up at her. "Honey, you ain't felt nothing yet," I said, then I put the Rover in gear and roared down the driveway.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lisa suggested Carlotti's for lunch, and we all hopped into Dad's Rover. I drove. Mom sat beside me in the passenger seat, her big tits shimmying under a form-fitting silk blouse and her hips teaching a black cotton miniskirt the true meaning of the word curves. As we buckled in and I cranked the ignition, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you for that incredible fuck," she whispered in my ear. I glanced down: uncharacteristically, she had left the top two buttons of her blouse undone, and her monsters were swelling together out of a demi-bra, with a good four inches of cleavage leading down into paradise. My cock twitched like a boot camp grunt snapping to attention. I craned down and planted a deep, sucking kiss on the slope of each globe. She cooed and ran her fingers through my hair. I could hear Danny and Lisa nuzzling in the back seat.
I managed to get my lips and eyes off her outrageous chest and looked up at her. "Honey, you ain't felt nothing yet," I said, then I put the Rover in gear and roared down the driveway.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I Dare You Chapters 7 and 8
I Dare You by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lisa was at that time a freshman at an all-girls college a couple of hours up the coast. She came home one weekend a month and usually spent most of it fucking her prissy boyfriend at his house or in his Audi. Judging by her restless manner, Danny and I suspected the guy wasn't very good. We also suspected that she was.
On weekends at home she strutted around in tight T-shirts and pullovers that rose over her big rack like circus tents and shorts that barely covered her round ass. The sight of Mom and Lisa lounging by the pool in bikinis, lying on their backs with their Himalayan mountains rising off their chests and their hips flaring dramatically, was like gazing upon a sea goddess and her beautiful young nymphet-in-training.
One Saturday morning, a couple of weeks after the game against Hanley High, Lisa accompanied Danny and me on a jog around the lake. At school she played volleyball and lacrosse, and she was in good shape.
Her purple jog bra looked new and stiff and her big teenage tits didn't heave up and down as much as Danny and I would have liked. We copped glances anyway as the three of us trotted along the cinder path, flanking Lisa protectively like bodyguards. Her curves attracted nearly as much attention as Mom's and her youth made her seem more vulnerable.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lisa was at that time a freshman at an all-girls college a couple of hours up the coast. She came home one weekend a month and usually spent most of it fucking her prissy boyfriend at his house or in his Audi. Judging by her restless manner, Danny and I suspected the guy wasn't very good. We also suspected that she was.
On weekends at home she strutted around in tight T-shirts and pullovers that rose over her big rack like circus tents and shorts that barely covered her round ass. The sight of Mom and Lisa lounging by the pool in bikinis, lying on their backs with their Himalayan mountains rising off their chests and their hips flaring dramatically, was like gazing upon a sea goddess and her beautiful young nymphet-in-training.
One Saturday morning, a couple of weeks after the game against Hanley High, Lisa accompanied Danny and me on a jog around the lake. At school she played volleyball and lacrosse, and she was in good shape.
Her purple jog bra looked new and stiff and her big teenage tits didn't heave up and down as much as Danny and I would have liked. We copped glances anyway as the three of us trotted along the cinder path, flanking Lisa protectively like bodyguards. Her curves attracted nearly as much attention as Mom's and her youth made her seem more vulnerable.
Monday, September 26, 2011
I Dare You Chapters 5 and 6
I Dare You by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER FIVE
Life went on, of course. Danny and I tried to distract ourselves with football. The defense was allowing only 10 points a game, and by the seventh week of the season we were still undefeated. In the first half of the game against arch-rival Hanley High, I picked off a pass in the end zone and ran it back to the 40 yard line. Later, with his team trailing, Hanley's desperate quarterback threw the ball right into Danny's arms at midfield and he took it all the way in for six. I threw an illegal chop block against a tight end so Danny could get past him but none of the refs caught it.
I ran down to the end zone to knock helmets with Danny, and trotting off the field together we looked up at Mom and Dad in their usual place in the bleachers. The crowd was on its feet, and Mom was waving at us and smiling. Her hips were swaying in a pair of tight slacks and her massive tanks were lurching from side to side under a wool sweater.
"Just look at those big things bounce," Danny said, taking off his helmet. The night air was cool and steam rose from his matted hair.
CHAPTER FIVE
Life went on, of course. Danny and I tried to distract ourselves with football. The defense was allowing only 10 points a game, and by the seventh week of the season we were still undefeated. In the first half of the game against arch-rival Hanley High, I picked off a pass in the end zone and ran it back to the 40 yard line. Later, with his team trailing, Hanley's desperate quarterback threw the ball right into Danny's arms at midfield and he took it all the way in for six. I threw an illegal chop block against a tight end so Danny could get past him but none of the refs caught it.
I ran down to the end zone to knock helmets with Danny, and trotting off the field together we looked up at Mom and Dad in their usual place in the bleachers. The crowd was on its feet, and Mom was waving at us and smiling. Her hips were swaying in a pair of tight slacks and her massive tanks were lurching from side to side under a wool sweater.
"Just look at those big things bounce," Danny said, taking off his helmet. The night air was cool and steam rose from his matted hair.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
I Dare You Chapters 1 and 2
I Dare You by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER ONE
Jenny looked down between her splayed legs and I felt a slight frisson travel up her small frame. I had mounted her and my huge cock, brick-hard and straining inside a Trojan Magnum XL, was aimed at her pussy. It was a sunny Thursday afternoon in September, and we were lying naked on top of the tattered Air Force blanket on my bed. Dad was away on business, Mom was at the nail salon, my twin brother Danny was at the gym, and our sister, Lisa, was running errands. For an hour or so, Jenny and I would have the house to ourselves - - plenty of time for a good, long fuck.
I had been wanting to drill Jenny for a long time - - at least a week. She was the only varsity cheerleader I hadn't boned. Petite and nicely tanned, she had a cute, almost doll-cute, face framed by ash-blond curls, and she also had a set of nice C-cup tits. They were full and round like the rack on a Playboy centerfold. They were not as big as I preferred, not big enough for tit-fucking, but they were okay.
Gazing at my 11-inch prick, which she had just given a mediocre blowjob and then slathered with lube, Jenny gripped my arms.
There always comes a certain moment - - like this one - - right before I slide my cock into a girl for the first time. She lies on her back, spreads her legs and I get on top of her. Then she looks down and suddenly realizes the size of the meat I'm about to stuff into her box. Her breathing stops and her blood runs cold. She is afraid - - truly, physically afraid.
CHAPTER ONE
Jenny looked down between her splayed legs and I felt a slight frisson travel up her small frame. I had mounted her and my huge cock, brick-hard and straining inside a Trojan Magnum XL, was aimed at her pussy. It was a sunny Thursday afternoon in September, and we were lying naked on top of the tattered Air Force blanket on my bed. Dad was away on business, Mom was at the nail salon, my twin brother Danny was at the gym, and our sister, Lisa, was running errands. For an hour or so, Jenny and I would have the house to ourselves - - plenty of time for a good, long fuck.
I had been wanting to drill Jenny for a long time - - at least a week. She was the only varsity cheerleader I hadn't boned. Petite and nicely tanned, she had a cute, almost doll-cute, face framed by ash-blond curls, and she also had a set of nice C-cup tits. They were full and round like the rack on a Playboy centerfold. They were not as big as I preferred, not big enough for tit-fucking, but they were okay.
Gazing at my 11-inch prick, which she had just given a mediocre blowjob and then slathered with lube, Jenny gripped my arms.
There always comes a certain moment - - like this one - - right before I slide my cock into a girl for the first time. She lies on her back, spreads her legs and I get on top of her. Then she looks down and suddenly realizes the size of the meat I'm about to stuff into her box. Her breathing stops and her blood runs cold. She is afraid - - truly, physically afraid.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Sons And Mothers Chapters 11 and 12
Sons And Mothers by eros
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"W - - wh - - what are you doing here? Monica sputtered, her face reddening as she glanced nervously back and forth between Alison and her wide-eyed son.
"Well, in case you've forgotten, I happen to live here," Alison giggled, stepping up to the fucking couple on the couch.
Monica's cheeks grew even redder with embarrassment and guilt as she realized her position. Caught red-handed, so to speak, in Alison Ross' living room, with her son, Randy's cock, buried to the hilt in her cunt.
"Do you like my son's cock, Monica?” Alison purred. Shamelessly, she stroked Monica's ass cheeks, making the blonde mom shudder as she dipped her hand lower, feeling where Randy's cock disappeared in Monica's gooey cunt. "Mmmm, that's in tight! He sure does have a big one, doesn't he? I guess I can't blame you for fucking my son while you waited for me to get home. What was it you wanted to see me about, Monica?"
Monica was too shocked and frightened to answer, but she squealed as Alison suddenly knelt to spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing Monica's pink, puckered asshole.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"W - - wh - - what are you doing here? Monica sputtered, her face reddening as she glanced nervously back and forth between Alison and her wide-eyed son.
"Well, in case you've forgotten, I happen to live here," Alison giggled, stepping up to the fucking couple on the couch.
Monica's cheeks grew even redder with embarrassment and guilt as she realized her position. Caught red-handed, so to speak, in Alison Ross' living room, with her son, Randy's cock, buried to the hilt in her cunt.
"Do you like my son's cock, Monica?” Alison purred. Shamelessly, she stroked Monica's ass cheeks, making the blonde mom shudder as she dipped her hand lower, feeling where Randy's cock disappeared in Monica's gooey cunt. "Mmmm, that's in tight! He sure does have a big one, doesn't he? I guess I can't blame you for fucking my son while you waited for me to get home. What was it you wanted to see me about, Monica?"
Monica was too shocked and frightened to answer, but she squealed as Alison suddenly knelt to spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing Monica's pink, puckered asshole.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Sons And Mothers Chapters 9 and 10
Sons And Mothers by eros
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm home, Mom!” Paul said cheerfully, as he walked through the front door that afternoon. "Guess what! Timmy got the most bitching deal on this hot set of wheels, and - - oh, Mom!"
"Take off your pants, Paul!" his mother panted.
Monica was sitting up on the living room couch, still completely naked, wiggling her ass on the edge of the cushions as she rammed two long, stiff fingers into her wet, hairless pussy as fast as she could. The feverish fucking and sucking she'd enjoyed with Marty Sanders earlier that day had just made Monica hornier. It was useless to try to resist her wanton need for Paul now, so she wasn't going to try. Her unbearable lust could only be satisfied by fucking her very own son!
Paul walked up to the couch, his jaw dropping open as he watched his gorgeous, naked mother jacking herself off right in front of him. Monica was so far gone, she could only stare at her son's crotch, quivering with need as she watched his cock growing big and hard in his tight blue jeans.
"I said take off your pants, Paul," Monica panted. "I know you want to fuck me again, don't you? You can't do it with your pants on, baby."
"But, Mom! I - - I thought you didn't want to - -”
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm home, Mom!” Paul said cheerfully, as he walked through the front door that afternoon. "Guess what! Timmy got the most bitching deal on this hot set of wheels, and - - oh, Mom!"
"Take off your pants, Paul!" his mother panted.
Monica was sitting up on the living room couch, still completely naked, wiggling her ass on the edge of the cushions as she rammed two long, stiff fingers into her wet, hairless pussy as fast as she could. The feverish fucking and sucking she'd enjoyed with Marty Sanders earlier that day had just made Monica hornier. It was useless to try to resist her wanton need for Paul now, so she wasn't going to try. Her unbearable lust could only be satisfied by fucking her very own son!
Paul walked up to the couch, his jaw dropping open as he watched his gorgeous, naked mother jacking herself off right in front of him. Monica was so far gone, she could only stare at her son's crotch, quivering with need as she watched his cock growing big and hard in his tight blue jeans.
"I said take off your pants, Paul," Monica panted. "I know you want to fuck me again, don't you? You can't do it with your pants on, baby."
"But, Mom! I - - I thought you didn't want to - -”
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sons And Mothers Chapters 7 and 8
Sons And Mothers by eros
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Jesus, Mom," murmured Marty, sprawling naked beneath his mother on her bed. "I never thought you'd be so fucking horny!"
"Unnghhh! Don't talk, just fuck my pussy, Marty," Kate panted. "Fuck Mommy's cunt with that big fat cock, baby! Make me cum, again!"
It was late in the morning, a good half-hour after Marty should have left for his first class at college. Kate knew she would have to let her son go soon, but in the meantime, she wanted his hard cock drilling her pussy until she couldn't cum any more!
They'd fucked for the very first time the night before, and Kate just couldn't get enough of her son's virile prick. He was as insatiable as she was! Again and again, he'd fucked her cunt, well into the early hours of the morning, and when Kate had woken him at seven a.m. his cock was still as long and as hard as a railroad spike! Now she just wanted him to keep fucking her gooey little pussy, and shooting her cunt full of hot teenage jizz.
The naked redhead mom was on top of her son now, her knees on the bed to either side of his slim hips, clutching his shoulders as she bounced her insatiable pussy up and down on his erect prick, her juices making Marty's thick, bloated shaft glisten in the early morning light streaming through the bedroom window.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Jesus, Mom," murmured Marty, sprawling naked beneath his mother on her bed. "I never thought you'd be so fucking horny!"
"Unnghhh! Don't talk, just fuck my pussy, Marty," Kate panted. "Fuck Mommy's cunt with that big fat cock, baby! Make me cum, again!"
It was late in the morning, a good half-hour after Marty should have left for his first class at college. Kate knew she would have to let her son go soon, but in the meantime, she wanted his hard cock drilling her pussy until she couldn't cum any more!
They'd fucked for the very first time the night before, and Kate just couldn't get enough of her son's virile prick. He was as insatiable as she was! Again and again, he'd fucked her cunt, well into the early hours of the morning, and when Kate had woken him at seven a.m. his cock was still as long and as hard as a railroad spike! Now she just wanted him to keep fucking her gooey little pussy, and shooting her cunt full of hot teenage jizz.
The naked redhead mom was on top of her son now, her knees on the bed to either side of his slim hips, clutching his shoulders as she bounced her insatiable pussy up and down on his erect prick, her juices making Marty's thick, bloated shaft glisten in the early morning light streaming through the bedroom window.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Sons And Mothers Chapters 5 and 6
Sons And Mothers by eros
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, Marty," Kate whispered. "Fuck me, honey! You know Mommy loves it, darling! Unnghh, that's right, lover, fuck that big fat cock right up your mother's cunt - -”
But Marty wasn't with her in the bedroom. Kate was alone. It was still only a fantasy. Sprawled naked on her bed, the redheaded mom's thighs trembled as she finger-fucked her gooey pussy as fast as she could. Her encounter with Randy Ross had happened only a few hours ago, and it had made her cunt unbearably wet and horny. The more she remembered how wonderfully Randy had fucked her, the more she thought of Marty. Her lust for her own son had become unbearably strong.
He was in the living room now, Kate knew, reading a magazine. Suddenly the horny mother withdrew her fingers from her dripping pussy, sliding off the bed and rushing to her clothes closet. She donned a pale pink t-shirt that clung enticingly to her big, round, braless tits. Then she selected a paisley mini-skirt, the shortest one in her wardrobe.
I won't really be trying to fuck my own son, Kate thought, as she put on the skirt and admired her reflection in the mirror. No, I'll just be giving him a little opportunity. Kate giggled softly as she left the bedroom, her pussy throbbing so wetly that she could hear the fuck-juices squishing in her cunt as she padded barefoot down the hall.
"Hi, Mom," Marty said, glancing up as she entered the living room.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, Marty," Kate whispered. "Fuck me, honey! You know Mommy loves it, darling! Unnghh, that's right, lover, fuck that big fat cock right up your mother's cunt - -”
But Marty wasn't with her in the bedroom. Kate was alone. It was still only a fantasy. Sprawled naked on her bed, the redheaded mom's thighs trembled as she finger-fucked her gooey pussy as fast as she could. Her encounter with Randy Ross had happened only a few hours ago, and it had made her cunt unbearably wet and horny. The more she remembered how wonderfully Randy had fucked her, the more she thought of Marty. Her lust for her own son had become unbearably strong.
He was in the living room now, Kate knew, reading a magazine. Suddenly the horny mother withdrew her fingers from her dripping pussy, sliding off the bed and rushing to her clothes closet. She donned a pale pink t-shirt that clung enticingly to her big, round, braless tits. Then she selected a paisley mini-skirt, the shortest one in her wardrobe.
I won't really be trying to fuck my own son, Kate thought, as she put on the skirt and admired her reflection in the mirror. No, I'll just be giving him a little opportunity. Kate giggled softly as she left the bedroom, her pussy throbbing so wetly that she could hear the fuck-juices squishing in her cunt as she padded barefoot down the hall.
"Hi, Mom," Marty said, glancing up as she entered the living room.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sons And Mothers Chapters 3 and 4
Sons And Mothers by eros
CHAPTER THREE
"Randy, you don't seem to be concentrating very well on your lesson today," Kate said gently. The petite, curvaceous redhead sat next to Alison's son on the couch, in the den where she conducted her tutoring sessions. "Do you mind if I ask if something's the matter?"
Randy just flushed and averted his eyes. He'd fucked his mother for the very first time the night before, and he had no way of telling his tutor that he couldn't wait to get home to fuck her again!
"No, it's nothing. I'm okay, Mrs. Sanders," he murmured sheepishly. "I'll try to concentrate better. You can go ahead with the lesson now."
But Kate didn't want to go ahead. She glanced at Randy's crotch, feeling her pussy creaming under her short skirt as she saw the enormous hard-on throbbing blatantly in his jeans. Whatever was distracting him, it obviously had something to do with sex - - something Kate had been getting none of lately. Maybe she could interest Randy in helping her out of her frustrating predicament. She'd always been an extremely horny woman, so horny that her husband had divorced her simply because he couldn't keep up with her constant demands for sex.
CHAPTER THREE
"Randy, you don't seem to be concentrating very well on your lesson today," Kate said gently. The petite, curvaceous redhead sat next to Alison's son on the couch, in the den where she conducted her tutoring sessions. "Do you mind if I ask if something's the matter?"
Randy just flushed and averted his eyes. He'd fucked his mother for the very first time the night before, and he had no way of telling his tutor that he couldn't wait to get home to fuck her again!
"No, it's nothing. I'm okay, Mrs. Sanders," he murmured sheepishly. "I'll try to concentrate better. You can go ahead with the lesson now."
But Kate didn't want to go ahead. She glanced at Randy's crotch, feeling her pussy creaming under her short skirt as she saw the enormous hard-on throbbing blatantly in his jeans. Whatever was distracting him, it obviously had something to do with sex - - something Kate had been getting none of lately. Maybe she could interest Randy in helping her out of her frustrating predicament. She'd always been an extremely horny woman, so horny that her husband had divorced her simply because he couldn't keep up with her constant demands for sex.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Sons And Mothers Chapters 1 and 2
Sons And Mothers by eros
CHAPTER ONE
Alison paused outside her son's bedroom, her beautiful face spreading into an amused smile as she listened to the soft moans and rhythmic creaking sounds emanating from the other side of the door. Her son Randy was beating his meat again. Actually his full name was Randolph - - after his grandfather, but everyone called him Randy, much to Alison's amusement. A fitting name for an eighteen-year-old who spent most of his time alone with his cock in his hand, she thought with a smile. In the year since her husband had died, she'd heard Randy jacking off with greater and greater frequency. Now, dressed in a transparent, waist-length negligee, Alison had decided to help her horny, frustrated son become a man.
It was perfectly natural, Alison thought, that her only son should enjoy the intense pleasure of his very first fuck with his own mother. She looked down at herself, admiring the extreme voluptuousness of her nearly naked body, the size of her large, firm tits and the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy. Her figure was extremely curvaceous for a woman of her petite build, with full, perfectly formed thighs and the kind of plump, round ass that men always wanted to pat and pinch and stroke.
Her most impressive feature, Alison knew, was the size of her breasts. She'd often caught Randy, or one of his friends, admiring her big, jiggling tits. It excited her to know that she could still turn on teenage boys - - especially her son. Alison often went around the house without a bra, just to get a reaction. She invariably did. Right now, her tits were completely visible through the transparent negligee. For the first time, Randy would be able to see the stiff, crimson buds of her nipples.
CHAPTER ONE
Alison paused outside her son's bedroom, her beautiful face spreading into an amused smile as she listened to the soft moans and rhythmic creaking sounds emanating from the other side of the door. Her son Randy was beating his meat again. Actually his full name was Randolph - - after his grandfather, but everyone called him Randy, much to Alison's amusement. A fitting name for an eighteen-year-old who spent most of his time alone with his cock in his hand, she thought with a smile. In the year since her husband had died, she'd heard Randy jacking off with greater and greater frequency. Now, dressed in a transparent, waist-length negligee, Alison had decided to help her horny, frustrated son become a man.
It was perfectly natural, Alison thought, that her only son should enjoy the intense pleasure of his very first fuck with his own mother. She looked down at herself, admiring the extreme voluptuousness of her nearly naked body, the size of her large, firm tits and the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy. Her figure was extremely curvaceous for a woman of her petite build, with full, perfectly formed thighs and the kind of plump, round ass that men always wanted to pat and pinch and stroke.
Her most impressive feature, Alison knew, was the size of her breasts. She'd often caught Randy, or one of his friends, admiring her big, jiggling tits. It excited her to know that she could still turn on teenage boys - - especially her son. Alison often went around the house without a bra, just to get a reaction. She invariably did. Right now, her tits were completely visible through the transparent negligee. For the first time, Randy would be able to see the stiff, crimson buds of her nipples.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons Chapters 7 and 8
Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons by daniellesadvisor
CHAPTER SEVEN
At about the time Jill was getting her ass fucked, Kara was pulling up outside Jill's house, dressed in a long, loose skirt and a blouse that hugged her big tits. She was supposedly going to be asking her sister how things were going with Tony after he'd made that pass at her, but she really hoping to get Jill over to her house. She thought that if she got her drunk, she'd be easier to seduce. The door was answered by Tony, though, who told her that his mother wasn't in at the moment.
"It's really nice to see you, Auntie Kara," Tony said giving her a hug after she'd stepped inside. She felt her huge tits squash against his chest and grinned as his hands dropped to her ass, squeezing them gently.
"Cheeky boy," she said playfully, stepping away from him. Kara had never told Jill of the passes her boy had made at her, nor about the one drunken kiss they'd shared last Christmas. Kara walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs at the breakfast table. "Your mom phoned me a couple of nights ago and said you'd been groping at her as well. You know that's wrong, don't you?"
"You don't have to worry about that, Auntie Kara. We . . . Came to an understanding." Tony said as he leaned against one of the worktops opposite her.
"Did you now? And what sort of understanding was that?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
At about the time Jill was getting her ass fucked, Kara was pulling up outside Jill's house, dressed in a long, loose skirt and a blouse that hugged her big tits. She was supposedly going to be asking her sister how things were going with Tony after he'd made that pass at her, but she really hoping to get Jill over to her house. She thought that if she got her drunk, she'd be easier to seduce. The door was answered by Tony, though, who told her that his mother wasn't in at the moment.
"It's really nice to see you, Auntie Kara," Tony said giving her a hug after she'd stepped inside. She felt her huge tits squash against his chest and grinned as his hands dropped to her ass, squeezing them gently.
"Cheeky boy," she said playfully, stepping away from him. Kara had never told Jill of the passes her boy had made at her, nor about the one drunken kiss they'd shared last Christmas. Kara walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs at the breakfast table. "Your mom phoned me a couple of nights ago and said you'd been groping at her as well. You know that's wrong, don't you?"
"You don't have to worry about that, Auntie Kara. We . . . Came to an understanding." Tony said as he leaned against one of the worktops opposite her.
"Did you now? And what sort of understanding was that?"
Friday, September 16, 2011
Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons Chapters 5 and 6
Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons by daniellesadvisor
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning Jill found herself in a situation that even three days ago she would never have believed. She was laid in her bed totally naked, flat on her back, her huge tits cupped in her hands, thumbs and fingers playing with her nipples. Her legs were splayed wide, knees drawn up, and laying between them, sucking and licking at her pussy, was her own son.
Jill and Tony had sucked and fucked throughout most of the night following the incident in the loft and she had awoken to find him eating her pussy, licking at her clit as he slid two fingers in and out of her wet twat.
"Oh, baby," she murmured, a smile on her lips. "Mmmm, eat mommy's pussy."
Tony grinned as best he could. After all her protests, his mother was as eager to be fucked by him as he was to fuck her. He couldn't believe the change in her but he wasn't about to argue.
"I think . . . I think my pussy's ready now, baby," Jill said.
"Ready for what, mom?" he asked, looking up at her, though all he could see was her huge tits.
"Ready for my son's big fucking cock," Jill said with a laugh.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning Jill found herself in a situation that even three days ago she would never have believed. She was laid in her bed totally naked, flat on her back, her huge tits cupped in her hands, thumbs and fingers playing with her nipples. Her legs were splayed wide, knees drawn up, and laying between them, sucking and licking at her pussy, was her own son.
Jill and Tony had sucked and fucked throughout most of the night following the incident in the loft and she had awoken to find him eating her pussy, licking at her clit as he slid two fingers in and out of her wet twat.
"Oh, baby," she murmured, a smile on her lips. "Mmmm, eat mommy's pussy."
Tony grinned as best he could. After all her protests, his mother was as eager to be fucked by him as he was to fuck her. He couldn't believe the change in her but he wasn't about to argue.
"I think . . . I think my pussy's ready now, baby," Jill said.
"Ready for what, mom?" he asked, looking up at her, though all he could see was her huge tits.
"Ready for my son's big fucking cock," Jill said with a laugh.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons Chapters 3 and 4
Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons by daniellesadvisor
CHAPTER THREE
The next day Jill avoided Tony as much as possible, refusing to discuss what had happened the day before or even to admit to herself that she had enjoyed it. Tony tried to kiss her on more than one occasion and in the afternoon had appeared in the kitchen as she stood doing the dishes. He'd taken hold of her hips and pushed his cock bulge against her firm ass, nuzzling into her neck. It had taken all of Jill's self control to push him away and remind him that he wasn't to do such things to his mother. Annoyed and frustrated, he'd retreated to his room and, Jill suspected, would spend the rest of the day jerking off.
In order to keep herself busy, Jill set about tidying the house and decided to sort out the boxes in the loft. She changed into some light clothes - a simple halter top that tied in a knot beneath her enormous tits and a small pair of shorts, reasoning to herself that she didn't want to dirty anything that couldn't be thrown away - and climbed up the ladder into the crawl space.
The loft was low and she had to move about on her hands and knees to move things around and with the heat of the day the loft was incredibly hot. In minutes she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. A full length mirror lay on its side to the left of her and she stopped to view her reflection - she was hot and sweaty, her hair clinging to her face, her clothes sticking to her body. She remembered how she'd stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, watching herself eat up her son's cum from her body and felt her pussy tingle and moisten. Trying to concentrate, she turned back to the boxes but found one that she couldn't move on her own.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day Jill avoided Tony as much as possible, refusing to discuss what had happened the day before or even to admit to herself that she had enjoyed it. Tony tried to kiss her on more than one occasion and in the afternoon had appeared in the kitchen as she stood doing the dishes. He'd taken hold of her hips and pushed his cock bulge against her firm ass, nuzzling into her neck. It had taken all of Jill's self control to push him away and remind him that he wasn't to do such things to his mother. Annoyed and frustrated, he'd retreated to his room and, Jill suspected, would spend the rest of the day jerking off.
In order to keep herself busy, Jill set about tidying the house and decided to sort out the boxes in the loft. She changed into some light clothes - a simple halter top that tied in a knot beneath her enormous tits and a small pair of shorts, reasoning to herself that she didn't want to dirty anything that couldn't be thrown away - and climbed up the ladder into the crawl space.
The loft was low and she had to move about on her hands and knees to move things around and with the heat of the day the loft was incredibly hot. In minutes she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. A full length mirror lay on its side to the left of her and she stopped to view her reflection - she was hot and sweaty, her hair clinging to her face, her clothes sticking to her body. She remembered how she'd stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, watching herself eat up her son's cum from her body and felt her pussy tingle and moisten. Trying to concentrate, she turned back to the boxes but found one that she couldn't move on her own.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons Chapters 1 and 2
Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons by daniellesadvisor
Note from daniellesadvisor: This is a deliberate homage to the wok of Eros (particularly "Hot, Horny Family" and "Mothers and Sons") and like his stories it's short on plot and long on sex.
CHAPTER ONE
"That's it mom, take my cum all over those big tits of yours,"
Jill stood outside her son's room, shocked at the words she'd heard him say. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help peeking through the gap between the door and the frame, her eyes widening at what she saw.
Tony stood near his bed, totally naked, his hand stroking the biggest cock she had ever seen. His eyes were closed as he wanked the huge shaft, a thick line of pre-cum hanging from the bulbous end.
"Yeah, take it," he said to himself. "Gonna cum over those big fucking tits,
Jill's mind was in a whirl. Only twenty minutes or so before, Tony had made the latest in a long line of passes at her, trying to turn a maternal peck on the cheek into a furious tongue lashing kiss while pawing at her breasts. She'd sent him up here, to his room, and once she'd caught her breath had phoned her older sister, Kara.
". . . and this isn't the first time he's tried it, either," she'd said to her after explaining what had happened.
Note from daniellesadvisor: This is a deliberate homage to the wok of Eros (particularly "Hot, Horny Family" and "Mothers and Sons") and like his stories it's short on plot and long on sex.
CHAPTER ONE
"That's it mom, take my cum all over those big tits of yours,"
Jill stood outside her son's room, shocked at the words she'd heard him say. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help peeking through the gap between the door and the frame, her eyes widening at what she saw.
Tony stood near his bed, totally naked, his hand stroking the biggest cock she had ever seen. His eyes were closed as he wanked the huge shaft, a thick line of pre-cum hanging from the bulbous end.
"Yeah, take it," he said to himself. "Gonna cum over those big fucking tits,
Jill's mind was in a whirl. Only twenty minutes or so before, Tony had made the latest in a long line of passes at her, trying to turn a maternal peck on the cheek into a furious tongue lashing kiss while pawing at her breasts. She'd sent him up here, to his room, and once she'd caught her breath had phoned her older sister, Kara.
". . . and this isn't the first time he's tried it, either," she'd said to her after explaining what had happened.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Stacked Hot Mom Chapters 7 and 8
Stacked Hot Mom by eros
CHAPTER SEVEN
Oh, damn that bastard, Jill thought peevishly.
It was the next morning, and Tony hadn't kept his promise to come straight back to the bungalow after college. He'd apparently gone home to his mother and stayed there. At eight o'clock, Jill had received a hasty call from Sylvia, thanking her for babysitting Tony for one night, and saying that Tony was now home where he belonged. Jill had asked to speak to Tony, intending to bawl him out for letting her spend the whole day watching the clock and rubbing her wet, sensitive cunt. But Sylvia had hung up before she'd been able to finish the question. It had been a strange, rushed conversation. Sylvia had sounded completely distracted.
I wonder, Jill thought. The blonde aunt sprawled on her bed, her gorgeous nakedness illuminated by the early morning sunlight as she stared at the ceiling, idly pumping her finger in and out of her gooshy cunt. She'd had to spend a few more hours finger-fucking her aching pussy after Sylvia's phone call, and she'd awakened with her finger in her cunt this morning as well. Jill knew there were countless studs eager to service her wet, needy pussy, but something prevented her from making the phone call. She wanted to fuck Tony again. She'd only had one day with him, but she'd already fallen in love with sucking and fucking her nephew's enormous cock.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Oh, damn that bastard, Jill thought peevishly.
It was the next morning, and Tony hadn't kept his promise to come straight back to the bungalow after college. He'd apparently gone home to his mother and stayed there. At eight o'clock, Jill had received a hasty call from Sylvia, thanking her for babysitting Tony for one night, and saying that Tony was now home where he belonged. Jill had asked to speak to Tony, intending to bawl him out for letting her spend the whole day watching the clock and rubbing her wet, sensitive cunt. But Sylvia had hung up before she'd been able to finish the question. It had been a strange, rushed conversation. Sylvia had sounded completely distracted.
I wonder, Jill thought. The blonde aunt sprawled on her bed, her gorgeous nakedness illuminated by the early morning sunlight as she stared at the ceiling, idly pumping her finger in and out of her gooshy cunt. She'd had to spend a few more hours finger-fucking her aching pussy after Sylvia's phone call, and she'd awakened with her finger in her cunt this morning as well. Jill knew there were countless studs eager to service her wet, needy pussy, but something prevented her from making the phone call. She wanted to fuck Tony again. She'd only had one day with him, but she'd already fallen in love with sucking and fucking her nephew's enormous cock.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Stacked Hot Mom Chapters 5 and 6
Stacked Hot Mom by eros
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ungggh!" Sylvia moaned. "Oh, Tony! Mommy's so horny! Fuck Mommy, darling. Fuck Mommy's juicy cunt - -”
But Tony wasn't with her in the bedroom. Sylvia sprawled naked on the mattress, groaning and grimacing, her enormous tits quivering as she whipped her fingers in and out of her pussy as fast as she could. It was only ten, and she already wondered if she would be able to finger-fuck herself enough to get to sleep that night. All she could think about was her son's enormous cock, remembering how it had felt in her pussy and asshole, spewing his hot, sappy cum down her throat.
"Cumming!" Sylvia gasped. "Oh, my baby, my sweet, sweet baby - - cumming - -”
Feverishly she rubbed her clit shuddering and biting her lip as the cum pounded through her fuck-starved body. Then Sylvia relaxed, resting her hand on her throbbing pussy and staring at the ceiling. It would take a long time, she told herself. She knew it was a good thing that she'd sent Tony to Jill's house, that she was fighting her lust to fuck her own son. But it would be many, many months before she could forget the intense pleasure she'd enjoyed with her son.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ungggh!" Sylvia moaned. "Oh, Tony! Mommy's so horny! Fuck Mommy, darling. Fuck Mommy's juicy cunt - -”
But Tony wasn't with her in the bedroom. Sylvia sprawled naked on the mattress, groaning and grimacing, her enormous tits quivering as she whipped her fingers in and out of her pussy as fast as she could. It was only ten, and she already wondered if she would be able to finger-fuck herself enough to get to sleep that night. All she could think about was her son's enormous cock, remembering how it had felt in her pussy and asshole, spewing his hot, sappy cum down her throat.
"Cumming!" Sylvia gasped. "Oh, my baby, my sweet, sweet baby - - cumming - -”
Feverishly she rubbed her clit shuddering and biting her lip as the cum pounded through her fuck-starved body. Then Sylvia relaxed, resting her hand on her throbbing pussy and staring at the ceiling. It would take a long time, she told herself. She knew it was a good thing that she'd sent Tony to Jill's house, that she was fighting her lust to fuck her own son. But it would be many, many months before she could forget the intense pleasure she'd enjoyed with her son.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Stacked Hot Mom Chapters 3 and 4
Stacked Hot Mom by eros
CHAPTER THREE
Several hours later, Sylvia began to second guess her decision as she drove to her kid sister's cozy bungalow on the other side of town. She knew that she had to stop fucking her son and she knew that Jill was the only person who wouldn’t be utterly horrified by the story Sylvia was going to tell her. At the same time, she wondered seriously if Jill would keep her hands out of Tony's jeans.
Jill was a slut. There was no use mincing words, Sylvia knew, because that was what Jill called herself. She was twenty-eight years old now, a tall, long-legged blonde with mischievous blue eyes a cute ass and a great big pair of tits. Jill looked like a sweet, wholesome girl at first glance. But Jill had a constant need for sex.
She'd already divorced two husbands, both of whom had caught her with her legs wrapped around another man's back. Jill never blamed herself for cheating on them. She blamed her ex-husbands, for not giving her the constant fucking she craved. Sylvia's kid sister apparently didn't think it was too much to ask a man to cum five times a day. Fortunately - - or unfortunately - - there was no chance of Jill marrying again. The last husband had inherited money, and Jill was quite content living alone in the cottage off his alimony checks.
Sylvia parked her car at the curb, and was halfway up the path to Jill's little house when the door opened in front of her. Out stepped what looked like a college student, a tall, muscular teen with a dreamy, contented smile on his face. The teen was buttoning his shirt. He grinned at Sylvia as they passed each other gazing shamelessly at her huge tits. Sylvia turned, watching as the teen hopped into a gray convertible and drove away.
CHAPTER THREE
Several hours later, Sylvia began to second guess her decision as she drove to her kid sister's cozy bungalow on the other side of town. She knew that she had to stop fucking her son and she knew that Jill was the only person who wouldn’t be utterly horrified by the story Sylvia was going to tell her. At the same time, she wondered seriously if Jill would keep her hands out of Tony's jeans.
Jill was a slut. There was no use mincing words, Sylvia knew, because that was what Jill called herself. She was twenty-eight years old now, a tall, long-legged blonde with mischievous blue eyes a cute ass and a great big pair of tits. Jill looked like a sweet, wholesome girl at first glance. But Jill had a constant need for sex.
She'd already divorced two husbands, both of whom had caught her with her legs wrapped around another man's back. Jill never blamed herself for cheating on them. She blamed her ex-husbands, for not giving her the constant fucking she craved. Sylvia's kid sister apparently didn't think it was too much to ask a man to cum five times a day. Fortunately - - or unfortunately - - there was no chance of Jill marrying again. The last husband had inherited money, and Jill was quite content living alone in the cottage off his alimony checks.
Sylvia parked her car at the curb, and was halfway up the path to Jill's little house when the door opened in front of her. Out stepped what looked like a college student, a tall, muscular teen with a dreamy, contented smile on his face. The teen was buttoning his shirt. He grinned at Sylvia as they passed each other gazing shamelessly at her huge tits. Sylvia turned, watching as the teen hopped into a gray convertible and drove away.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Built for One Thing Chapters 13 and 14
Built for One Thing by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Oh, shit!" Chrissy yelled.
"Jill!" Linda said at the same time.
"Hi, Mom," I said, eyeing her up. She was wearing a loose cable-knit sweater that hung off her huge tits like a theater curtain. I ogled the top slope of her chest and imagined her massive cleavage, her firm, shapely globes packed together in a sexy bra. My cock throbbed anew.
"We thought you'd be gone all day," Linda said.
"I can see that. I should have known better than to tell you horny girls about me and Bobby. I knew you'd both want a piece of the action."
"He's just as good as you said," Chrissy offered.
"Oh, I know. I've been standing here watching the three of you since you started fucking. It was like a live porno movie. Now I'm so horny," she said, tossing her purse onto a chair and slipping off her sandals. Then she unzipped her walking shorts and started pushing them down over her broad hips.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Oh, shit!" Chrissy yelled.
"Jill!" Linda said at the same time.
"Hi, Mom," I said, eyeing her up. She was wearing a loose cable-knit sweater that hung off her huge tits like a theater curtain. I ogled the top slope of her chest and imagined her massive cleavage, her firm, shapely globes packed together in a sexy bra. My cock throbbed anew.
"We thought you'd be gone all day," Linda said.
"I can see that. I should have known better than to tell you horny girls about me and Bobby. I knew you'd both want a piece of the action."
"He's just as good as you said," Chrissy offered.
"Oh, I know. I've been standing here watching the three of you since you started fucking. It was like a live porno movie. Now I'm so horny," she said, tossing her purse onto a chair and slipping off her sandals. Then she unzipped her walking shorts and started pushing them down over her broad hips.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Built for One Thing Chapters 11 and 12
Built for One Thing by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Then Dad left for a two-week trip to Houston and Mom and I really started going at it. But the scene didn't get truly insane until one sultry afternoon when my aunts, Mom's younger twin sisters Linda and Chrissy, dropped by unannounced. I thought they'd take a dip in the pool and I looked forward to seeing their tight, tucked asses and big tits in the little bikinis they invariably wore. Linda had a boyfriend and Chrissy had been married for two years.
Instead of swimming, they just hung out and chatted with each in the den. Mom was out shopping all day. I wondered what was up.
They answered that question as I was standing in the kitchen making some sandwiches and they both walked in. Linda glanced behind her as Chrissy walked up to me, swaying her hips more than usual. Her big tits looked plump and succulent under a v-necked blouse; Linda's were just as full and firm beneath a knit top stretched taut over them like a circus tent.
Chrissy groped my left bicep and grinned at me in a way I had never seen. "Ooh, Bobby, you're becoming such a hunk," she said.
Linda walked over and put her hand on my other arm. "You sure are," she said, trying to purr her words out but sounding a little nervous. Her big tits trembled under her top.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Then Dad left for a two-week trip to Houston and Mom and I really started going at it. But the scene didn't get truly insane until one sultry afternoon when my aunts, Mom's younger twin sisters Linda and Chrissy, dropped by unannounced. I thought they'd take a dip in the pool and I looked forward to seeing their tight, tucked asses and big tits in the little bikinis they invariably wore. Linda had a boyfriend and Chrissy had been married for two years.
Instead of swimming, they just hung out and chatted with each in the den. Mom was out shopping all day. I wondered what was up.
They answered that question as I was standing in the kitchen making some sandwiches and they both walked in. Linda glanced behind her as Chrissy walked up to me, swaying her hips more than usual. Her big tits looked plump and succulent under a v-necked blouse; Linda's were just as full and firm beneath a knit top stretched taut over them like a circus tent.
Chrissy groped my left bicep and grinned at me in a way I had never seen. "Ooh, Bobby, you're becoming such a hunk," she said.
Linda walked over and put her hand on my other arm. "You sure are," she said, trying to purr her words out but sounding a little nervous. Her big tits trembled under her top.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Built for One Thing Chapters 9 and 10
Built for One Thing by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, my god, Bobby. Oh, lord, no." She held me tight and I gave her a reassuring kiss. "Maybe you should pull your cock out of me."
I did. I was still hard and it made a wet, sticky sound on the way out. Sure, now we looked innocent. I was lying on top of my mother, we were both naked, and my semen was streaming out of her pussy. The situation was grim.
I heard footsteps approach the car and then felt the faint heat of a flashlight shining on my ass.
"Okay, party's over," a thick male voice said. I looked over my shoulder into the glare of the light. Behind it I could make out a short, fat man in a khaki uniform. He was a sheriff's deputy. My chest hid Mom's face from him.
"Hi, officer," I said.
"Evening. You kids are in a little trouble. Hey, wait, I know you. Tim, right?"
"Bobby."
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, my god, Bobby. Oh, lord, no." She held me tight and I gave her a reassuring kiss. "Maybe you should pull your cock out of me."
I did. I was still hard and it made a wet, sticky sound on the way out. Sure, now we looked innocent. I was lying on top of my mother, we were both naked, and my semen was streaming out of her pussy. The situation was grim.
I heard footsteps approach the car and then felt the faint heat of a flashlight shining on my ass.
"Okay, party's over," a thick male voice said. I looked over my shoulder into the glare of the light. Behind it I could make out a short, fat man in a khaki uniform. He was a sheriff's deputy. My chest hid Mom's face from him.
"Hi, officer," I said.
"Evening. You kids are in a little trouble. Hey, wait, I know you. Tim, right?"
"Bobby."
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Built for One Thing Chapters 7 and 8
Built for One Thing by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER SEVEN
So Dad was home, for a couple of weeks at least, and life dropped back into its dull summer routine. Dad worked, I worked out and Mom kept her gorgeous figure toned by doing laps in the pool. I felt as though a fleeting, sexual game of musical chairs had been played, with Mom and me getting naked and fucking, my big cock pounding her pussy and squirting cum on her face in perfect time to one of those screechy Bon Jovi tunes on the Billboard chart that month. But the party had ended when Dad opened the front door. Mom kept sleeping with Dad, of course, and I slept alone. Worse, fucking Mom hadn't so much as put a chisel to my rock-hard desire for her; I wanted her more than ever.
Dad didn't notice anything amiss. (Then again, it's not like he'd ever suspect his wife and son of screwing each other. What she and I had done was so unthinkable, it carried a built-in alibi.) He and I had manly discussions about the upcoming NFL season - - our one topic of mutual interest - - and he even accompanied me to the gym a couple of times. Four, five minutes on the treadmill and he was done for. Call the paramedics. Call Domino's and ask for extra cheese. Call Richard Simmons and tell him to get his sissy ass over here and whip my father into shape.
As for Mom, her ultra-busty shape didn't need any help. One morning when I got a nice long look at her in profile, her big tits were stretching a thin T-shirt like two springy water balloons and her curvaceous ass was rounding out a pair of tight cotton slacks. My cock got hard so fast I felt my underwear rip. I had to have her again. I was losing my mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
So Dad was home, for a couple of weeks at least, and life dropped back into its dull summer routine. Dad worked, I worked out and Mom kept her gorgeous figure toned by doing laps in the pool. I felt as though a fleeting, sexual game of musical chairs had been played, with Mom and me getting naked and fucking, my big cock pounding her pussy and squirting cum on her face in perfect time to one of those screechy Bon Jovi tunes on the Billboard chart that month. But the party had ended when Dad opened the front door. Mom kept sleeping with Dad, of course, and I slept alone. Worse, fucking Mom hadn't so much as put a chisel to my rock-hard desire for her; I wanted her more than ever.
Dad didn't notice anything amiss. (Then again, it's not like he'd ever suspect his wife and son of screwing each other. What she and I had done was so unthinkable, it carried a built-in alibi.) He and I had manly discussions about the upcoming NFL season - - our one topic of mutual interest - - and he even accompanied me to the gym a couple of times. Four, five minutes on the treadmill and he was done for. Call the paramedics. Call Domino's and ask for extra cheese. Call Richard Simmons and tell him to get his sissy ass over here and whip my father into shape.
As for Mom, her ultra-busty shape didn't need any help. One morning when I got a nice long look at her in profile, her big tits were stretching a thin T-shirt like two springy water balloons and her curvaceous ass was rounding out a pair of tight cotton slacks. My cock got hard so fast I felt my underwear rip. I had to have her again. I was losing my mind.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Built for One Thing Chapters 5 and 6
Built for One Thing by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER FIVE
Without another word, she crawled over to me, wrapped her left hand around my dick and guided it into her wide-open mouth.
Her soft, full lips caressed the top of my shaft while she flicked her tongue over my hole. "Oh," I moaned. "Oh, god, that feels good." My cock was already growing rigid again. As it expanded, she struggled to keep her lips around it. Then she began to swallow more of it, bobbing her head down farther with every pass. Her lips made a loud slurping sound as I watched her inhale half of my big dong. She massaged my nuts with one hand. "Mmm," she moaned, her nurturing mouth full of my manhood.
She pulled it from her lips and began licking the bottom side near the head, right where I was most sensitive. "Ooh, yeah, baby," I said. "Right there. Lick my cock, Mom."
"You know how long I've wanted to take your big cock in my mouth?" she asked between licks. "Remember the day last summer when I wore that yellow bikini?"
"Oh, god, yeah. Your knockers kept spilling out of it."
CHAPTER FIVE
Without another word, she crawled over to me, wrapped her left hand around my dick and guided it into her wide-open mouth.
Her soft, full lips caressed the top of my shaft while she flicked her tongue over my hole. "Oh," I moaned. "Oh, god, that feels good." My cock was already growing rigid again. As it expanded, she struggled to keep her lips around it. Then she began to swallow more of it, bobbing her head down farther with every pass. Her lips made a loud slurping sound as I watched her inhale half of my big dong. She massaged my nuts with one hand. "Mmm," she moaned, her nurturing mouth full of my manhood.
She pulled it from her lips and began licking the bottom side near the head, right where I was most sensitive. "Ooh, yeah, baby," I said. "Right there. Lick my cock, Mom."
"You know how long I've wanted to take your big cock in my mouth?" she asked between licks. "Remember the day last summer when I wore that yellow bikini?"
"Oh, god, yeah. Your knockers kept spilling out of it."
Monday, September 5, 2011
Built for One Thing Chapters 3 and 4
Built for One Thing by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER THREE
I was Mom's only child and she doted on me incessantly. She was protective, panicking whenever I didn't get home on time or forgot to call. She was suspicious of my buddies. "Are his parents okay?" she'd ask me, groping for reassurance about a friend throwing a party or having a sleepover. "Yeah, yeah, they're fine," I'd answer.
My active social life pleased her but she was jealous of my girlfriends, even the ones I just palled around with. "Is she cute?" she'd ask me in a tickling tone of voice whenever I mentioned a new name. Then came the staged pouting. "Cuter than me?" she'd whimper.
"No, Mom, she's not as cute as you." From my dutiful tone of voice, silly Mom thought I was just patronizing her. Hardly.
"Good!" she'd say, her brown eyes sparkling with triumph. "You're not allowed to go out with anyone better looking than me." She'd give me a peck on the cheek that nearly made my dick burst through my fly every time. Then she'd trot off to run errands or take a shower, her jugs swaying under a cotton button-down or an old college sweatshirt and her ass filling a pair of khaki shorts deliciously.
CHAPTER THREE
I was Mom's only child and she doted on me incessantly. She was protective, panicking whenever I didn't get home on time or forgot to call. She was suspicious of my buddies. "Are his parents okay?" she'd ask me, groping for reassurance about a friend throwing a party or having a sleepover. "Yeah, yeah, they're fine," I'd answer.
My active social life pleased her but she was jealous of my girlfriends, even the ones I just palled around with. "Is she cute?" she'd ask me in a tickling tone of voice whenever I mentioned a new name. Then came the staged pouting. "Cuter than me?" she'd whimper.
"No, Mom, she's not as cute as you." From my dutiful tone of voice, silly Mom thought I was just patronizing her. Hardly.
"Good!" she'd say, her brown eyes sparkling with triumph. "You're not allowed to go out with anyone better looking than me." She'd give me a peck on the cheek that nearly made my dick burst through my fly every time. Then she'd trot off to run errands or take a shower, her jugs swaying under a cotton button-down or an old college sweatshirt and her ass filling a pair of khaki shorts deliciously.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Built for One Thing Chapters 1 and 2
Built for One Thing by GH Lawrence
CHAPTER ONE
I had wanted to fuck my gorgeous mother since the moment I learned what fucking was all about.
At a very young age, I had become aware of Mom's ravishing looks - - aware, at least, that she didn't resemble other women. She was taller, her hips were wider, her legs were longer and her breasts were much larger. Plus, her skin was smoother and softer and her arms didn't have that flab that I saw on her friends' arms. Her face was so much prettier, too. During my pre-school years, I loved to remind her of this last fact as I tagged along with her on errands. "Oh, thank you, sweetie-bear," she'd say, grinning and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
Before long, I realized that other people - - men, mainly - - noticed Mom, too. Wherever she and I went without Dad, wolf whistles and shouts like "Hey, honey pie!" followed us like the baying of horny dogs. I became so accustomed to them, the way an urban dweller grows deaf to the sound of sirens, that they became a normal part of my environment. Even today I never notice when some jerk whistles at a woman who's with me. On some unconscious level, I probably assume they're whistling at Mom.
CHAPTER ONE
I had wanted to fuck my gorgeous mother since the moment I learned what fucking was all about.
At a very young age, I had become aware of Mom's ravishing looks - - aware, at least, that she didn't resemble other women. She was taller, her hips were wider, her legs were longer and her breasts were much larger. Plus, her skin was smoother and softer and her arms didn't have that flab that I saw on her friends' arms. Her face was so much prettier, too. During my pre-school years, I loved to remind her of this last fact as I tagged along with her on errands. "Oh, thank you, sweetie-bear," she'd say, grinning and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
Before long, I realized that other people - - men, mainly - - noticed Mom, too. Wherever she and I went without Dad, wolf whistles and shouts like "Hey, honey pie!" followed us like the baying of horny dogs. I became so accustomed to them, the way an urban dweller grows deaf to the sound of sirens, that they became a normal part of my environment. Even today I never notice when some jerk whistles at a woman who's with me. On some unconscious level, I probably assume they're whistling at Mom.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
The Horror Beneath Book 2 Chapter 3 and Notes
The Horror Beneath Book 2 by daniellesadvisor
CHAPTER THREE
Janine closed the book she had been reading and looked at herself in the dressing table mirror. Despite all that she had learned of the Ctholoids and the world they came from she was still a little nervous about her plan. If it didn't work then everything she had done, and everything she had made her brother Frank do, would be for nothing. True, the changes that had happened to her body would remain which, if nothing else, would be worth the risk, but she wanted so much more. Frank, she knew, would be happy to live out his days fucking the six girls that lived at the Chambers Academy for Wayward Young Women, but that wasn't enough for her.
There was literally another world out there and she wanted it.
A knock at the door brought her out of her reverie.
"Come in."
CHAPTER THREE
Janine closed the book she had been reading and looked at herself in the dressing table mirror. Despite all that she had learned of the Ctholoids and the world they came from she was still a little nervous about her plan. If it didn't work then everything she had done, and everything she had made her brother Frank do, would be for nothing. True, the changes that had happened to her body would remain which, if nothing else, would be worth the risk, but she wanted so much more. Frank, she knew, would be happy to live out his days fucking the six girls that lived at the Chambers Academy for Wayward Young Women, but that wasn't enough for her.
There was literally another world out there and she wanted it.
A knock at the door brought her out of her reverie.
"Come in."
Friday, September 2, 2011
The Horror Beneath Book 2 Chapters 1 and 2
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Horror Beneath Book 1 Chapters 5 and 6
The Horror Beneath Book 1 by daniellesadvisor
CHAPTER FIVE
"So you think there's something unusual about this new girl?"
"Yes, Mother Superior."
Sister Corina gasped a little as the Mother Superior's tongue licked gently at her erect nipple.
They were sat on a large sofa in Mother's rooms, with Corina sat on Mother's lap, her T-shirt pulled up to her neck, exposing her huge breasts, letting Mother lick and suck on her nipples. With one of her hands on Mother's back, Corina only had one free to roam across the other woman's mountainous bosom, sliding her hand into her low cut dress and from one full, round tit to the other, gently pinching her nipples.
"What is it that makes you think this?" the Mother Superior asked, taking Corina's nipple between her teeth and biting gently on it.
"She . . . aaahhhh . . . she claims to have . . . been attacked by the Ctholoid for the first time a couple of days ago when we . . . mmmm . . . we rescued her." Corina gasped, distracted by Mother's expert tongue and mouth. "But she looks so good . . . she looks like one of us . . . as if she's been . . . ahhh, yes! . . . she's been altered by the Ctholoid cum."
CHAPTER FIVE
"So you think there's something unusual about this new girl?"
"Yes, Mother Superior."
Sister Corina gasped a little as the Mother Superior's tongue licked gently at her erect nipple.
They were sat on a large sofa in Mother's rooms, with Corina sat on Mother's lap, her T-shirt pulled up to her neck, exposing her huge breasts, letting Mother lick and suck on her nipples. With one of her hands on Mother's back, Corina only had one free to roam across the other woman's mountainous bosom, sliding her hand into her low cut dress and from one full, round tit to the other, gently pinching her nipples.
"What is it that makes you think this?" the Mother Superior asked, taking Corina's nipple between her teeth and biting gently on it.
"She . . . aaahhhh . . . she claims to have . . . been attacked by the Ctholoid for the first time a couple of days ago when we . . . mmmm . . . we rescued her." Corina gasped, distracted by Mother's expert tongue and mouth. "But she looks so good . . . she looks like one of us . . . as if she's been . . . ahhh, yes! . . . she's been altered by the Ctholoid cum."
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