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By Naughty wanna-be-slut

Once upon a time, I was just a wanna-be slut until I took that first step into sluthood by meeting up with B. in a vacant lot at 2am so he could gag me on his cock with his goal of making me piss myself, and the bonus that he gets his cock sucked. 
That was at least two years ago now. We've said hi on occasion since but never managed to actually meet up again for this reason or that. 

That changed tonight. 
Last week, I emailed him to let him know that I still tell the tale of meeting him when asked about my kinkier experiences. Being the kind of cocky bastard that I seem to be attracted to, he was pleased and said we ought to do it again. 

So tonight he asked if I was free and, after some nervous hemming and hawing, I agreed to meet him. He told me to make sure I had clothes with easy access and a full bladder. The clothes I could do, not so much on the bladder. 

I put on a skirt (no panties, of course) and a peasant blouse and waited by the side of the road for him to pick me up. He asked me where to as I nervously climbed into his truck and I told him that I didn't have any plans so it was up to him. 

He said something about finding somewhere to park then told me to talk about something while he drives around looks for a place. I, being the nervous wreck I often am on these kinds of meetings, couldn't think of anything so he threw out a bunch of topics: The weather, political stance, whether I was wearing panties, if I was wet... I told him the weather was lovely, prefer not to discuss politics, that I never wear underwear, and that I might be just a bit. 

After some more silence aside from my anxiety-ridden giggles, he suggested that I could at least entertain him but pulling my tits out. As soon as I did, he reached over his free hand and began tweaking my nipples. Hard. Really fucking hard. He asked if I liked that and I told him between squeals that it was a hard question to answer. He replied that it might be wise to find a way to answer it. I answered that it was painful and I have a love-hate thing with pain. That seemed to be enough of an answer, though he didn't stop pinching. 

We drove around a few streets looking and ended up going back behind a shopping center into the loading bay of a supermarket. Once parked, he laid my seat back before working his fingers between my thighs to see if I was wet. Of course I was so he began driving two fingers deep into my cunt, then shoved one hard and fast into my ass, causing me to scream. 

"Does that hurt?" 

"Yes!" 

"Hurt good, or hurt bad?" 

"(whimper) I don't know." 

"Well, you'd better decide." 

I finally decided it was bad and he removed his finger when I told him so then moved to stand basically behind and to the side of my seat so that, with the seat reclined, his cock was at eye level. He said that he was going to let me choose whether he was going to cum in my mouth or my ass but that I'd better suck his cock while I decided. 

I don't like to make decisions. Especially when it comes to how I'm to be used. I don't really feel it is my place and I don't have much of an opinion. For me, it is all about what he wants... but B. knew this and what he wanted was to fuck with my head. 

He fucked my mouth, holding the back of my head so that he could get as deep down my throat as was physically possible. I gagged several times, as I am prone to do. For a girl who is orally fixated, I have a really strong reflex. Thing is, I don't mind. I really enjoy being gagged. Something about the idea of being so helpless that even my own body is against me really makes me wet. 

He would let me up occasionally to ask if I had decided and I would try to explain that I didn't want to choose to which he would shove my head back down. I finally told him I wanted to swallow his cum so he grabbed a fistful of hair and began fucking my face good and hard. However, I think I was gagging too much for his taste because he ordered me out of the truck. At first he put me on my knees to suck his cock a bit more but it wasn't long until he had me bent over against the back of the truck. 

Moving up close behind me, he lifted my skirt and I felt his cock slide into my pussy. It took everything I had not to moan loudly as he began slamming into it, fucking me for a few minutes to get his cock good and slippery before he moved on to what he really wanted. Pressing against my asshole for a few seconds, he was balls deep in an instant and fucking my ass good and hard for only a few more minutes before he filled it with his cum. 

He had me home in just a few more. Just a quick use and abuse session. And it was just what I needed. 

However, it wasn't quite the end. 

When I got home, I got myself cleaned up and ready for bed. My husband was still awake but getting ready for bed himself. Now, he doesn't really want to know about my playtime so all he knew was that I had gone out for a bit. I'm sure he had his suspicions about what happened but he's not going to ask about it. I, on the other hand, knew exactly what had happened and I could not pass up the chance to be the slut with two loads of cum in her ass at the same time. 

Once we were both in bed, I made sure to rub up against him in all the ways he knows means I want to get fucked. It had been several days so I figured there was a fair chance he wouldn't mind getting some. 

I got on my hands and knees to give him the view I know he most enjoys and he began to rub my ass and finger my cunt. He continued for a while, even making his way to four fingers in my pussy before deciding that he needed to fuck it. His cock sliding deep where another man's had just been was enough to make me cum several times before begging him to fuck my ass. As he did, I pleaded with him to fuck it harder and harder, "Fuck me hard and cum in my ass!" 

And he did.

By thegrinder

Just a brief note about me 

I am a 19 year old male, average build with a 7 inch cock. 


This is what happened. 

I was staying round my dads for the weekend, I usually stay every other week due to the costs of getting there. I had never seen any affection towards my step-mum, she was a 40 year old, nice build with 32DD breasts. I had often jacked of to the shape of her body, I had often hoped to find a pair of her knickers to get a nice smell of her pussy. 

It was Saturday night, my dad had arranged to go out with some of his friends, I was left alone with my step-mum for the night. We ordered a pizza for dinner because she doesn't cook. We ended up watching TV until 11pm and that is when I went to sleep as I was feeling pretty tired. I got a glass of water and went up to bed. 

I woke up about 1 in the morning to go to the toilet, but living at my dads house, you have to go downstairs if you want to go to the toilet. I made my way down the stairs, slowly as I thought my step-mum was asleep, I get to the living room door and just before I go to open it. I hear a quiet moan, I stop in my tracks and try to work out what it is. I stay next to the door for about 5 minutes listening to this moaning from the living room, I peak my eye through a hole in the door. My jaw drops, infront of me on the sofa lays my red-headed step mum masturbating on the sofa, both legs in the air, all I see if her perfect 32DD tits and a pink glass dildo. I feel my cock start to throb, I hold it and start to rub gently. 

I accidentally push the door open and my step-mum just stops what she is doing and looks at me shocked, still my cock in my hand I say to her "I didn't see anything, I'm sorry for disturbing you!" I quickly run back to my room, my cock rock hard, all in my mind is my beautiful step-mums breasts. 

I hear a knock on my door, I say "Come in." It's my step-mum in a satin robe. She says to me "I'm sorry for what you saw, I just got bored." I reply back to her "It's okay." She comes towards me and sits on my bed, I try to hide my raging boner from her. She then looks down towards my crotch and says "I saw you holding your cock, did you like what you saw?" I was shocked by this and try to tell her I didn't see anything. She says to me "Oh don't lie, I saw you rubbing your cock when the door open, you had a hard-on!" 

I try to deny the fact, but she was having none of it, she then says "Oh then you don't mind me pulling the covers off." She then pulls the covers off and my boner just bounces back up, she looked shocked at the size. "Oh my, I have never seen such a big cock!" I try to hide it and tell her how inappropriate it is. She just reassures me no one will find out anything. She moves my hands away and puts her hand on my cock and starts stroking, I close my eyes because of the pleasure I was in, she tells me to open them, as I do this she stands up and drops her robe to the floor, there in front of me is a 40 year old mature milf giving her body to me. She was beautiful her breasts held nice and firm, her pussy was nice and tight. I thought it was time to take control. I got up and told her to follow me, I told her to lay down on her back on her bed. I put my head in between her legs and start teasing her. She starts moaning loudly, I smile. I start sticking my tongue into her pussy and boy did it taste great. 

I finish down there, and lay down on the bed and tell her to suck my cock, she starts by stroking it gently then she starts licking and then ends up with the deep throat. I nearly shot my load right into her mouth but I told her to stop. I tell her to get on her knees, I go behind her and insert my cock into her pussy lips, we start slow, and I then speed up. In no time we were in full swing the bed was rocking like crazy. She was screaming with joy. 

I start getting tired, I then start getting slower and slower until a stop, I then lay on my back and tell her to get on top of me. She starts riding me, her breasts were jiggling like crazy, I pull her down to start kissing me, me engage into a long passionate kiss as I continue to fuck her. I feel like my cock is about to explode, so I pull out and tell her I'm about to cum, she starts jacking me off, I tell her to swallow my cum, she does. We fall down and lay in each others arms, we then hear a door open downstairs so I run to my own bed. 

I fall asleep dreaming of what just happened. In the morning I wake up to smell the nice, tender, crispiness of bacon cooking. I go down to find bacon on the table. I sit down and my step-mum just sits opposite me smiling. 

By Anonymous
The Office 

Ms. Slutty/Ms. Anderson are finishing a LONG mid day of paperwork/filing, so Ms. Slutty and Ms. Anderson take a break. they head to the Office Break Room. Ms. Slutty pours a glass of her refreshment while Ms. Anderson gets her lunch from the fridge. As Kelly bends down to grab the lunch Ms. Slutty seductivly stares at her Secretary's booty as it's dressed in a vintage 70s Secretary Dress, knowing she has an oppertunity to make a fantasy become reality. Ms. Slutty cleverly walks over to Kelly's back as she's scoutin the fridge for her drink, Ms. Slutty's hoping to spank the secretary. 

But Ms. Anderson stands up and sess Ms. Slutty and politely allows her boss to pass, thinking she needed somethin from the fridge. Ms. Slutty carefuly sneaks behind Ms. Kelly as she's bent over a table reading an article, Ms. Slutty discretly spanks Ms. Anderson firmly, Ms. Anderson lets out a gasped moan and a giggle. 

She looks shyly at her boss, wondering if Ms. Slutty was being funny or serious. All Ms. Slutty does is playfuly smirk at her spicy secretary, Kelly returns the smile with a shy smile, acknowledging that she felt the spank "Ms. Slutty?" says Ms. Anderson lookin curiously at her boss "Yes Ms. Anderson?" says Ms. Slutty with a seductive smile, she's eyes Ms. Anderson's outfit and notices Ms. Anderson's doing the same 

Ms. Slutty compliments Ms. Anderson's outfit, feeling the Secretary Dress' fabric along with noticing Ms. Anderson's ascot is semi unknotted, Ms. Slutty, who's dressed in a Vintage 80s Secretary dress feels Ms. Anderson's left hand running along her body seductivly. Ms. Slutty makes out with the naughty secretary for a bit, after a bit of fingering each other under the skirts, Ms. Slutty instructs Kelly to bend over the table, Ms. Slutty gets behind Ms. Anderson and provides some firm spanks to the secretary, each spanks makes Ms. Anderson moan, after the spanks Ms. Slutty places her fingers up Kelly's skirt and notices she's REAL wet, Ms. Slutty takes Ms Anderson's hand, leading her to Ms. Slutty's office. Before Ms. Slutty closes the door, she double checks nobody's around, the coast is clear. 

Ms. Slutty sits in her chair, facing Ms. Anderson, who's hands are placed on the desk, her body's bent over. Ms. Slutty leans in and kisses Ms. Anderson passionatly, Ms. Slutty holds Ms. Anderson's hands on the desk, fondling Ms. Anderson's busty tits then running her hands up/down on the Secrectary, spanking Ms. Anderson when she reaches the booty. Both women feel each other's tits, fondling the other while they continue making out, when they finish kissing Ms Slutty says "Was it good for you as it was for me?" "Not quite" smirks Kelly in a playful tone, Ms. Slutty stands Ms. Anderson up, the women have another passionate make out session while undoing each other's blouses, they leave their skirts on, Ms. Slutty takes out a Strap On/Double Ended Dildo. Kelly smirks at her boss's kinky side "Didn't know I had such a such a slutty boss" says Ms. Anderson as she bends her boss over the desk, making her suck on the dildo on the Strap while she uses the Double Ended Dildo on her boss's already soaked clit. Ms. Anderson pushes the Double Dildo in/out softly, licking the boss's tight clit with each stroke "mmmm, taste good" moans Kelly as she places a few fingers up her boss's skirt "gon'na treat you like a whore, make you fuck both my finger and this dildo" Ms. Slutty moans loudly as she feels her clit/ass bein stuffed with a few fingers/the Double Dildo Ms. Slutty continues to moan, almost letting her slutty side show as Ms. Anderson continues to please the boss. 

"Fuck me Kelly, I want you to fuck your boss" moans Ms. Slutty, handing her secretary the Strap On, Kelly sucks on the wet Double Dildo, tasting the juice of her boss's wet clit. Ms. Slutty hikes her skirt over her ass carefully while spreadin her legs, Ms. Anderson slips the strap on up in Ms. Slutty's clit and fucks her gently in doggy style, Ms. Slutty moans again as she feels Ms. Anderson thrustin the strap on in/out firmly of the clit, moanin louder "Come on Ms. Slutty, I hear sluts are big moaners" encourages Ms. Anderson, holdin Ms. Slutty's ponytail as she continues ridding the boss. Each moan from Ms. Slutty excites Kelly as she picks up the pace to roughly fuck her boss, Ms. Slutty holds on to the desk as she moans passionatly, feeling Ms. Anderson's thrusting roughly "Oh God....Give it to me, make your horny boss come" moans Ms. Slutty, the desks shakes with each fucking "I want my boss to fuck me now" suggests Ms. Anderson 

Kelly switches with Ms. Slutty as her boss slips the strap on, before Kelly is fucked, Ms. Slutty has Kelly suck on "her" dick firmly, Ms. Slutty deep throats Kelly a bit "mmm... yea suck on your boss" encourages Ms. Slutty, running a finger through her secretary's hair while bringing her sucking face back/forth on the strap on "I know how you got this job" teases Ms. Slutty. "Ms Slutty I'm ready" moans Ms. Anderson, rubbing her clit and bends over, Ms. Slutty spanks her horny secretary with the strap on "Hike it up you lil whore" commands Ms. Slutty. Ms. Anderson hikes the skirt over her ass and starts moaning instatly as she feels the strap on entering her clit, Ms. Slutty softly fucks the secretary 

"How does my slutty girl like bein fucked by a whore boss?" asks Ms. Slutty, spanking/fucking her secretary harder "Oh my god, you're fucking amazing Ms. Slutty" moans Ms. Anderson, rockin her ass back/forth with the strap on, "Fuck me Ms. Slutty, FUCK ME, Harder!" moans Ms. Anderson, grabbin ahold of her Boss to stable herself, Ms. Slutty kicks the fucking lever from soft to rough, "This how a real whore fucks!" teases Ms. Slutty, pinning her secretary on the desk, both women moans bulids up with each fucking energy, "Right there...Yes... right there, get it, make your horny secretary a slut" moans Ms. Anderson, both women moans are now energized loudnes as Kelly and her boss have mind blowing orgazam and they cum together, the women kiss while they cuddle, commenting on each other's sex

The End


by Moondrift
I Caught Mother Masturbating

I came home early that day because of a cancelled tutorial. Going straight to my room I dumped a couple of books and some notes I'd taken during a lecture on the desk and then wondered what to do. 

I could have got down to some studying, and had almost reluctantly made up my mind to do just that, when my attention was caught by a strange sound. At first I wasn't sure if it was inside or outside the house; it was a sort of whimpering sobbing sound. 

I listened for a while. It might have been some child out in the street crying because it had hurt itself, but somehow it seemed closer than that, right there in the house, but who would make such a strange noise? 

When I'd entered the house I thought no one was home. If there was anyone at home that early in the afternoon it would have to be mother but she was often out doing some church or charity work. 

My sister no longer lived at home and my father was hardly ever in the place now, since as I knew for sure, when he wasn't at work he had an interest other than us to take up his time. Her name was Constance; she was about half dad's age and she worked in his office. I'd only found out because her brother was doing the same course as me and he'd told me about dad and his sister. 

I didn't think mother knew about dad's little side interest. After considering whether or not to blow the whistle on him I decided not to because I thought as far as mother was concerned ignorance might be bliss and the whole affair might blow over anyway. 

I listened to the sound for about half a minute, and then decided I'd better go in search of its source because it did sound as if someone might be hurt. 

As I moved about the house I tried to locate the source of the noise and I was finally led to the lounge. The lounge has no door and simply led off from the entrance hall through an arch. 

I got about two paces into the room and stopped dead. Mother was home. She was lying back on the divan with her eyes closed but she wasn't asleep. 

There are some things you never imagine your parents doing, though God knows why since they are human just like you; but this was one of those things I didn't imagine. 

Her tartan skirt was pulled up nearly to her waist and her legs were parted. She still had her flimsy step-ins on and she had one finger pushed up the narrow strip of cloth that ran under her crotch and it was clearly inserted into her vagina. Her matching tartan shirt was unbuttoned to the waist and she was pressing the nipple of one of her breasts. 

The finger in her vagina seemed to be making a circling movement and I had certainly traced the source of the sound. Her body was writhing and I could see tears running down her cheeks. 

The sound I had heard was now distinct. It was a mixture of sobbing and ecstatic cries; "Oh...ah...oh...ah...oh...ah..." 

Of course, mother had not expected anyone to come home at that time of the day, and apart from the shock of seeing her masturbating, I felt terrible that I had walked in on her like that. 

The sight of her sweet rounded breasts, and although I couldn't see it clearly, what I imagined must be her soft juicy sex organ, had its effect on me; I felt a tingling sensation in my groin and I started to get an erection. 

Afraid that at any moment she might open her eyes and see me I started to back quietly out. Whether I wasn't as quiet as I thought I was, or whether some instinct alerted mother to my presence I don't know, but suddenly her eyelids flew open and her and were looking straight into mine. 

There was a moment of paralysed shock, and then rapid panic stricken movements as she pulled her finger from her vagina and took her hand from her breast as she made an attempt to cover herself up. 

The moment must have been harrowing for her, and it was certainly wretched for me. I had caught her in an intimate private act and as far as I could tell it had been before she had brought herself to orgasm. 

Her attempts to replace her clothing were hopeless because she was in such a state of embarrassment and shame; her hands were trembling so much, she couldn't cope with the buttons. She gave up and burying her face in the cushion at the end of the divan she now began to sob pitifully. 

I hung on a pivotal point between running out of the room and going to her. I decided that running away would be pointless and cruel. I had seen her and she knew I had, and we either talked about it now or it would hang over us like a Damocles sword, there, but never spoken of. 

I went to her and sitting on the divan I took her by the shoulders and drew her to me. Her head was lying against my chest. Not knowing what else to say I murmured, "Its all right mother...its okay..." 

"You saw me...you saw me..." she wept, "I'm so ashamed...so humiliated." 

Her distress had the effect of calming me. I felt myself able to offer her comfort, so I said, "Mother, it's nothing to be ashamed of, millions of people do it; they do it to relax themselves to...to overcome sexual frustration or just for the sheer pleasure of the sensation, it okay." 

"You aren't disgusted?" she asked, "you aren't revolted seeing your own mother...?" 

"Why disgusted? It's me who should be disgusted with my self for interrupting you; it looked rather beautiful." 

I took her hand and held it against my cheek. It was the hand the finger of which had been in her vagina and I could smell the faint, tantalising aroma her female fluid. I took the finger into my mouth and sucked it for a moment; there was the lingering taste of her love juice. 

Mother's sobs had diminished and she was looking up into my eyes as if seeking something there. 

"Darling, you do mean it, don't you...that you're not disgusted with me?" 

"Certainly I mean it, I assured her." 

I almost told her about the time a girl had let me watch her masturbate just so I could see how it was done by a female; afterwards she watched me masturbate – a very satisfactory way to exchange knowledge. I decided against telling mother. 

I was tempted to ask mother why she needed to masturbate but it would really have been a rhetorical question since I felt I already knew the answer. 

As if picking up some vibes from me mother, still lying against me, began to speak quietly, if obliquely, about her reason for masturbating. 

"It's not been easy, Niall, these past months." 

"In what way, mother?" 

"Its....its...oh God, I shouldn't be talking to you like this." 

She burrowed closer into me, her face no longer turned to look at me." 

I stroked her hair softly – strange, I'd never noticed before what lovely hair she had; strong shiny looking hair, wavy and cut to shoulder length. I kissed the top of her head. 

"You can talk to me about anything, mother...anything that's troubling or hurting you. I love you, and what's the use of love if not to be there for the one you love?" 

She looked up at me again and I thought she was going to start crying again as she said, "That was a beautiful thing to say, darling." 

I replied, "I said it to a beautiful woman." 

She was obviously pleased by my words, and instead of crying she gave me a wan smile then giving me a playful slap on the face said, "I'm not beautiful and you shouldn't say things like that to me." 

I returned her smile and said, "You'll have to let me decide whether or not I find you beautiful." 

I felt a tremor run though her body and she started to move away from me. I wouldn't let her go, pulling her close to me again. "Now what is it you shouldn't be talking to me about?" 

She relaxed in my arms and I felt as if I was protecting a child who had experienced a bad dream. 

"Darling, you really don't mind if I talk about...about...you know...intimate things?" 

"Mother, when I was younger I always knew I could come to you with my troubles and worries, but I'm grown up now and don't you think it's time I heard what troubles you?" 

I might have considered that she had my father to talk to, but I was aware that the situation was otherwise. No doubt Constance poured out her woes to him these days. 

After hesitating for a few moments mother said, "It's just that...that at times I think I shall go out of my mind. I want...I need...oh darling, this is awful, talking to you like this. It's so...so personal...so intimate... but I do want to talk to you." 


"Then just say it, mother." 

I had to strain to hear her next words that were spoken so quietly. "Niall, I'm a very passionate woman. I need...need emotional satisfaction." 

Then as if in wild protest her whole demeanour changed and she said loudly, almost aggressively, "For God's sake, Niall, I've got to have something or I shall go mad; I've got my needs...all right I'll say it...my sexual needs, and I go around with this dull ache in the pit of my stomach and my...I get...get wet." 

She quietened down and went on shyly, "That's why you saw me today...that's what I have to do now to...to make myself feel good...better." 

I didn't need to talk about her relationship with father, the obvious was implied in what she had said, and in any case I knew that Constance was getting what mother had once got from him. 

"Does it satisfy you – masturbating? " I asked. 

A little, darling, but you see, I'm the sort of woman who needs a man. You do understand what I mean?" 

I took the next step very cautiously. 

"Have you ever thought of looking elsewhere? I mean, you're a very attractive woman and you'd have no trouble...that is if you really wanted to, in getting someone to..." 

"To fuck me; that was what you were going to say, isn't it?" she protested. 

"Well, I wasn't going to put it like that mother," I replied meekly. "I was going to say that you'd have no trouble getting a lover." 

"Yes, all right, I could get a lover; God knows I've had enough offers over the years, but how would I know if they really cared for me, really loved me, and weren't just using me?" 

I thought that the mention of love and caring complicated things a bit. Clearly mother wasn't to be satisfied with a few sessions of carefree lust; she was greedy, she wanted love as well. 

I didn't really know what to say next so trying sound humorous I said, "Well if you want love and devotion you'd better stick to your son." 

There was a long pause and she was snuggling closer to me than ever. Then looking up at me again she whispered, "You wouldn't – would you?" 

I was trying not only to absorb what she had asked, but what I'd said to make her ask it. I "wouldn't" what? 

If I need any justification for thinking as I did, then I can only say that having seen mother masturbating and then having her so close to me, and in addition having smelt and tasted her femaleness, I had become aware of her in a way that I had never been conscious of before (or had I?). 

Whether or not I had ever thought of mother sexually was in fact irrelevant, since seeing her masturbating I was thinking of her sexually now, and to prove it I had an almighty erection. I knew we were moving onto dangerous ground so I tried to sidetrack the talk by asking, "Wouldn't what, mother?" hoping she'd back off from what I thought were the way things were heading. 

"Wouldn't want to...well we couldn't could we? It's not moral or ethical or something like that is it?" 

I'd started this thing and now she wasn't going to let it go. Its strange how in such situations we play a lot of games when one clear and from the heart statement can settle things one way or another. But I would try to go on playing the game. 

"What's not moral, mother?" 

Mother now pulled away from me in exasperation. 

"For God's sake Niall, having sex with your mother isn't moral; that's what we're talking about, isn't it?" 

"It's illegal too mother; your not allowed to marry your own mother." 

"Niall, who's talking about marrying mother, we're talking about sex with mother; that is what we're talking about, isn't it? You said I should stick with you and I said..." 

"Yes, I know what you said mother and...well...I..." 

She seemed to melt against me and I could feel her soft warmth. I was melting myself and admittedly being a master of self justification I was thinking, "Why should some other guy have her when she's here offering herself to me; and even, my father have her again if he ever leaves his beloved Constance and returns to the conjugal bed?" 

She was speaking quietly again and stroking my face; "You wouldn't...you couldn't do it, could you darling" 

I thought I might as well come out from behind my protective screen so I said somewhat unromantically, "If you mean would I have sex with you, yes I would." 

Mother really dissolved. She was all over me, kissing me and saying, "We only have to do it once, darling, just to find out what its like, and if we don't like it we don't have to do it again...just once...I need something...you...touch me here darling." 

Her shirt was still unbuttoned and she drew my hand to her breasts and closed my fingers over a firm rounded mound, its flesh warm and yielding as I pressed it. Our lips met as I fondled her and with open mouths our tongues fought for entry and we were soon exchanging saliva. 

I started to gently squeeze the long nipple and mother broke from our kiss and said, "I like my nipples sucked, darling." 

I had no problem with that and I carefully pushed her back on to the cushions and bending over her breast and took the nipple into my mouth. As I sucked her she made a low humming sound; "Mmm...mmm...mmm." Then after a while she said, "Lovely darling...lovely...now the other one, we don't want it to get jealous." 

I started to suck the other nipple while I continued to fondle the other one. She tasted very sweet, a bit like blackberry jam and I could almost have sucked her all day, but I was tempted elsewhere. 

I started to kiss my way down her body and when I reached her mons she whimpered softly, "Are you going to do it to me, darling?" 

I didn't need to ask what she meant because I'd every intention of doing it. 

I moved her slightly and then kneeling in front of her I took off the step-ins she was still wearing. The crotch of the step-ins was saturated with her lubricant and when I'd removed them and parted her legs I could see why. I couldn't remember ever seeing a woman so ready for sex. Her vulva was swollen, engorged and glistening with her fluid. When I parted her outer lips and I could see the inflamed inner lips and as I drew near them I could feel the heat emanating from them. 

Mother was sighing, "Do it too me...do it to me..." 

I started to lick her, pushing my tongue into her hot squishy vagina. She tasted of a mixture of honey and vinegar and her smell resembled that of roses just after they have passed full bloom. As fast as I lapped up her juice it seemed to be replaced, and I understood what she meant when she said that she "Needed something." She was a woman on the desperate edge of sexual starvation. 

The lower part of my face was saturated and above me mother was sobbing, "My clitoris darling...my clitoris." 

I went to raise the small hood covering that little nub of pleasure, but mother was there before me, her fingers raising it and exposing, not the little mound I had seen with other women, but something that resembled a small penis. 

I was taken aback at its size for a moment, then realising that I had something I could really suck; I took it into my mouth. 

Mother began to cry out, "I'm coming darling...I'm coming...don't stop...I'm..." 

She let out a sound somewhere between a wail and a shriek as she clutched my head to her. Her whole body was shuddering and leaping as she experienced the agony and ecstasy of her orgasm. 

As she passed over the peak of her climax she spoke, the words jerking out of her with every orgasmic spasm. 

"In me...in me...I...want...you...in me..." 

I still had enough rationality to say, "I don't have anything mother, I haven't got a condom, are you on the..." 

"No...I want you...I want to feel...want...want it...in me...all of...it." 

Sanity fled. Now she was laying back, her legs spread wide and raised. I came over her and she guided me into her. 

I was drawn down into the sucking, clinging wetness of her vagina. I could feel it convulsively gripping and releasing my penis. She was drawing me into her deeper and deeper. For a moment I wanted her to suck all of me into her – perhaps a desire to return to her womb? 

She had given me the freedom to put my seed into her, and whereas with other women pregnancy had always been something to avoid, I now felt an urgent need to impregnate her. Mother was in the afterglow of her orgasm, but still seemed to be needy. She was crying out, "Put it in me...let me feel it...come in me...sperm...I want your sperm..." 

Here legs were wound round me and my hands were under her buttocks as I let the first expulsion of my semen burst into her. 

"Yes...yes...I can feel it...deep...in deep..." 

With every new plunge into her I strove to get the last millimetre of my length in. 

As her legs tightened round me she was murmuring, "Lovely...beautiful...lovely..." 

Then my stock of semen came to an end. I had no intention of withdrawing from her immediately; that now overflowing tunnel, filled with her copious discharge of lubricant and my mingled sperm was too seductive to part from quickly, but mother wanted to make sure. 

"Don't leave me yet darling...stay with me for a while...I still want you in me." 

"I'll stay as long as you want me to," I reassured her. 

"Oh darling...my love...it was so beautiful. It's never been..." 

"Beautiful enough for us to do it again?" I asked, interrupting her. 

"Yes...oh yes...again and again and again." 

She started to kiss and lick my face, tasting and smelling herself. 

"I think I taste and smell quite nice," she said playfully, "what do you think darling." 

"You smell and taste nice enough for me to want to make it a repeat performance," I said with a smile. 

"Wonderful," she said, and then thoughtfully, "Next time I shall have to taste and smell you my love." 

"Anytime," I replied with equal seriousness. 

She again looked thoughtful, then smiling she said, "Your father is working late again tonight." 

"So that's what he calls it," I thought, "I wonder if mother believes him?" 

"We've got quite a few hours to fill in," she went on teasingly, "can you think of anything we might do?" 

"Yes," I replied eagerly, "but this divan's a bit too narrow, do you think we could do it in your bedroom?" 

"Carry me," she said coyly. 

I picked her up but I didn't carry her straight to the bedroom. I thought we should start afresh, so I carried her to the shower instead. 

That was six months ago and Constance proved to be a bit more of a lure for dad than I thought. He left us so now I have mother all to myself – a very pregnant mother I should add. She threatens to have another one after this, and why not? After all, it's a very pleasant chore making her pregnant.