Great Story!

Hi g_coco21, this is a great story that you have written so far. There are some shocking surprises and twists to this story that I liked. I also like all the sex and the vivid details that went with it in the story. Chapter 9 was very surprising to me towards the end, because I didn't expect things to happen the way they did. There are things in the story that I thought that could had been different. (I will tell you in a PM why. I would tell you here, but who want to read a post that drags on and on and eventully becoming boring.) I did enjoy reading this story and I hope that you will continue to write more.

 

One of my faves.

 

Thanks for your reviews so far (at least for the constructive ones . I noticed them and in large parts agree with them. This is not the end the story deserved. I've had it rest for a while and today started writing again.
I would like to have some people read through my first draft to get some early feedback.
If anyone is interested please pm me. First ten people to ask get the sneak peek.

Thanks for reading and keep on commenting on the stories you read. Those two minutes of effort are the fuel that keeps us writers running. Thanks a whole lot for that!

 

Very good I cant wait for the next version

 

CHAPTER X- revised.

Note: This is the “true” Finale to this series. My deepest apologies for that other shit chapter. The Finale is going to come in 3-4 parts.

PROLOGUE

Linda and I became a couple after this for some time, but as most teenage romances, this one ended only a couple of months after. It was less for a lack of feelings for one another, than just the huge amount of stress this relationship brought upon us. Linda didn’t want her parents to find out about us, especially her mom, since she was afraid Megan would make her life hell once she knew about her daughter fucking her nephew. Let alone the fact, that Megan and I had history.

But luckily we never got caught the few times that we actually got to get some alone time. We really savored these hours, I enjoyed every inch of her body and she enjoyed me too I guess. She hadn’t looked that happy in ages and even her relationship with her mother improved over time. As time went on though, it just dawned to us both, that we would never be able to do other normal couple activities. And never being able to fully relax when being together eventually took its toll on our relationship.

Then one day Linda told me she had met someone at school, while I had been away at the airbase where I was currently deployed. We hadn’t seen each other in 3 or 4 weeks and I discovered to my surprise, that I felt somehow relieved now that this pressure was off my back. Also this opened up the opportunity to fully focus on my pilot career which had suffered a little.
Linda was in tears though, she felt bad for having feelings for someone else and it took me hours to calm her down and tell her it was okay. She was sitting on my lap, her face buried on my shoulder, her arms hugging me. I felt myself already missing her, when she started kissing my neck.

“One last?”, she whispered in my ear.

It was all it took for me to start making out with her. But just as she was about to lift her t-shirt, we heard the door and her mom calling her. Linda looked at me, kissed me and went downstairs. When she came back, I had gone, sneaking away through the front door silently as she talked to Aunt Meg.

After this our relationship resembled that of normal cousins, we enjoyed each other’s company when we saw each other but that we did only on rare occasions, like family reunions and such.

Also Aunt Meg seemed to finally settle down a little. Little Jake had grown up a lot in the last year and with each day he got older he looked more and more like Uncle Frank. This surprising turn of fate seemed to have been a good sign for her marriage. On my Grandma’s Birthday I saw her hugging Uncle Frank in the kitchen when she thought they were alone, a thing no one in our family had witnessed in years.

But me being me, I could not help but notice her looking better than ever. She had put on a little more weight again (she had had her ups and downs after Jake had been born) and her skin glowed like gold in the sun. Still Meg hadn’t stopped being flirtatious around other men, she always looked out to be dressed sexy and get attention. She damn well knew that no one (except her daughters) in our family looked as hot as she did. But it was now clear, that she was her husband’s faithful wife, and she really seemed to be in love with him. Even my mom, who had always had her suspicions about Megan didn’t have any doubts in her feelings toward Frank anymore.

For me this were sexually frustrating times. Since my studies took up much of my time, I hadn’t been dating a girl in what felt like decades. My old classmate Melissa called me from time to time, but neither of us ever got the courage to go beyond phone calls.

Now seeing my Aunt and Uncle in the kitchen, I couldn’t help but feeling a little sting of jealousy. I couldn’t believe this was the same woman that had been eagerly sucking my dick in what felt like another century.

I went back to the living room, where the rest of the family had gathered. Everyone sat there chatting and having a good time. I looked at Felice, now 14, who was texting someone- probably her most recent boyfriend, she constantly dated some lucky dude. Sometimes even two or three at the same time, she claimed. But since she was still pretty young this only meant she was going to the movies with them or hanging out at the mall, so no big deal for Uncle Frank to be worried about.

Linda had brought along her boyfriend, Tim.

‘My god, what a dick.’, I caught myself thinking.

Tim was 22, so much older than Linda, who had just turned 17. I knew him from school, but in contrast to most other guys our age he didn’t pursue any kind of career yet. He had started studying something, but apparently never spent any time in classes and no one ever heard of him actually studying. This was probably the only thing making me feel a little bit better about myself.
Linda sat on Tim’s lap and giggled at almost every word he said. She had died her dark hair, now displaying blonde highlights. A change no one, except for Tim, really appreciated since her hair had always been somewhat of a trademark.

The party lasted until 3am, when everyone vanished into the summer night to get some sleep. Everyone except for my mom and Meg who cleaned up the kitchen and Dad and me who carried away some furniture we had used. At around 4 we agreed someone had to take care of Grandpa who had fallen into an alcohol-induced slumber on his favorite chair on the terrace. Rock-paper-scissors revealed this being my task. So I woke Gramps up and supported him as we both meandered up the stairs where I helped him take off his shoes and sink into bed.

When I came back down Mom and Megan had finished cleaning up the kitchen. We switched off the lights and went down to the smaller house where Uncle Frank’s family and my brother and me stayed. Mom stayed back in the main house where the rest of the family stayed as usual when visiting my Grandparents.

“What a nice evening.”, Megan sighed as we started our way.

“Yeah, really fun.”, I half-heartedly agreed.

“I think Grandpa definitely had a lot of fun, he seemed really happy that you and your brother played drinking games with him. But I don’t think he can keep up with you young lads.”, she giggled.

“Mmmh.”

We fell silent for a couple of seconds, before she asked:
“I’m really sorry for the way I behaved to you last time we drove here. And I want to thank you for protecting me from making a huge mistake. That was a hard time for me, I felt unwanted and I regretted everything that happened before. I guess I was showing a bad case of midlife crisis.”

“It’s alright. I guess I kinda noticed that back then. And turning you down was actually pretty hard at first, but the woman you were then had nothing to do with the Aunt Meg that I admired before I guess.”

“That’s nice to say of you.”, she smiled.

We had reached the house and noticed the front door was locked.

“That man drives me nuts.”, Megan groaned, “he has this new fetish of always locking the front door even if he knows I’ll come home after him.”

“I suppose it’s his form of midlife crisis.”, I said sarcastically and started digging my pockets for my keys.

I unlocked and we were met by the sound of mumbling and giggling. I thought nothing of it and went to my room. Just when I was about to take my shoes off I heard Megan’s voice shouting out:

“FRANK WHAT?! FELICE???! YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!”

Then I heard something slam on the floor. Exiting my room again I looked down the hall to see Aunt Megan collapsed in front of her bedroom. Not even a second after this Felice ran out my Uncle’s and Aunt’s bedroom, a sheet wrapped around her obviously naked body. She didn’t look at anyone as she ran past me and my surprised brother who had also woken up.

We went to look after Meg, who still didn’t move.


CHAPTER X- The revised version


FELICE:
It started when I was about 9 or so. Sometimes when I came home early from school I saw those bikes in front of our house. Or a pair of dirty sneakers in our hall.

The first time it happened my sports class got cancelled so we were sent home. After a long bus drive home I was glad to be home early and looked forward to getting some rest. I noticed the bike of Josh Andrews, who sometimes mowed our lawn, standing on the backdoor to our house. This wasn’t particularly unusual, but seeing how it wasn’t a Saturday and Andrew was normally supposed to be in school it got me thinking for a second. But I was too excited to play on my new playstation, a present dad got me for my birthday. Mom didn’t like it much when I played, so I had planned to sneak in the backdoor and get into my room without running into mom. The first she would do is cut me some slack about not being in school and how my grades were not good enough. Same old.

I opened the door and slid into our kitchen. Since mom hardly ever cooked, a thing she well could but rather left to dad, I was sure she wasn’t in here. She’d probably in the basement in front of the TV on her treadmill or meeting some friends in town.

Carefully I opened the kitchen door and sneaked into the hall. I heard some giggling from upstairs.

Thinking she was probably chatting with her friend Judy on the phone, I walked on less carefully and went upstairs.
About halfway upstairs when a little bell rang inside my head. Something was wrong here. I couldn’t pinpoint it, but something definitely didn’t fit the picture.

I shrugged my shoulders and went on. When I was about to open the door to my room it hit me. Josh’s bike- it stood at our house. But there was no lawn mower. And my mom was giggling. I thought she was talking on the phone. But the signal of the cordless phone didn’t reach my parents’ room.
Just as I was drawing conclusions from all this, a sound reached my ears.

“Mmmmh baby, you like that?”

“You betcha Mrs. Fletcher.”

“Stop calling me that, you know it makes me feel old.”
It was Josh’s voice coming out my mom’s room. My heart started beating fast. I was still young, but I had seen enough soap operas to have an idea of what the situation was here.

“Oh Mrs. Fle…Meg, you’re far from being old. You’re hotter than every chick in my school.”

I slowly walked towards my parents’ door and looked through the keyhole. I could see the back of Josh’s pants, apparently he was standing right in front of the door. They kept on with their pretentious flirting. Mom pretending she was unaware of her effect towards all men, I mean even I knew she was hot as hell, and Josh pretending he had never stared at her ass and breasts. Every guy did, hell her tits are fucking amazing. I was always hoping to someday have two perfect globes like she had.

Knowing I’d never get a good view from where I was, I went to my room and opened the door to the balcony. My room is next to my parents’ room and our balconies are connected. Carefully I slid outside and kneeled down to get a view between the shades of mom’s bedroom. To my surprise they were quite wide open and there she was.

She sat on a chair in front of Josh. Her face towards me, but her eyes were closed. Phew.

Josh was apparently giving her a backrub, his hands were working on Mom’s neck.

‘Well maybe this wasn’t what I thought it was.’, I thought to myself.

“Mmmh gosh I needed this.”

Josh’s face was bright red, I was in no danger of him catching me. His eyes were fixed on Mom’s cleavage. What the fuck was Mom thinking she was doing? If dad would catch her like this, he would immediately divorce her. Even this wasn’t what it seemed like, well… it just seemed like it.

And on top of that with this kid. He was barely 18, quite build but not really attractive and about as witty as a cold toast.

“You know, I think the nerve I pulled is actually a little lower. I’m gonna lie on down on the bed. If you don’t mind of course.”

As if he fucking would.

“N..no Ma’am, I mean, Meg. Go ahead.”

I quickly withdrew my head for some seconds and then looked inside again. Mom was now standing with her side to me and was about to stretch out on the bed. She was wearing a jeans skirt and a tight black longsleeve shirt. She bent over the bed and her thong peeked out the top of her skirt. A really nice red lace thong.

Josh had noticed as hell. It must have hurt when his jaw had dropped onto his feet. Only thing missing was him drool… nope, there it was.

“Are you just gonna stand there or get down to business? Josh?”

“Um yeah, sorry Ma’am. Mrs. Fletch… Meg.“

Mom was now lying on her belly. Her skirt rose up a little and I guess Josh was hoping it would move up more to reveal Mom’s butt. But luckily that didn’t happen.

Josh went towards the bed and sat down next to her and started rubbing her back again.

“Lower honey.”

Josh let his hands wander between Mom’s shoulder blades. His eyes were lower though. He had a good view at Mom’s red thong.

“Lower.”, Mom moaned.

His hands went to were the hook of Mom’s bra must have been because she stopped him only to sigh some moments later.

“Hugh, this hurts. Could you unhook my bra please?”

“You…You mean like open it?”

“Yes honey, it’s not a big deal. Just lift up my shirt a little and unhook it. A
stud like you must’ve done that before.”

“Erm…yeah. I guess. But are you sure that’s allright with Mr. Fletcher?”

“Ah don’t worry about it. You’re rubbing my back way too good for me to have you stop now. Besides he never does that for me.”

“Bu…”, Josh was about to protest when she cut him off.

“If you want something done just do it yourself.”, Mom exclaimed impatiently.

She lifted her shoulders of the bed and pulled up her shirt, revealing her red bra which she quickly unhooked.

She took it off completely and threw it to the side. Josh’s face was bright red, his forehead was glistening. He swallowed as he looked down at Mom who was lying down again. Her massive jugs pushed out to the sides.

“Get down to it.”

Josh didn’t even mind the tone, his hands had just waited for the order. As he started massaging her again, I took a moment to recap the situation.
What was I supposed to do? Go in and stop them? –No, I couldn’t. That would mean I had peeked and knew what they were doing. And maybe this was not what it seemed like still.

Bullshit. It was. But still I hesitated. I wanted to know more of what was going on in there. I didn’t want to stop them just yet. I needed proof, I thought to myself.

I looked back in.

Josh was still massaging Mom’s back, she cooed and moaned how relaxing it was. After some minutes Josh paused and stretched his back.

“What’s wrong Josh? Are you stopping? Please don’t, it’s sooo nice baby.”, Mom pleaded like a little girl.

“Just need a sec, it’s hard from this angle.”

“Then why don’t you kneel above me?”

“May I?”

“Sure honey, go ahead.”

“Are you…”

“Yes Josh I’m sure. It’s okay. You rub my back so nice. It’s only fair.”

Josh did what he was told and knelt above Mom’s butt, careful to not touch it.

“You can sit down on my butt honey. It’s got enough fat on it, you don’t have to worry about hurting me.”

“Erm thanks Ma’am. But it’s not fat.”

“You think so?”, Mom asked and turned her upper body towards him to give him a look of surprise. Her breasts had lifted off the bed and I was again lucky to not have been caught, but I guess Mom was too busy to notice me.

I could see Josh trying hard to get a peek at Mom’s tits and at the same time trying to not stare at them. Since this was a lost cause, Mom noticed.

“Are you enjoying the view or should I turn more?”

Josh quickly looked down.

“Sorry Ma’am but it’s kinda hard not to look. I… I …”

“What honey?”

“Nothing Ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be honey, but please call me Meg.”

“Okay.”

Mom turned away again and he started rubbing her back. He now fully sat on her butt without even noticing.

“Did you enjoy the view now or didn’t you?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Neither could Josh.

“What?”

“My breast. Do you like them?”

“Wha...Why?”

“Just tell me. I’m old and they start getting saggy and I would like to hear a
guy’s opinion.”

“Well I didn’t really look at them.”

“Oh sure you didn’t. You looked deeply into my eyes as you were saying ‘Hello’ half an hour ago.”

“Ma’am I’m sorry, but I really should go now. It’s getting kinda late and I still need to mow the lawn.”

Mom remained silent. Instead I noticed her hips now moving. Josh closed his eyes and bit his lips. He wasn’t sure of what to do.

“Then go.”

“Wha… Erm yes.”.

Josh lifted up, his pants showed a massive bulge. Mom remained on the bed but lifted her shoulders again and turned her head towards him.

“Could you pass me the bra sweetie?”

“Oh... sure”, Josh replied.

It was obvious he was thankful for being given the opportunity to bow down and do something to hide his boner.
He bent down and picked up the bra. When his head was up Mom had sat up on the opposite edge of the bed, her back towards him. And me for that matter.

She reached behind herself and Josh handed her the lingerie. Mom put on the bra and held the straps on her back.

“Could you close them again?”

“Ma’am I really…”

“God Josh, just do it.”, she sighed.

He reached out when she suddenly turned around. I withdrew my head quickly, my heart was beating like a jackhammer. I could feel all nerves in my body ringing like alarm clocks. And I felt this tingling in my legs.
It remained silent for a moment. Should I look inside again? I decided for yes. Quitting was never my thing after all.

I looked inside again. Mom was still sitting there. She held the bra in front of her breast. Josh just knelt on the bed looking at her. He was apparently wondering what she was about to do.

And she just let her hand fall on her legs.

The bra tried for a second to defy the ever so powerful gravitational force as if to stand up for morals and ethics in this situation and keep the inevitable from happening. Mom kept looking at Josh. Josh kept looking. At her tits. And the bra lost its battle. It first slipped a little, and the it fell down entirely.

Josh let out a loud “Oh…”. Mom just kept looking at him.

My fingers were now shaking; all this riskiness was almost too much for me. But then I had always loved risky situations and so I stayed. The tingling in my legs was stronger than ever and had spread throughout my entire body.

“Well didn’t you wanna leave…Josh?, Mom asked as if her tits weren’t fully on display. Before he could answer she added:

“But I guess you’d rather stay, I guess you’d rather come over here and get your hands on these?”, she grinned confidently. For the first time in my life I witnessed how a woman could get everything she wanted just by making a man want her more than anything.

“M..ma.”

“Say it right Josh. Say it like a man.”, Mom demanded.

Josh took a second to regain his senses.

“May I?”

“Don’t ask me Josh. You should know by now what’s on my mind. And I know what’s on yours.”

“Then what should I do?”

Mom smiled. It seemed like this question was what she had waited for.

“Fuck. Me.”, she slowly answered.

Josh still knelt on the bed dumbstruck.

“I…errm…”, he stuttered, obviously unsure of what to do.
Mom was getting tired of this it seemed. She sighed and lay down on her back. Her head was now just below Josh’s bulge, her tits now even better in his view. Her hand just grabbed his erection and I could hear him moan in relief and lust.

“I guess I have to do the work then. Do you want that baby?”, Mom cooed in a sweet tone.

“Yeah.”, Josh groaned as she kept on grabbing his centerpiece.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as she started opening his belt. This was real. This was happening. My own mother was cheating on my loving, hardworking father. The man that always had provided for her, for us, he would do anything to make her happy. He was probably only so lucky to score her for good, because he was the only man to be able to deal with her mood swings and bitchy attitude.

And I was sitting here doing nothing about it. Not only was I not doing anything about it. I enjoyed it somehow. Not sexually. Back then I knew about sex, not the details, but I had a rough picture. And this was my chance to finally get to see how sex worked.

Mom had apparently unzipped Josh’s pants and started massaging his boxers again. With his back towards me I could not see much of him or what she was doing exactly.

“Mmmh, it’s big baby. Nice and hard.”, Mom moaned.

“Do it.”, she commanded.

He seemed to have waited for this, his hands quickly grabbed her breasts and started kneading them softly.

“Mmmh. Harder Josh. Grab’em rough.”, she cooed.

He did hesitantly. Then he really worked her tits. Mom groaned as he pinched her nipples. Only today I can imagine the pleasure it must have given her back then.

Turning away from the scene in my parents’ bedroom I tried to recompose and calm down. What in the world was happening here? I should be in tears, should be storming in there, I should be interrupting them, should kick and scream, should be hateful at my mom and should be crying for daddy. But this was just so… forbidden.

Mom had pulled down Josh’s boxers and the moving of her head implied something I didn’t really understand back then. Her back was arched and her tits shook as she moved her back as her head bopped back and forth. She wasn’t sucking on it was she? A loud slurping noise and then her voice asking:

“Like me sucking that fat dick of yours Josh? Have you dreamt of this before?”

“Fuck yeah Meg, I wanked off so often thinking of you.”

I couldn’t believe my mom was taking his dick in her mouth. That seemed so wrong back then. Off course I had chatted with friends about this before, but I never imagined my own mother doing something this nasty. And certainly I had no desire to ever take some guys wiener in my mouth. But there she was on my father’s bed.

“Did you dream of a tit-job Josh?”

“Oh.”, was all he could reply. ‘WHAT?!’ , I thought.

My mom pulled down Josh’s pants, and told him to kneel down again like he did before. She lay underneath him, between his legs and pressed her tits together and apparently she put his willie in between them.

Now I could see his balls as they were swinging right under my Mom’s chin. Her head rested on the bed as his hips now pumped back and forth penetrating the valley between her sweaty globes. I recall asking myself how on earth she could find this sexually arousing. Plus she had his ass in her view every time he drew back and forth. But mother seemed to be of contrary opinion as she grabbed his ass and kneaded it telling him how sexy he looked.
Only after a couple of thrusts Josh’s breathing got harder, he started grunting and suddenly mom shouted:

“Oh don’t you dare cum yet Josh, I want you to fuck me, stop it…JOSH!”

“SORRYYYYYY…UHHH!”, was all he could shout out between his gritted teeth. I couldn’t see what was actually happening. But I knew that Josh just had what our biology teacher called an orgasm.

“WHAT THE FUCK JOSH?”, mom screamed at him hysterically, “not only did you cum without caring about what I do, but even more so you ruined the bed. GET THE FUCK OUTTA THIS HOUSE YOU PRICK!”

“But Meg, I’m dee…”, was all he could stutter before she interrupted him once more.

“OUT! AND HOW DARE YOU CALL ME MEG ANYMORE! GET THE FUCK OUT AND MOW THE FUCKING LAWN YOU LOSER!”

Josh didn’t take two seconds to grab his stuff. I could see his limp little cock hanging between his legs. It had lost what little attractiveness and fascination I felt for it earlier. He himself was about to cry it seemed, he didn’t understand what had just happened. Pulling up his pants he ran out the room.
I was about to get up myself and go back to my room, since Josh would be mowing the lawn in a couple of minutes and then he could see me sitting on the balcony as I heard weeping from inside.

Mom was sitting on the bed. Her tanned slender belly was soaked with Josh’s remnants, and she … she was crying. In her hands she held a picture which showed her and dad on their honeymoon in Mexico.

“I’m so…sorry Fra..ank.”, she sobbed as she talked to the photography.

“…b..bbut I feel so…alone. You’re ne..ver …touching me anymore. But I see you stare at the young girls in town. I feel so worthless…”, she cried to herself.

I didn’t know what to make of this, but I had to get up now. Josh was already in the shack and starting the lawn mower. It was only seconds before he’d come out.

The rest of the day went by pretty normal. I had pretended to have come home an hour after those events and everyone bought it. For a second I was thinking about talking to Linda about this, but then I didn’t do it for some reason. Maybe I just didn’t know how to go about this. Plus it gave me a feeling of power to know Mom’s darkest secrets.

She instead acted her normal self. Well, what had become her normal self. I remember her being a warm, caring person up until I was about to enter school. Suddenly she had turned short-tempered, moody and well…bitchy. Especially towards Linda and me, Dad didn’t catch as much of this, probably due to his working hours. We still had to pay off our house, which meant for Dad to work 10-12 hours a day and on the weekends as well.

I didn’t catch her in the act anymore, maybe because it had stopped. But about half a year later, our Dad went on a business trip with our Uncle George. Both ran their practice together and were invited to some conference I think. Since it was winter and Mom was also planning a weekend trip with her girlfriends, our cousin Mark was supposed to be sleeping in our house to keep an eye on us.

Markie had always been my favorite of many cousins. I recall having a really bad crush on him at that age back then. He would always know how to make me laugh and was the only “adult” (his age of 17 was making him an adult in my eyes) who would also talk to me as a person and not only a little girl. Plus I think he liked that I had always been a little tomboy. I didn’t look like a boy, but I played soccer better than most guys my age and was never really interested in puppets or princesses. My favorite toys were water guns and a pair of cowboy boots, a thing that added much amusement to any family festivity when I was younger.

When the day finally came I couldn’t wait to be out of school. But early in the morning, when Linda and I were on our way to school it started snowing. It didn’t stop all day, so that by lunch the Dean made an announcement, stating that we were to go home after lunch. Since the busses gave up fighting the snowy streets after a couple of attempts, a friend’s mom told us Linda and I could stay over at her house for the night. She would drive us home the next day.


Surprisingly Mom came to pick us up that next morning. This was unusual enough, normally she would have gladly taken the opportunity to let some else do the half hour drive. We were even more astonished when she pulled up the driveway and hugged us.

Her face was bright as sunshine, she had done her hair and was wearing a nice pair of jeans, leather boots, and a furry vest to keep her warm. She really looked stunningly beautiful. On the drive home she started humming along the radio, which made Linda and I exchange looks of suspicion. Who was that woman? We even had a real conversation, not about her and her problems, but about Linda’s boy problems, about my anxiety to go on my first school trip in spring. It must have been like normal families drive home from school.

When we pulled up the driveway I saw Mark. He was shuffling snow from the pavement, and had already cleaned up most of it and the neighbours’ part too. He was wearing a red sports jacket and his favourite beanie, which he always wore when he went snowboarding. I had saved up all my pocket money to give it to him for Christmas and was really glad to see he liked it. Plus I thought he looked like a really cute boarder guy in it, although I knew he wasn’t exactly that kind of character.

The car stopped but nobody got out immediately. Back then I hardly noticed it, and when I finally did, I blamed the cold being responsible for it. By now I see it a little different. All three of us were looking at Mark doing his work. He even looked up, smiled and waved at us. “At me”, I thought. And probably Linda and Mom thought the same. Hell we were not looking at him, we were admiring him. There he was, broad shoulders, tall, short brownish hair, dark eyes. He was incredibly good-looking. All the girls in my class either had a crush on him or his younger brother who looked similar, but Jamie was a little more on the daredevil side.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in our rooms, listening to music and doing some housework. When it got darker at around 4pm, we noticed Mark still being outside, as well as Mom. We went outside and saw that the streets were full of people chatting and gathering around a bunch of tables were some neighbors were serving hot tea and punch. We grabbed our coats and joined the party. I greeted my Aunt and my cousins who were there and also Mark who was talking to Melissa, a girl from our village.

Then I went to meet some friends. After half an hour we wanted to into our house to watch a movie, but I had forgotten my keys. I went to look for Linda, but she had apparently taken off to a friend’s house already. I asked around to find Mom, when someone told me he had seen her walking up a street towards the fields to talk with Mark.

I ran up the little alley when I heard muffled moans and a slapping noise.
Then someone behind me whistled, a couple was walking up the street with their dog. I looked around me and saw Mom and Mark’s outlines walking back towards me behind some hedges. I shrugged my shoulders and went back as well, thinking I could use another tea before going home, since they’d have to pass me anyways.

When they arrived I noticed a change between them. And then it hit me, it all made sense. It felt like someone pouring hot water over my shoulders. The jolt of envy and hate that went through my insides as I saw the way those two looked at each other. I now knew what those noises in the alley had been. My own mother had something going with my cousin.

Oh how much I hated her for this. And what a relief it was to hear that Mark had broken off the whole ordeal only a day later. Not only that, he had done it to protect me and Linda from this mess and our Mom. I had told Linda my observations, and after the initial shock, she decided to talk to Mom about this. She caught her, being caught by Mark as she was fucking some other guy. My god, what a fucking mess my Mother had become.

 

To fuel your imagination and reward you all for being so patient, I looked around the interwebs for pictures of women that look like the ones I (try to) describe in my stories.

Also feel free to upload pictures you feel show the characters. I'd love to see what you imagine they look like

So here goes the first:

Linda

 

CHAPTER 10.2

CHAPTER 10.2

MEGAN
I had married Frank on a beautiful Saturday. I was in my mid 20’s and Frank was just getting started as a doctor in a small town nearby my parents place.
We had first met in school when Frank was 18 and I was 11. Frank, always being somewhat nerdy, still managed to be liked by everyone because he was so damn funny. He always used to do pranks on others but was a real friend when you needed one.
He was never lucky with the ladies though- a little overweight and not always wearing what was considered “hip” back at the time. Not that I cared much back then, I was too young to be thinking about boys (except for my favorite singers maybe) but in retrospective it explains a lot of what’s going on today.
We did not meet again for many years. I had my first boyfriends in high school and since I always knew what league I played in, I never settled for less than I was worth. Without false humility I guess it seems fair to say that back then I was amongst the prettiest and most desired girls in our school. One look from me was enough to have the nerds drooling with desire and turn them into willing slaves to do my homework, carry my bag, buy me lunch… well you get the idea. Sometimes I’d have three boyfriends at the same time, they all knew I wasn’t in love with them and would break up as soon as I felt like it but they still kept quiet.
It all changed when I turned 17. School was getting serious business for me now, my grades had always been average at best and I wanted to get a decent job after high school. My parents couldn’t afford college, so I’d have to be on my own feet as soon as possible. Yet I had gotten used to a certain standard of living that I wanted to maintain. And that meant for me to settle down a bit. By then I was dating Rob, a tall, quiet guy. But he was the star of the basketball team. And I guess it’s fair to say I had finally fallen in love with someone.
Rob was all a girl could wish for: understanding, incredibly good looking, smart but not nerdy and really supportive. And he had the driest sense of humor one could ever have. He wouldn’t say much all day, not because he was shy but because he felt he didn’t need to talk when it wasn’t necessary, but then when you least suspected it he’d just drop a one-liner that had you lying on the floor laughing. Last not least he was a hell of a ride in the sack. I had started having sex with 14 and by the time I’d met Rob there were tons of boys and even one threesome I’d had. But he was just perfect. His body was incredibly sexy- Rob was 6’2’’, slim but muscular. But the nicest thing about him was his cock. I’m not ladylike when it comes to this part of the male anatomy. If a guy has a nice tool it drives me nuts. And Rob’s was sheer perfection. It was average length but was pretty thick and veiny. And he was circumcised which I always favored. And back then people weren’t shaved down there, but even today I sometimes wish I could jerk his manhood while licking his cum-laden heavy balls. It still makes my panties wet, when I remember my favorite sexytime with him.


His team had surprisingly made it to the regional tournament; Rob had started well but twisted his ankle in the second quarter. He tried for some minutes but eventually he had to quit. My friends and I were watching the game and as soon as I noticed Rob walking off into the dressing rooms I followed to console him. I knew that this was his most important game of the season and not being a part anymore was weighing heavy on him.
When I came into the locker room Rob sat on the bench and his dad was in front of him looking at his ankle.
“It’s pretty bruised but I don’t think anything is broken or badly injured mate, just take it easy for a couple of days and you’ll be fine.”
Rob nodded and looked up at me. He didn’t need to tell me how he felt, I knew he was heartbroken. Not being able to play the tournament was a real downer. Still he looked incredibly fine, his body was still soaked in sweat. His broad shoulders were glistening in the artificial light of the locker room, a drop of sweat was running down his neck under his jersey. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to watch it run down his hard abs and then lick it off as it runs down his lower body towards his magnificent dick.
“Guess I’m not wearing my favorite high heels to the prom next week.”, he suddenly exclaimed.
His dad burst out laughing and stood up.
“We’ll see about that buddy, I’ll be outside to catch the rest of the game. Take a shower and get dressed. You comin’ Maggie?”, he asked me.
Half-heartedly I agreed. Rob’s dad was nice but pretty conservative. I had already been daring enough to come inside the locker room like that in the first place. Although Harry allowed us to have sleep overs he still wouldn’t make it easy on us.
In the hall I had a sudden idea.
“Hey Harry I’m going to take off. I want to surprise Rob and cook dinner for him.”
“Yeah okay, see you at home. Leave some for us will ya?”, he replied over his shoulder. His mind was on the game again, so he’d probably have forgotten it by the time.
I waited outside for some seconds and then quickly returned to the locker room. Just when I was about to enter I saw Rob taking of his jersey. He had his back turned to me and not yet noticed me. I stood there for a moment and admired his muscles move and flex as he did that and then proceeded to take his other shoe off.
Then I took of my top and undid my skirt and walked up to him just in my bra and panties. He didn’t even seem surprised when I touched his lower back to let my hand slide up his back. It was smooth and slick from all the sweat. And for some weird reason that even turned me on more.
Rob didn’t say much as usual. He took his shoe off and then turned around. By now he was only wearing his shorts- and fuck-me- he looked good. All he did was raise his brow as he always used to do when he was surprised by something. This time it was me only wearing my underwear.
I kissed him and within seconds we were making out. I could smell his body, it smelled like a man should. Not stinky or bad in any way like you would suspect when someone is soaked in sweat. To me he smelled addictive, it drove me crazy. Even if his dad would walk in now, I would not be able to stop. I started to kiss his neck and tasted the saltiness on my lips. My hands were sliding down his back into his shorts and I started grabbing his ass and pulling him towards me. I really wanted him, wanted him to take me. With all the sex I had so far, and that was admittedly a lot, I didn’t recall ever being this crazy for a guy. My panties were dripping wet by now, I could really feel my juices running down the side of my inner thighs.

“Jeez Meg…now?!”, was all he managed to mutter. But he did not disagree when I continued to kiss and lick my way down his sweat soaked neck towards his chest. I could already feel his massive erection pressing against my lower belly.

“I want to taste you.”, I moaned seductively. I knew he would not be able to resist me. Every boy in school was after me, they even offered me money just to go out with them. But never has anyone wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to fuck Rob that moment.

I knelt down. His fat veiny penis right in front of my face, the only thing between me and him were his boxers. I kissed the front side of them, and inhaled his scent. Heavenly, divine. My hand touched the silhouette of his erection and grabbed. I heard him groaning, whether pain from his injury or pleasure from my touch- I didn’t give a shit. All I cared about was to taste him.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I started massaging this menacing piece of manhood. Until I could see a drop of clear liquid appear through the fabric of his boxers. Without a moment’s hesitation I kissed it away to taste the superb saltiness of his pre-cum.

As I started to jerk him faster he suddenly groaned:

“Please Meg, this is awesome, but please let me sit down.”

Looking up at him I nodded and watched as he slowly descended upon the wooden bench. I crawled in-between his legs and started kissing the hem of his boxers and pulled them down. With a few moments delay his cock sprang free and slapped against his belly. Now he sat there in all his majesty. From my point of view it was a sight to be seen. I felt delightfully degraded, as I was kneeling in front of him, my face only inches away from his balls, then his stiff cock resting all its weight on his flat stomach, his big chest with the slight chest hair, and then his face. Eyes closed he just enjoyed the moment and the pleasure only I could bring him.

And so I began servicing him. I ran my tongue over his ball sac, and immediately tasted his sweat on them. I sucked one into my mouth to feast on this taste. My right hand meanwhile started to jerk his beautiful slick erection. After a few moments I could not wait any longer, I kissed his shaft and made my way up towards the tip of it. Without hesitation I jammed my mouth as far down on his dick as I could manage. He moaned and ran his hand through my hair. I wished he would just grab it and use me for his pleasure. But he was, of course, too gentle to do that.

While I now gave him head the best I could, my hands massaged his well-filled ball sac and every once in a while I would lick up the saliva that ran down them. I knew he liked it when I didn’t make a mess of myself and us when I blew him. Suddenly I noticed a stream of spit running down the side of his testicles.

“Let me get that baby”, I cooed and without thinking about it lifted his healthy leg aside and kissed my way down the trail of wetness, while my hand jerked his dick. It was only when I had reached the final drop of spit that I fully came to realize what exactly I was doing. And the sheer rate of perversion I was displaying was making me even hornier, I was just about to lick my spit off a mans asshole. There was no part of the proud and arrogant high school queen left in me. What I had become was a meer tool to satisfy his urges.

"Oh god... I'm gonna cum soon.", he moaned.

I had never done this before, but I wanted to show him that there were no limits to what I was willing to do to make him feel better. So I engulfed his slick cockhead with my full red lips and swirled my tongue around it. It only took a split second until his hips started shaking and I felt the salty-bitter taste of his seed cover my tongue and hit the back of my mouth. The warm sensation of him spending his lust inside my mouth made me wish I hadn't so often before rejected taking care of him this way.

After he released the last drops of his strong seed on my tongue I swallowed and kept on sucking his dick a little more, hoping he would get it up and fuck me. My panties were thouroughly soaked and I was just about to undress when we heard the noise from the game, indicating that it was half-time. I had just seconds to get up and leave the locker room. I gave his body a final longing look and collected myself.

"I'm gonna fuck you silly tonite.", I warned him jokingly. He just smiled at me but remained silent.

I was out just in time and made my way home. On my drive home I could smell his scent on my clothes and still taste his semen on my tongue. Without really consciously deciding on this, I slipped a hand in my panties and started to massage my clit. It took me some moments to realize that I was masturbating while driving. And since my car was a nice red convertible that my dad bought for me, I was giving a nice show to the middle-aged guy in the car next to me at a red-light. I just noticed when I was already too far into it, that he stared at me as I wiggled and shifted my wet bottom on the seat of my car, while I rubbed my wet cunt to orgasm. When it finally hit me I looked over to him and moaned as I noticed his right hand moving, probably he was jerking himself off as well now. I kept my eyes locked on him as my juices soiled my panties and the leather of my seat.

When I finally arrived home, I had calmed down a little and felt ashamed at what I had just done. I carefully crept inside our house and up to my room. Nobody should notice the wet spot between my legs and the smell of man-sweat. If mom or dad would've seen me this way there would be no denying what I had done.

I got in the shower and cleaned up. It took me two hours to decide on which dress I would wear to Rob's house. I went for a short white summer dress with red flower prints. Also I put on the finest pair of white silk panties I owned. However, I felt kinky and so I decided to leave out the bra and feel the cool sensation of the thin dress rub against my hard nipples.

It took me twenty minutes to get to his place. My heart was racing and my panties were already soaked again. In my head I ran a dirty movie of all the things I would to with him tonight. We'd have dinner with his parents and I imagined massaging his crotch with my feet under the table. All the looks my cleavage would get from him, his little brother and dad. But only he would get laid by me that evening. After dinner I imagined we'd go to his room were I would just let my dress fall to the floor and show him my tits. I'd give him head first, to taste his cum again before I'd lay him on the bed and pleasure myself on his dick. And tonight I wanted to feel him bare. We'd always used condoms before, but tonight I wanted to feel his skin inside my pussy.

When I entered the driveway I noticed that his parents car was not there. Instead there was another car there, which I knew was his uncle's. I felt relieved and dissappointed at the same time because we wouldn't have dinner with his parents. At the one side I had been looking forward to get kinky and enjoy the men's stares, as both his father and little brother had always been oogling my tits and tonight they were on proud display. On the other side, I was glad not to have to endure his mother's arrogance towards me and not having to talk to her. Shelly had never liked me, it seems she could stand losing her eldest's attention to another woman.

Slowly I opened the door and crept into the hallway. I hoped Rob would be talking to his uncle in the living room, my idea was to sneak into his bedroom and get naked to surprise him when he came up. As I made my way towards the stairs I noticed the silence. Where they out in the garden maybe? I was about to shrug my shoulders and walk on as I heard a creaking noise. Again. And again. Before I realised what it was I was hearing I heard a girl's voice scream out:

"OH SHIT YES! OH..."

It hit me like a hammer in to the face. This wasn't uncle Jeff stopping by. It was his daughter, who had always been awkwardly flirty towards Rob on the rare occasion that I had met her. Unable to move, I felt my throat tighten up, my chest felt it had been ripped open and someone was squeezing my heart with his bare hands. My skin felt like someone had poured out burning hot oil all over it.

"YES! YES! AH!", his cousin's voice shouted again as I heard Rob's voice grunt and moan.

I did not need to see to believe but I now had to see it anyways. And there he was, his cousin, I guessed she was already in her 20's, rocked her slightly fat hips and ground her slutty incestous cunt on his beautiful dick as she rode him cowgirl-style.

The tears that ran down my face were something I only noticed when I arrived home and my dad asked what had happened. I don't even remember my way home.

All I knew was that the love of my life had betrayed me. The one guy I would've been happily faithful to was cheating on me with his ugly fat-assed freak of a cousin.

 

Chapter 10.4

CHAPTER 10.4


Yes this part is a little more detailed than could be expected from Mark's point of view. But I like it better this way and decided to leave it like this. Also there is going to be a sequel to this shortly and maybe a spin-off later. If you like it or if you dislike it, take the time to rate and comment, it is much appreciated. Also if anyone notices inconsistencies within the story be sure to let me know.

Mark-
After Megan and I had our talk and had come back to the house she had gone to hers and Uncle Frank's bedroom. There she saw both of them sitting on the bed playing cards, Felice was only in her panties and a tank top and Frank was just wearing his pants, but no shirt. I only heard the full story of what happened up to that point, later on from different sources and puzzled it together myself:



It had all started after Felice had confessed Megan's affairs to her dad, except for her affiliation with me (which she either didn't know about or kept to herself, I still don't know). They both had become quite close in the years after that, talking a lot about each other's problems. When Felice had turned 14, Frank had busting Felice and a friend of hers one day. She and her friend Lucy had been preparing "special" cookies when they thought Felice's parents where out until the next day and Linda was on a school trip. But Frank had come back, ever since he knew his wife had been betraying his trust he couldn't spend much time with her and she had decided to stay at the hotel with Jack. He didn't want to divorce her, for one thing he still loved her somehow and he didn't want to divorce because of the two girls and their infant child, Jack.

When he discovered the special ingredients he decided to confiscate them first, which gave him time to think about what to do with the girls. He didn't want to be too strict, as Felice was the only girl in his own family that was still on his side unconditionally and he didn't want to gamble this relationship.

He sent Lucy home and sent Felice to her room. After contemplating the situation for two more hours, Frank got up and walked to the cupboard and poured himself a glass of brandy. Not a heavy drinker normally it didn't take much to make him feel dizzy and the alcohol changed his way of thinking. Why not try out the small bag of weed that was lying in front of him. Modern parents should know what their kids were up to, so he figured. And it would maybe cure his sorrows for a little while.

He went to his room and changed into his favourite pj's and scoured old boxes for something he hadn't used in ages, heck he had never used it at all he now remembered. When he finally found it, Frank smiled and went past Felice's bedroom downstairs. Loud music told him, she was still awake.

Frank sighed and went downstairs. In the kitchen he stuffed the old pipe he had dug out with weed and lit it up. Or at least tried to. The first hit made him cough for almost two minutes straight. Yet even after smoking the rest up, he didn't feel anything he thought. 'Wonder where that little brat got this shit', he thought to himself. And he still had to find a punishment for her, she was after all still up in here room listening to music. Just like the first time he caught her... MASTURBATING! 'Good god, don't tell me she's wanking off right now'. Frank was now really angry, and his sudden dizzyness after standing up didn't make this better. Stumbling towards the stairs he was cursing under his breath. 'I'll get that little bitch, she should be feeling bad for acting behind her daddy's back and not making her little cunt feel good.'

While he thought about this, his stoned brain didn't realize he was grabbing his dick while he struggled with the stairs. When he finally reached the door to her room, he had to pause to catch his breath. And his mind now caught up with his body. For the first time in ages he had a hard-on.

Frank had been having struggles with his potence for some years now, he had always pushed the thought aside when he came to think about it. While he had always enjoyed sex with his wife, and still got aroused emotionally when he saw her naked and wet body get out the shower, his body did not respond anymore. Even the discovery that Meg had begun to shave her pussy and was wearing sexy underwear for a year or so, didn't have an effect on his privates. When he was alone, while Meg was taking the kids to their afternoon activities, he tried wanking off but it was to no use.

That was until he had walked past his young daughter's bedroom that one day. It had been a sunny summer day, a saturday. Meg and Linda were out shopping, little Jack wasn't born back then. Frank had slept in and was about to go downstairs to fix himself some coffee and work in his swimming trunks. Maybe he would find the time to go to his parents place on the other side of the street and lay by the pool. Work had been troublesome and he blamed his impotence partly on that.

Walking past his daughters room he heard her moan, he knew that Felice had told her mom that she wasn't feeling well and didn't want to go shopping. Frank got worried that his little girl was in pain and knocked.

"Uhh... what is it?", a fed up Felice answered weakly.

"Honey it's dad, are you allright?"

"I... think I'm having a migrane daddy, my head aches.", her voice replied.

Frank opened the door, Felice lay on her belly, her sweating body covered by the thin fabric of the white linnen sheets. Her hair was a mess, and her face was buried in the pillows, it was obvious to Frank that she was suffering.

He sat down at the edge of her bed.

"Do you think it's wise to have the music on, while your head is aching?", he wondered.

She looked up to him, which caused the covers to slide down from her shoulders a bit and revealed her smooth tanned skin, with those cute freckles on it. Frank was proud to have such a beautiful and intelligent daughter, someday she would find a nice husband no doubt and his sorrows would be blown away by the laughter of his grandchildren.

"No daddy, but it distracts me and calms me down.", she groaned. Her cheeks were reddish, her freckled face blushed.

"You look like you have temperature, we should check.", he said, being both the worried father and the concerned physician. He but the back of his hand on her forehead and felt that his beautiful daughter indeed felt hot and she shrugged as he touched her.

"I should get the thermometer, you really seem to have a fever.", he said.

"No dad. It's going to be allright. Promise!", she quickly replied. A little too quick. 'What's up with her?' Frank wondered. He stood up and left only to return a couple of seconds later, the thermometer in his hands.

"Dad really, I'm better already.", Felice pleaded. However Dr. Frank Fletcher was now all phyiscian and didn't respond to her plea.

He pulled away the covers, to be able to put the thermometer under her armpits, as he normally did to not embarass his girls.What he discovered shocked him.

Felice was stark naked. The hairbrush lying between her legs and the panties around her ankles left no other option to interpret the scene. The handle of the brush was slick with his daughters love juices, her naked butt only a hint whiter than her back. Her twisted upper body, which she had turned to stop his pullling down the cover, revealed her small breasts. Her rosy nipples were swollen and erect. He looked up from her lower to her upper body and then his eyes met hers. Her beautiful blue eyes formed a contrast to her tanned freckled face and brown hair. They looked at him in a mix of horror and shame.

Frank remembered he must have sat there for some seconds not saying anything before getting up and leaving without a word. Only at the doorframe he realized his daughter staring at his shorts with a weird expression on her face. He had looked down and realized that he had an erection. After that he had stormed out and not spoken to her all day. It had taken him weeks to recover from this event. He had not been able to lay at the pool all summer, the one time he tried Felice came over also and sight of her teenage body in that skimpy bikini had an immediate effect on him.



And now here he stood. In front of her door , his hand grabbing his erection and slightly massaging it through the thin fabric of his underwear.This was so wrong, yet he was too stoned and too angry at the entire world to give a shit.

He held his ear on her door. She was playing that Timberland-record he had gotten her for Christmas. How he hated that hop-hop music, or whatever they called it. Beneath the stumbing beats he heard her voice mumbling something which he couldn't identify. Just when his stoned mind was at the verge of leaving he understood a phrase:

"oooh yeah... so good.", her muffled cute voice came from the other side of the door.

Frank now couldn't help himself, he pulled his dick out and started rubbing it to the rythm of her moans. After some minutes he heard her moans get louder and the gaps between them shorter.

"Mmmh... aaah shiit..."

He was now pumping his dick fouriously as he listened to his daughter reaching orgasm.

"OOH... GOOOOOOD...FUCKK!", her voice now screaming from inside, indicating that her young body was shaking with the pleasure emitting from her cunt into her nervous system.

And outside her dad gave his rock hard erection some final strokes as thick white jets of cum ejected from his dick and landed with a slight sound on the door of his little girl. His flood subsided after ten strong ejections, due to the long time he had saved up. Still hard he buried his face in shame and went towards his own bedroom. His semen still ran down his daughter's bedroom door.

When Felice had recovered from the waves of orgasm that had flooded her, she felt thirsty. She didn't bother getting dressed as she went downstairs. Hopefully her daddy caught a glimpse of her body. She was so proud that she was growing womanly curves, and so far her dad was the only one who knew how to appreciate this. Her favourite cousin mark was still treating her like a small tomboy girl, while fucking her sister silly at night. How often had she heard Linda moan and scream his name as she rocked her cunt to orgasm on his dick in the room next to hers, while their parents were away.

Only her dad had seem to recognize that she had womanly needs as well ever since he had discoverd her naked that one day. And she had seen how much he had appreciated her naked body. While she knew it was forbidden, she still couldn't help but enjoy the fantasy of her daddy watching her when she masturbated or massaging his erection while she was sunbathing at the pool.

A little teasing wouldn't hurt noone, it wasn't like she wanted to have sex with him. Just uplift his spirits a bit. She had even tried to show him, she didn't mind his desire for her. But he had left the pool, and she was all alone in a bikini she had especially bought for this occasion.

Felice poured herself a glass of water in the kitchen. She felt dissappointed that her dad was not there. She would have loved to see the look on his face when he would have seen her fully nude body. Her slim legs, the small yet firm breasts and her little pussy, which she kept trimmed and shaved in a triangular shape that accentuated her accent into womanhood. She had been almost dripping wet when she entered, her heart beating loudly but now she was all but dissappointed.

While still contemplating this, she noticed the empty bag of weed on the table. She giggled as she realized the smell and came to the conclusion that her dad had smoked her weed. A plan started to form in her head, a way to get the new iPhone that she wanted so badly.

She quickly ran upstairs only to almost stumble at the sight of her door. What was that? A clear, slightly white fluid ran down to the floor and had formed a small puddle there. It took her a few seconds before the curtains of realization lifted and revealed the shocking truth. It was sperm. And her dad was the only possible source, he must have masturbated in front of her room as she did the same inside as she had pleasured herself with her fingers.

'Ooooh this is soooo naughty...', she smiled to herself and dipped a finger into the small puddle and rubbed her father's semen between her fingertips to see experience the haptics of a man's ejaculation. She even lifted her finger to her face and sniffed it. As she inhaled and smelled the salty bitterness of it, she became aware that she was kneeling here stark naked, rubbing her own father's babyjuice and smelling it. The thought sent a lighning bolt down her cerebral cortex through her spinal nerves and striked right into her clitoris. A spasm of pleasure and guilt shook her as she realized her well-rubbed cunny was getting wet again. With a wicked grin on her soul, she looked at her wet fingertips to observe a small pearly string forming between them and slowly, without being able to fight the urge, she inhaled again and then licked her daddy's sperm of her fingertips.

It tasted bitter, salty and yet sweet and to her surprise she ran her fingers through the impressive puddle on the floor and licked them again. And while her tastebuds drowned in the taste of his manlyness her other hand had gone to work on her sweet wet pussy.

Felice was just about to rub herself to another orgasm while sitting there naked on the floor tasting his semen, as a noise made its' way from the master bedroom towards her ear. Her brain processed it and as she was in mid orgasm, her juices running down her legs to join her fathers' on the floor she became aware that it was his moans escaping from the bedroom. Her face spasmed uncontrollably, her sweet rosy lips shaking, her mouth half open and her back arched as an immediate second orgasm caused her to loose control over her body and she moaned out loud and squirted her pleasure on the wooden floor. Her body collapsed and she fell forward, her head dizzy and when the fog cleared she noticed the wetness on her blushed cheeks and smelled sperm.

As her fingers went right back to work on her now drooling cunt, sending her towards the brink of another orgasm, she licked up the puddle of her dad's nasty, bitter, salty, warm, wonderfully cum. And now she didn't bother to keep her decency and keep up appearances anymore:

"OOOH FUCK... (a little quieter) daddy...", she moaned.

A loud groan answered from the master bedroom. Deep and full of agony and ecstasy.

"OOOH....Oh....daddy.", she hissed between her gritted teeth as she rubbed her cunt furiously.

"Felice...", it came from the door at the end of the hall.

"Daddy..."

"Mmmh... Felice... oh god... no...", the voice of her dad answered.

"...FUCK...fuck me daddy....", she screamed at first and whispered the second part to herself.

"Noo-Oooh...Felice...nooo....Mmmmh.", the deep voice moaned again.

And then the two of them couldn't stand it any longer. Both screamed out their orgasms and the noise of them filled the entire house.

"FUUUUUUUUCK.", Frank groaned as spurt after spurt of his semen covered his body as he lay there on the bed listening to his own daughter masturbating and moaning in the hall. His dick pumped out what seemed like endless reserves of cum from his heavy balls and covered his entire body to his chin.

"DAAAAAADDYYYYYY!", his daughter's voice screamed as he heard her orgasm out there.


When Felice recovered from her orgasm, she felt incredibly tired, relieved, but also dirty, guilty and cold. She rose from the puddle of her father's cum, her face smeared with it. The floor behind her was slick with her own juice and she had even lost control over her bladder during her last orgasm.

As she stood up on her shaking legs, she thought she saw a movement from the dark end of the hall where her parent's bedroom was. Then she noticed that the door had been shut and a loud "BONG" and subsequent "SQUEEEEEEEK" indicated her father had leaned against the door with his back and then slid down to the floor.


Tears flooded her blue eyes and she went to the girl's bathroom. During the shower and while cleaning up the mess of she had made she sobbed and cried. What had she done... what had she done to her poor dad. His life was a mess and instead of being nice to him she had done drugs behind his back and now even driven him to crazyness. He was always so caring and cautious with her, never in his whole life would he had acted on his desire for her body. And now she had cornered him and let herself go. Life would never be the same again.


Frank did not leave the spot he sat all night. Naked, freezing with shame and regret, covered entirely with his own sticky semen he sat there all through the night. He could not even cry oder be angry at himself or at Felice or at Megan even. His red eyes stared into the darkness and only as the sun of the dawning morning lit up his face he rose and felt that he needed to straighten himself up.

A hot shower gave him back control over himself again. Frank knew that last night was the biggest mistake of his life and he needed to work out his relationship with his daughter. She was too young for all this, she couldn't comprehend all this mess that was going on around her, especially not while her growing body and the floods of hormones and new emotions challenged her enough already. His behavior was not acceptable and it was going to change.

After the shower he dressed and went to her room. With a little hesitation he gathered up his courage and knocked. Once. Twice. No answer.

"Felice?"

"Daddy?", her sobbing voice came from inside.

"Listen pumpkin, we need to talk."

"I'm so sorry daddy. I am so deeply sorry. You must hate me...", she started crying again.

"Can I come in?", he asked carefully, not trying to sound mad but also not weak.

"Y..Yeah sure..."

He entered. Felice was lying on the bed, she had put on her pyjamas and her red eyed face looked up at him. Her beautiful blue eyes looked up at him, while her lower lip shook uncontrollably.

"Listen pumpkin, I think we both made huge mistakes yesterday. This entire family is falling apart and leaving us both confused and lonely it seems. But that is no excuse for me, or you, behaving like we did yesterday. I decided to go into therapy and I would suggest you do the same. Mom doesn't need to know about all this and neither does anyone else. I know an old friend from college who owes me a big favour. She is a child therapist and would never tell anything you say to her to anyone. Not even me.

I won't start discussions about this, Felice.", he added as he noticed she was about to speak up.

"I know daddy. I am soo sorry I let you down and I should've never let myself go that way. But I just want you to know that I love and trust you the same as before. I know you wouldn't ever hurt me and that what mom did to you hurt you.", she replied.

"I love you pumpkin, I should've done what I have done yesterday.", Frank replied as he looked warmly at his little girl.

Both talked about the situation for hours and by the time Megan returned with Jack in her arms, they both had made appointments at different therapists and vowed to stand up for each other and always be honest to each other.



It took another year, exactly until that fateful trip to Frank's parents house in the mountains, until someone got after them. When Megan and I had returned from the main house and had our talk we went our ways. As Megan entered her bedroom she had found them playing cards and smoking pot. Megan almost collapsed at the sight of her daughter and her husband doing drugs together. Behind her back. She had just somewhat resolved all the issues in her relationship with her husband until this happened.

They both had a big argument that night. Three months later, little Jack got diagnosed with a heart condition and died shortly after. Megan's life had changed entirely once again and she could not recover from this quickly. I was stationed abroad at the time and only when I came back months later, Mom told me they had gotten divorced.

Life went it's way somehow. I turned 27 and left the Air Force to work for a small private aircargo company (and due to a slight back injury which had gotten me discharged) and be able to settle down. Being single for almost 5 years had not been easy and more than once I had thought back to the days I had dated Linda or had been in bed with Megan. I moved to southern France to start over new. During a deployment I had fallen in love with this area and found a quiet little house at a rocky part of the coast which I bought.


On christmas I returned home. My grandparents had died and we celebrated Christmas at my parents place, I was surprised to meet Frank and his daughters there.

Linda was now 22 and was about to finish her Bachelor's degree and studying to be an attorney. She had long broken up with her new boyfriend I came to know. Turned out he had cheated behind her back all the time. Since she had been dating but was currently single. She had changed her hairstyle and now wore it short. As always she looked amazingly pretty. No doubt she was popular with boys at college.

Felice was now 19- she had just started a job as an accountant at a local bank. There was no sign of the tomboy that she always had been. Her brunette, curly hair fell like a dark curtain on her shoulders. She had grown up to be a beautiful young woman, full of confidence. However our relationship had suffered due to my abscence and she seemed not to be as snotty and talkative as she once had been. Instead she remained quiet and only talked when she was asked to. Not that she was shy or anything, she just didn't like to talk much I think. The only two persons that seemed to have her attention were my mom, whom she had always liked the most of her Aunts, and her dad.

Frank had really profitted from the divorce it seemed. He had lost weight and had gotten quieter, in a good way. His jokes still made everyone laugh, but they had gotten delightfully rare, he didn't need the entire room laughing to have affirmation and gain confidence from. Since the divorce he had never dated again and sold the old house to move into a smaller one in a village nearby. Together with friends he had started hiking and playing soccer on the weekends. While Linda had only sustained necessary contact with him since she had moved out, Felice still lived at her father's house and still went on vacation with him.

Later that night even Megan showed up. She was greeted by everyonce and even Frank and Felice hugged her and wished her a merry christmas. Shortly we even talked and discovered that she also was about to move to Europe and had come to say her goodbye's before moving to Barcelone, where she had found a job.

At 46 she still looked just like she had in her mid 30's. She also had cut her previously long her, but not as short as Linda. Also she now wore blonde highlights which accentuated her toned skin. Her body looked better than ever, which she explained by training for a marathon in June and swimming in the Mediterranean.

We all had a good time and stayed up until late at night, before we started to clean up.

At some point everybody left one by one. Megan invited me to visit her in Spain if I wanted to, which I agreed to without any intention to do so.
Frank and Felice left together, the girl being supported by her dad as she was a little drunk and half asleep already.

I spend the night at my parents place and at noon the next day I was at the airport to catch my plane, which would take me towards a new life in Europe.

 

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Conclusion

This is the conclusion to the series thus far. The ratings for the new chapters are not very good, so I assume you guys don't like them as much as the old ones. However I personally am quite happy with them and feel that this is the conclusion this story deserved. As already said there will be sequel to it sometimes and I left open some side trails along the way, that will maybe developed later on. Meanwhile I have started on another story that will come out in one piece hopefully. Maybe in April, but I know to better not make any promises
I would love to hear your reactions to this, and I'm open for any suggestions, criticism and feedback of any kind. Those two minutes of your effort would mean a lot. It sucks when you spend ages to write a story, try to write sex scenes that are a little different from the usual scheme and set up a character in great detail and get no reaction to it other than a mediocre rating in the stories section.



It was early April when I had to make a trip to Africa and on the return we had to land in Barcelona. While I hadn't really considered it at the time, I now found myself dialing Meg's cell number. My first months in Europe had been a little difficult. Since I was away at work most of the time I had found it hard to make new friends and spend most of my nights at home watching TV or spend my weekends on the beach watching all the happy people walking by with their friends or the couples holding hands while they walked past me.

So now I sat in the taxi which took me from the Airport to a small suburb outside of the city where Megan lived with her boyfriend. I had been a little surprised when I called Meg and a man picked up the phone and introduced himself as Andrew. But he had been really nice and said Megan had left her phone at home, but he invited me over for dinner and said I could even spend the night. While agreeing to have dinner with them I felt uneasy to overstretch their hospitality and thus booked a hotel room. This had the positive side effect that I could go to a bar later and do some sight-seeing before returning to France the next evening.

At 8pm I stood in front of a little house with a nice garden. It was pretty mild for this time of the year and already the sound crickets was filling the air. My heart beat fast as I rang the bell. I heard a dog barking and just a second later a man in his mid 30's opened the door. He pretty tall but slim and his red curly hair matched my first impression of him being a scotsman.

"Hey Mark, nice to meet you.", he barked out in that deep sonor voice of his.

"Yeah Andrew, thanks for the invite. Nice to meet you too.", I replied nervously.

We did some small talk as he asked me in and poured me a glass of wine. Meg would be down in a few minutes as she had just returned from work half an hour before and was still in the shower.
Andy, as he liked to be called, was a nice laid-back character and pretty handsome. Coming from Scotland he and I could relate in our difficulties to mingle with the natives but shared our love for the European lifestyle, especially football. We had almost emptied an entire bottle of wine when she entered the room.

The first thing I saw of her was her naked feet coming around the corner, followed by her slender elegant legs which vanished in a short black dress. Now 46, Megan was more beautiful than ever. Both Andy and I drowned in her aura as the scent of her perfume flooded our nostrils as she came over to greet us. She hugged me shortly and her eyes were sparkling as she greeted me. She then kissed Andy, almost demonstrably long on the cheek, and went in the hall to go put on some shoes.

"She's quite the stunner isn't she?", Andy grinned from cheek to cheek. If he only knew. That lucky bastard.

"Mhm.", was all I managed to reply while emptying my glass. Until she had entered I had thought of this as a mere distraction to my loneliness and a polite visit amongst old friends. But now memories came over me. The image of her naked back as she stood up from the bed where we had made love. Her eyes looking up at me as she sucked my cock in the kitchen all those years ago. I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. Didn't help much.

Luckily for me, we went to a restaurant which meant I had the drive over there to calm myself down a bit and regain my composure.

The restaurant was close to the Placa Reial in Barcelona and the city was crowded with people: tourists, Americans, Dutch folks, Frenchmen, Germans, as well as partygoers, students, couples, everything. We decided for a small restaurant in a side street where it was a little more quiet. We ordered fish soup and a bottle of wine.

To my relief the alcohol and Andy's humor washed away the awkwardness that had come over me. Megan had been quite reserved and shy until now but she opened up more and we all chatted like old friends about work, our private lives and the differences between continental Europeans, Scotsmen and Americans.

At some point during the paella our focus shifted on my private life:

"Soo Mark, how's your life now? You told me you bought a house in France?", Andy asked. Megans brown eyes looked up at me as she emptied her glass of wine.

"Yeah, it's a nice little rundown shithole, but I'm fixing it one room after the other. If it had been any better I'd probably not been able to afford it.", I answered. Megan was still looking at me as the last drops ran from her glass through her marvellous red lips. I quickly looked over to Andy again who was struggling with a shrimp while listening to me.

He then went on about the spanish housing market and how difficult the situation was, as he worked for a large housing company in Spain. As he explained the boring details to me, my attention shifted from him to his right where Megan sat. She smiled at me and quickly looked down, seemingly concentrating on her plate. But the split seconds that our eyes had locked were enough send shivers down my spine and I noticed the hairs on her arms stand up goosebumps on her tanned skin.

Andy kept on talking about his favorite topic until dessert and neither Meg and I said much. Every now and then her eyes met mine and at one point I felt her leg brush against my pants as she got up to go to the ladies room.

"Hey Mark, you wanna go clubbing a little?", Andy suddenly asked after we had finally agreed to split the bill.

"I uhm... don't know. Why not?", I replied. Since I didn't have any chance in scoring Meg, I maybe would get lucky with a chick in the club.

"You sure you want to go Andy?", Megan interrupted Andy's account of the best clubs and bars in the area. "Remember you have to work early tomorrow and you're quite tipsy already honey."

"Nah I'll be fine. We'll be home by 2 or 3 honey don't you worry. You coming along?", he asked.

"Yeah sure, why not?", she shrugged her shoulders. As Andy went to grab her coat she turned to me.

"He's already drunk, better don't expect him to last for another hour. Andy doesn't handle his liquor well. But he's fun right?"

"Yeah, he's a nice lad.", I agreed, "quite the talker huh?"

"He's not selling houses for no reason. He could sell you a boat with a hole in the bottom and tell you it would fly you to the moon. But it gets annoying sometimes I have to admit.", she chuckled.

Andy came back, handed Megan her coat and we went to the next club. It was a nice place with people around my age mostly but also some older folks, as usual in Europe the music was mostly electronic but the DJ was pretty good and mixed in pop songs every now and then.
We all danced together for a while but quickly Andy introduced me to some girls he knew and I danced with one was called Alessa. She was a pretty chick but it took no genius to discover that she was a gold-digger. Her taste in drinks was expensive and she had let me pay for them while we danced and chatted. All the while we talked I looked around the room to spot Megan.


I saw them dancing in the middle of the room, Andy was running his hands all over her and she had her back turned towards me. Her short skirt swirled around a little as she moved and showed much of her perfectly trained legs. She was a sight to see, to my eyes the most beautiful woman in the room. To their right a group of guys stood oogling her all over and staring at her as she and Andy danced.

When they had turned around I looked at her face and through the dimmed and flashing lights my eyes found hers. She looked back at me as Andy kissed her neck and her mouth fell open a bit. Yet her eyes remained fixed upon mine as Alessa was chewing my ear off with some bullshit that I didn't care about. All I cared about was those big brown eyes framed by black eyeliner as they glowed like a meteor from the other end of the room through the occasional darkness and over the flashes of white light.
After what seemed like an eternity she had to focus on Andy as he had problems staying on his feet. I was about to apologize to Alessa only to notice she had started dancing with another dude some feet away. I hadn't even noticed her leaving.

We all left the club, me supporting Andy as he stumbled more than he walked. Megan called a cab for us and we had to help Andy get in the front which he persisted on doing, since he claimed he knew the shortest way home. Since it had begun to rain and a thunderstorm was about to unfold above us, we didn't discuss this matter long and left.

As I sat down in the back I sighed in relief, glad this night would be over soon and I could return to the hotel and maybe wank off to thoughts of my former Aunt. Suddenly I noticed Megans hand touching mine which rested in the middle of the back bench where we sat. She looked out the window but her fingers caressed the back of my hand softly. When I started to react her head turned towards me. I could not see her face as it was dark in the cab but I knew she was looking at me and her hand travelled up my arm to my neck. As Andy snored in the front seat, her hand pulled me towards her and my right hand found her naked knee and started stroking it gently.

"I've missed you.", she whispered before she placed her lips on mine. My heart almost exploded and a firework went off inside the cab.

She opened her mouth and her tongue greeted mine as we started making out like teenagers. My hand travelled up her smooth thigh and reached the hem of her dress. Her teeth bit my lower lip gently as I felt her fingers travel down the front of my shirt.
There was no time to think and my right hand slid under her dress and ever closer to the heat coming from inbetween her perfect legs. She moaned as she continued to kiss me and her hand now made its way under my shirt and her nails scratched into the skin of my chest.


MEGAN

I had not intended this night to go like this. Then again I never stood a chance. When I first saw Mark as he sat in our kitchen with Andy I knew that my life was once again about to change abruptly. He sat there, his brown hair with a slight blondish note to it due to the sun, salty air and the seawater. His shoulders broad and strong and his overall appearance looked like Rob's (the guy from my teenage years) and then again I knew he was entirely different. Mark was stronger, more reliable and independent. As his green eyes met mine for the first time since Christmas I felt like we were having sex already. My pussy was instantly tingling and I had to squeeze my legs together in pleasure as we looked at each other way too long all night.
When I danced with Andy I had imagined it was Marks hands that grabbed my firm butt and his chest pressing against my boobs. But Andy was just too weak and didn't feel the same. I knew that moment that our relationship was already over. And I made a decision. When we were about to leave I quickly excused myself to the bathroom.


MARK
I started kissing Megans neck and nibbling on her ear to be able to inhale her perfume and make a decision to let my hand go further or remain at least a bit decent. But she moaned into my ear and grabbed my hand and pulled it upwards while she spread her legs a little.

My fingertips brushed against her and notified my brain that she was not wearing panties! Her slick wetness coated my finger in an instant as she continued to moan into my ears and her hand grabbed the bulge in my pants.

"I wish you could fuck me right here...", she whispered as I slid my finger into her. She felt wet and hot, her pussy was flooding the air with its divine scent.

"I wish you would ram your strong dick into me and me yours again. I wish you would fuck me right here behind my boyfriends back."

Sadly we both knew that this was not possible. Not because we wouldn't want to but the logistics of this would be rather complicated in the small cab, and we were almost at their house.

"You are so hard Mark, I wish you could pound your Aunts cunt with that thick hard cock and make me scream your name."


"Senora, I don't wish to interrupt.", the driver announced in Catalan to notify us that we had arrived home. He grinned knowingly as I told the cabby to wait and woke up Andy and noticed he was holding on to his crotch and obviously having a hard time to contain his erection.

Andy mumbled something about having a great night as we entered the house and I carried him up to the bedroom. As I threw him onto the bed I noticed Megan was not behind me as I had thought. I took off her boyfriends shoes when I heard the sound of the taxi driving away. Dammit! Now I'd have to call a new cab I thought as I heard footsteps in the hallway coming towards the bedroom.

Megan entered the bedroom. Her hair was a mess due to our making out in the car and her make-up was a little smeared but this made her look all the more seductive. She smiled at me as she noticed Andy snoring and her elegant fingers held on to the straps of her black dress. Slowly she slid them over her shoulder and her dress fell to the floor with almost no sound. Nothing concealed her beauty anymore as she was not wearing any lingerie at all. Her heavy breasts still defied gravity and her dark nipples stood erect as a cold breeze from the window made her shiver.
My gaze travelled over her flat stomache, which had been decorated by a navel piercing, and over her shaven vulva to her glistening slit. I let my eyes take in this marvellous view as she walked over to me and her hands started curling the hairs on my neck as she pressed her boobs against my chest and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

"I cannot wait Mark. My body needs you now.", she said in a soft voice, "Follow me."

She took my hand and led me to her side of the bed where she had me lie down. Right next to her sleeping boyfriend. But he was not on either of our minds.

She kissed me again and her hand started to massage my crotch shortly before she knelt down on top of my thighs. Inbetween her legs I could see her pussy shimmering with wetness as she opened my belt and massaged my erection through my boxers.

"God it's so nice and big. I can still feel the way you first entered me all those years ago.", she moaned. She was not the least bit concerned about Andy hearing her, in fact I think she wanted him to wake up and see what she was about to do.

Then she pulled down my pants and underwear slowly and my dick slapped against my lower belly as it sprung free from its cage. She smiled a wicked smile before she bent over me and I almost came as I felt her tongue travel up the underside of my shaft towards the tip. Her right hand massaged my balls slowly as she wrapped her other around the base of my dick and slowly licked up the precum that had formed on the tip of my dick.
She looked at me as she let her tongue travel through the valley of my piss-slit and as she tasted my saltiness in her mouth she moaned loudly.

Her luscious lips kissed my scrotum and sucked in each of my balls before she inhaled my entire cock and started sucking on it. I listened to her swallowing noises as she feasted on my manhood and then I felt mouth get tighter and spit run down my balls as she gagged on my dick. Her nose touched my pelvis when she deep-throated me and her tongue even licked my balls. When she let my cock free after three minutes her chin was smeared with spit and her eyes watery. But also happy as she looked at me.

"Fuck me.", she commanded and I complied.

She lay down on her back and spread her labia with her fingers. As she noticed she puzzled look on my face she understood.

"Don't worry about it baby, I want to feel you bare. No condom."

"Are you...?"

"No. Just pull out in time, but please fuck me now!", she groaned impatiently.

I positioned my fat cock head at her wet entrance and hesitated for one final moment.

"Fuck me... please fuck me... please please fuck me...", she moaned.

My hips pushed and my dick was engulved by the heat of her hole.

"OH YEEEEEAH.", she urged me as I let myself slide into her slowly. The first time without any protection. Which made it all the more exciting. Andy turned as I entered his slut right beside him and impaled her.

She felt incredibly tight I pulled out again and observed the slick, slightly white coating on my tool.

"See how wet you make me? You feel so good inside me baby. Fuck me good.", she cooed.

And we both started to fuck in a steady rythm and the entire bed shook as I fucked my Aunt and let out all my frustrations on her. My hands fondled her breast and she looked into my eyes as she screamed her pleasure into the room.

"FUCK ME MARK! FUCK ME WITH THAT STRONG DICK OF YOURS, POUND YOUR BITCH!"

Andy turned again, his face now lay only inches way from his girlfriends swaying tits as she got fucked by another man.

"You're such a slut Meg. I'm fucking you right next to him. You are such a slut.", I gritted between my teeth as I felt her cunt tighten around my dick.

"UH...YEAH I'M A SLUT. I'M YOUR SLUT BABY! FUCK YOUR SLUT.... OH GOD YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM ON THAT FAT DICK OF YOURS!"

"MMH ME TOO. I'M SO CLOSE!", I answered her screams of pleasure.

" DON'T STOP. FUCK ME!"

I pounded her harder as I felt months of saved up cum boil in my balls and travel up my shaft slowly. I had to pull out soon. Just then Andy suddenly opened his eyes and it took his drunk minds some seconds to grasp the situation. It was in this instant, when realization hit him like a brick to the face, that Megan convulsed and screamed out her orgasm and I felt her wetness coat my thighs and my balls as I kept slamming my dick into her.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE ... OOOH YESS...!"

Andy was not able to move as his girlfriend shouted out her orgasm and just when he thought that this was just a bad dream she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I want you to cum inside me.", her soft post-orgasmic voice moaned. And I was too far gone to care about Andy or protection or such unimportant matters

It took me only two more strokes and I felt my body tighten up and then I exploded in her.

"YEAH CUM INSIDE MY CUNT... OOOH GOD I'M CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!", Meg screamed as she felt my cock twitch and convulse inside her fertile cunt and coat her insides with what felt like gallons of my seed.

"Honey what the ...", Andy yelled with tears in his eyes. But before either of us could answer he ran into the bathroom and we didn't even hear him vomitting as Megan grabbed my head and pulled me towards her. We kissed and made out as I remained hard inside her and continued to move around in her cum-lubed fuck hole.

We didn't notice him crying and slamming the main door as I enjoyed the view of Megans 46 year old body being fucked by me doggy-style. Her full round tits swung just above the bed as I came inside her from behind and she encouraged me:

"YEAH SPRAY IT DEEP INSIDE ME BABY!", she moaned as she felt my cum ooze out her cunt while I pumped in a second load.

We did it all night long, until my dick felt raw and sore and Megans last orgasm left her cramping and convulsing as she squirted her juices all over the bed, soiling the sheets and even the carpet. She was reduced to a whimmering, sobbing mess as her body still shook her with delightful bliss. When she had finally calmed down we had a shower and as it was getting bright outside I came inside her once as she pressed her boobs on the cold glass of the shower.
It was 6 in the morning when we finally fell asleep. My arms were tightly wrapped around her and I was still inside her as we had both fallen asleep while we made love.


In the morning I woke up with the smell of baked eggs and coffee filling my nose. I smiled to myself as I recalled last night. There were no regrets. Both Megan and I had been unhappy for long enough and we had both supressed our primal urges for far too long.
Not bothering to get dressed I went downstairs and was greeted by Megan as she stood at the stove and was preparing breakfast. She was naked. We both smiled at each other as we both let our eyes feast on each others naked body. Her nipples hardened as she watched my well fucked cock rise while I watched her.

"Mornin' handsome. You must be hungry.", she smiled at me.
We had breakfast in silence before she knelt down and started giving me head. We didn't stop as Andy came home, red eyed and said something about car keys. Megan just continued licking up her saliva from my balls and I kept my eyes closed as I enjoyed her hands jerking me off while her tongue travelled down the side of my scrotum and as I felt the new sensation of her wet hot tongue pressing against my butthole and licking it.

Andy grunted and called her a slut, which only made her moan and plant a big kiss on my asshole before telling us both how good it felt to lick my ass. Her hand jerked me faster and Andy watched in shock as my cum sprayed all over his ex-girlfriends hair as her face was burried in my crack.



We fucked all over the house after Andy left, and I even pleasured her with my fingers as we drove to the airport in the evening. The cabby got a good look at her well-fucked cunt with my cum running out of it onto his leather seats as she pleaded her nephew to finger-fuck his Aunt.
At the airport people stared as they saw a woman in her mid 40's kissing a young stud and grinding her body greedily on his. The few that dared to look closer saw the trail of wetness on the insides of her thighs.

Megan promised me to sell her stuff in Barcelona as soon as she could and move in with me in France. As she left the airport to drive home she let her hand slide over her lower belly, caressing the beginning life inside her.

 

Quite good

I really enjoyed this story man. Good writing. But I would have preferred Mark and Linda to end up together. anyway it's your story, not my call.

 

Glad you liked it and thanks for the feedback! As I said, this story is not over entirely, it's just at a point where one storyline ends and another might kick in at some point

 

So lighting aunt Linda have u read this all the cum I put I. The crotchs of your panties

 

Damn so gud