The Spellbound Medallion

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A great writer once told me, that to keep your writing and your ideas fresh, you need to step away from your current stories or books and write something random and new. It gives you a breather between the good stuff. So I wrote this. Hope you like it.

One quick note, I don’t intend to carry on this story, unless it does well and you all like it. I will admit, this story has the potential to go anywhere, but I have a lot to complete already.

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The Spellbound Medallion

Magic is often thought of as a theatrical showcase of explosive power and colourful renditions based on the mysterious or supernatural. But in reality, magic is not as dramatic as one might hope. While it may be real, it isn’t usually something you can see.

Think for a second on Luck. Many believe that luck is random, and distributed among a select few through sheer chance. When in actual fact, it is precise and can be manipulated. If you know what you’re doing.

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Jacob is a young man at the age of twenty five. He has short light brown hair, average build and is considered on the taller side at six foot two. He still lives with his parents and younger sister, Clara. Not by choice of course. It just so happens that they live in an area that wasn’t known for cheap properties.

Jacob and Clara have both attempted to move out on several occasions, but neither could afford it separately. And neither had been in a relationship that lasted for longer than a few months. So that was off the table. It also didn’t help that the paying jobs close to home were barely above minimum wage.

One afternoon Clara came charging into Jacob’s room like a woman on a mission. She threw the door open, strutted her curvy self into the room and stood directly next to her brother’s bed, where he laid flat on his back with headphones on and his eyes closed.

“Jacob… Jacob!” No response. She leaned down and grabbed at his shoulder to shake him. Being this close she was able to hear the music clear as day through the headpiece. “JACOB!” She shouted as she shook her brother.

“F-fuck!!!” Jacob’s eyes shot open in a fright. His focus immediately drawn to the silhouette over him. Seemingly hunched over his bed with chest protruding out to him.

His very first thought was that he was dreaming, and some busty babe had tackled him to the floor in preparation for a full night of love making, but as the daydream faded into reality, he found that it was just his sister.

“Oh… It’s just you. Don’t you know how to knock? What’s up?” Said Jacob as he closed his eyes again.

Clara immediately scowled and pulled his headphones up and off his head.

“Hey! What the hell?” Now with his full, undivided attention, Jacob sat upright and looked at his sister.

“What do you mean ‘just you’? Why don’t you show a little respect to your only sister?”

Jacob looked at Clara as if she has just said something crazy. To which she smirked and then followed up with an eye roll.

“Fine, whatever. I have something to show you. Come on…” Clara spun around and waltzed out the door.

Against Jacob’s better judgement, he followed his sister while stealing a few quick glances down to her bubble butt. She often wore leggings which outlined her lower half with mouth-watering detail. He didn’t like to look, but sometimes it was impossible not to.

Jacob wasn’t attracted to his sister, at least not in the traditional sense. He knew she was attractive, more so than your run of the mill crush, but she was his sister first and foremost. However, that didn’t stop the occasional glance at her voluptuous breasts or daydream of her doing something scandalous.

Clara was twenty-two years old with long dark blonde hair. It was always in a ponytail, save for the times she bathed. She was five foot six, had a very slim waist with a large pair of breasts and an ass that would snap most men’s necks as they turned to watch her walk away.

He followed Clara all the way to the kitchen with little to no explanation as to why. Clara reached the table at the centre of the room where a newspaper laid out across the surface.

“You see that? What do you think?”

Jacob looked down onto the page to read the newspaper. “Second time local goat escapes farm?” He looked at Clara with scepticism. “I mean, he’s a clever goat?”

“What? No, not the goat you idiot. The house…”

Jacob looked again to find a small detached house for rent a short while from their current home. There were no pictures, but from the description, it had two bedrooms, a bathroom with a shower and bath, a small garden and parking for at least one car. However, it was still out of budget.

“Umm, yeah sis, it sounds great, but I still can’t afford that. And neither can you I’m guessing?”

“No, that’s true, but it’s the first time I’ve seen a house that ideal for rent that’s actually feasible.” Clara had sahibe escort green eyes that seemed to beam excitement towards her older brother.

“Are you high? If I can’t afford that, how are you supposed to? I earn more than you remember?”

“True. Neither of us could afford it… alone…” Clara let her words hang in the air for a moment.

The sudden realisation hit Jacob like a tonne of bricks. “A-are you out of your mind? Why on earth would you think this is a good idea?”

“Why not? Don’t you want to get out of this… hell hole?” Clara looked around the room as she spoke.

“Well, yeah. Of course, but living together? Isn’t that a bit weird?”

“It’s exactly what we’re doing now isn’t it? Just without our parents around. More freedom. More privacy. We can keep to ourselves and separate the house to some degree, if you would prefer?”

Jacob took a second to give it some actual thought. He didn’t like the idea at first. Living with his sister? What would happen when she brought a boy home, or vice versa and he brought a girl home? But then again, their parents are pretty strict and won’t allow that sort of behaviour now anyway.

“Okay…”

“Okay?” Clara asked.

“Okay I’ll think about it.”

Clara squealed with excitement and hugged her brother. Jacob tried not to enjoy the feeling of his sister’s chest on his, but failed miserably. Since the break up of his last relationship, in which they had a very explicit coupling, all he’s been able to think about was sex.

A few hours later Jacob got a fierce yelling from his father about being a lazy good for nothing. He wasn’t an abusive father, at least not physically, but he was the type of man that would always remind Jacob of how he doesn’t work as hard as him. Which quickly got old in the short time he had been an adult. Jacob told himself that this was the last time, and made his mind up on the house for rent.

Four weeks later, Jacob and his sister moved into their new home. Somehow they managed to be first in line for the rental, and with little to no issue, it was all confirmed. Two of Jacob’s friends and one of Clara’s helped with the move, which was very much appreciated as their parents both said they wouldn’t help at all, even if they were in trouble financially. Although they did sign all appropriate paperwork which contradicted that. Jacob just assumed his parents really wanted them gone.

After several hours of moving their stuff into the house, the siblings and their friends relaxed in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. They didn’t have much furniture at this point. A second hand table and chairs, their own beds, bedside tables and a few chest of drawers. Most of their belongings were actually bedroom furniture.

“You guys are really going to need some new stuff. This house is tiny, and it looks massive with what you have.” Said Paige, Clara’s friend.

“We know, we know. We were just desperate to get out you know? With a little time and some money, we’ll have this place up to snuff in no time. Right bro?”

Jacob had been watching Paige all day, walking, lifting and practically dancing around their new house. Paige is what he would call ‘the perfect woman’. While no more attractive than Clara, she had a very bubbly personality which was a must for Jacob. Concentrating with her around wasn’t his strong suit, nor his friends.

“Bro? Jacob!” Shouted Clara.

Waking her brother from his trance, he shot his eyes in her direction with a start. “W-what?! What’s wrong?”

“Christ. Nevermind. Maybe your friends have a little more experience with communication…” Clara looked up to the two boys that sat either side of her brother.

One had glasses and wasn’t able to look at either of the girls in the eyes. And the other Clara would swear was gay. Due to him constantly following Jacob around and staring at him like a lost lamb.

“Hmm, maybe not. Whatever. Paige, do you want food? We can order pizza or something?”

“Ah sorry C, I’ve got to get back home. You know what my dad is like. He’ll come looking for me if I stay much longer.” Paige admitted quietly.

“Aww, okay babe. Boys? Pizza?” Asked Clara as she looked in the direction of her brother and awkward friends.

“Uhh n-no. No thank you Clara. We had best get going to. It’s getting late, right Jimmy?”

Jimmy was the presumed gay one. Who only looked up from the area where Jacob’s hands were on the table for a split second. “Y-yeah. It’s… late. We’ll go now…”

Clara rolled her eyes. “Fineee, I’ll walk you all out.”

Clara stood and made her way to the front door, followed by Jacob’s two friends, Paige and then Jacob. Who was of course trying his hardest not to stare at the way her ass glided from side to side.

A few short words at the door and a goodbye hug among the girls, and they were gone. Leaving just Clara and Jacob alone in the very empty house.

“Oh thank god they’ve gone!” Clara breathed a sigh of relief.

“Wha… weren’t sahibe escort bayan you just offering them food?”

“Yeah, but your friends are weird. What’s the one with glasses called again?”

“Jonny? You’ve probably heard it like fifty times today sis…”

Clara laughed. “Jonny? You’re Jacob, Jimmy and Jonny?”

Jacob rolled his eyes and nodded, knowing where Clara was going with her laughter.

“Wow! No wonder you don’t get anywhere with women. You’re all weird.”

“Hey! Your friends are weird too!” Jacob spat back as he made his way to the kitchen.

Clara followed her brother and laughed as she did. “Weird? What, Paige? The only thing weird about her is that she has a thing for you…”

Jacob stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. “S-she has a thing for me? Are you seriou…” Before he could even finish his sentence, the coy grin on his sister’s face spoke volumes.

Clara burst out laughing. “As if she would fall for someone like you. You’re funny bro. Even if she did, I would never allow it. She’s my friend first.”

“Bitch. But, what you’re saying is, there’s a chance?” Jacob eyed Clara inquisitively.

“Not in a million years. Now, what shall we put away next? My room and the living room is pretty much done. Although we haven’t got too many places left to put things.” Clara looked around the kitchen. “How many boxes are left anyway?”

“Umm, I think there’s only a few. Let’s go check.”

The siblings made their way to the living room and scanned for full boxes. With an empty house, it wasn’t hard to find some. They didn’t even have a sofa or chairs. Let alone a television.

Jacob grabbed the first box he came too and opened it up. Revealing a bunch of old photos, pictures and posters.

“Umm, I think this one’s yours. Pictures and stuff?”

“Oh, yeah that’s me. Can you put it in a cupboard somewhere?”

“I don’t think we have one… the airing cupboard is all we have. And that’s full of towels and bed sheets.”

“Hmm, okay. Can you put it in your room? Mine’s kind of full.” Clara asked with wide puppy dog eyes.

“No! It’s your crap!”

Clara rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine. What about the attic?”

“W-we have an attic?”

“Every house has an attic Jacob… even small ones.”

They both made their way through the house to the first floor in an attempt to find the hatch. Dead centre of the hallway between bedrooms. Almost impossible to miss, which made them both laugh.

Clara left her brother’s side and went to her room without saying a word. Jacob pulled on the tag, which in tandem revealed a telescopic ladder. Once that came down, he made his way up into the dark and cold attic.

It was a small space with old oak beams, oak floor and cobwebs as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t big enough to stand in, so Jacob shimmied his way in a little and placed the box next to one of the beams. As he turned to leave something caught his eye.

It was a small, decorative wooden box, directly behind a beam from the attic opening. It could have easily been missed from someone moving house. Jacob grabbed the dusty object and made his way back to the hallway. He then put the ladder back up and went to his room to inspect the treasure.

Sitting on his bed, with currently just a mattress and no sheet or topper in sight, he wiped some of the dust off the box with his sleeve. Then, he opened it, revealing a small triangle shaped medallion with a love heart crest in the centre. The crest looked to be woven using a type of wood, and to the touch, he confirmed that it was certainly not made of metal.

The medallion had a long black string attached to the top that was untied, so Jacob did the only sensible thing and loosely tied it together. Without a second thought, he placed his new necklace around his neck.

“Weird. Why was this even up there? It doesn’t look very expensive. In fact the box looks worth more. Maybe hand made?” He asked himself as he stared down at the triangle.

With Jacob’s door still open, Clara walked into the room like a woman on a mission. “Jacob, do you think we should put…”

Suddenly she cut her sentence short and dropped the box in her hand onto the floor. She stared at her brother with wide eyes as she saw him in a new light.

“Clara? You okay? What’s wrong?”

There was a few seconds of silence with only a stare between the two before Clara spoke.

“W-why… w-what have you done? Jacob… you… ummm…”

“What? What are you trying to say.”

Clara seemed to be having trouble speaking, and her breathing quickly became erratic. She slowly walked forward towards her brother. Her eyes never leaving his.

“Seriously sis, what’s up? Do I have something on my face?” Jacob stood up from his bed.

Clara moved closer still. Then without a second thought, she pushed her brother back down onto the bed and straddled his legs.

“Clara! What the fuck?” Jacob shot his sister a stare of disbelief as escort sahibe he felt his sister’s crotch against his.

Clara had no idea what she was doing, it was as if she couldn’t stop herself. But it was more than that, it was like she wanted to do what she was doing. Do what she was thinking.

“I uhhh, I don’t know why. I just need… God I’ve never felt this before…”

Clara grabbed at the hem of her jumper with both hands and lifted it, and her top, up and over her head in one fell swoop. Leaving just her black bra intact.

“W-what the fuck! Clara, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I’m not in the mood for your insane little pranks!”

Clara did nothing but smile as she started to gyrate her hips.

Jacob was convinced that she was playing some sort of sick joke on him, but he couldn’t dismiss that fact that he liked what was happening. Her tight little body, gyrating on his, as her busty chest bounced a few feet away from his hands and face. But, she was still his sister.

“You crazy fuck!” Jacob grabbed his sister’s hips, lifted her up and threw her onto the bed in an attempt to escape her thighs. “Get off of me, you psycho.”

Jacob started walking towards the door, only to be stopped before he could reach it. Clara grabbed his wrist, spun him around and pressed her body against his. Instincts kicked in and he backed up against the bare wall, only to be followed by Clara like a shadow.

“Jacob, stop fighting me. You know this is what you too…”

Clara’s finger reached up to her brother’s mouth. She ran it along his lips, then she brought it to her mouth, sucked on it and then closed her eyes as she moaned aloud.

Jacob’s body started to react the same way anyone’s would, and Clara could feel it, his cock brushing against her as it stiffened.

“Tell me you haven’t once thought about it.” Clara lustfully stared up at her brother. “Tell me you haven’t pictured this very moment. Imagined me…” Clara slowly lowered herself down onto her knees. “…on my knees. Touching, licking and sucking on your big, hard…”

“Jesus! Fuck, Clara. You need to stop now. This is wrong even for a joke.”

“Stop? Oh dear older brother of mine. I’ve only just started…”

Clara unzipped and unbuttoned Jacob’s trousers, and then she started to pull them down to his ankles.

Jacob was in disbelief. He wasn’t sure what to think or feel, but one thing he knew for certain. Even his sister wouldn’t take a prank this far. What she was doing, would at least have a good reason.

He looked down in shock and saw his little sister begin to free his now hardened member from his pants. The second her delicate fingers touched his bare cock, he knew it was too late. There was no way he was about to stop her at this stage. The adrenaline, the thought of it, and the sight before him overwhelmed every doubt in his mind.

“See, I knew this is what you wanted. Just like me…” Clara didn’t hesitate, and placed her brother’s cock into her hot, wet mouth.

“Oh shit!” Jacob closed his eyes in euphoric bliss.

When he came to open them, he looked down and saw his sister’s ponytail bobbing back and forth as she made her way along his shaft. She wasn’t able to fit the whole thing in, but with every thrust, she took a bit more.

“Fuck, Clara… this is insane. This is… so wrong.”

Clara pulled herself free from his prick and started to jerk it in her hand.

“Maybe, but does it feel good?” She smirked.

“G-god. Better than good!”

Clara’s expression was one that Jacob hadn’t seen on her before. It seemed so lewd and lustful. An expression that a brother definitely shouldn’t see from his sister.

“You know what would also feel better than good?” Jacob shook his head. “This…” Clara knelt up slightly and placed his cock underneath her bra, sandwiching it between her juicy jugs.

She then dribbled a bit of saliva down onto her tits and started to bounce her breasts up and down.

Jacob couldn’t say a single word. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was experiencing. His cock was between his sister’s tits, bouncing up and down as she locked her gorgeous green eyes onto his.

“C-clara, I… shit. I’m going to…”

Suddenly Clara pulled his cock free and stood up. “Oh no you don’t. We’ve only just started mister.” She then turned around and made her way to the bed, shedding her clothes as she did.

Then, Clara sat her naked ass down on the bed and began to unclasp her bra.

Jacob looked stunned as the bare babe sat nonchalantly across from him as she unhooked the last part of her clothing.

With a snap, and a little wiggle, the bra was off. She held it out in front of her and dropped it onto the floor between them.

“So, what do you think bro? Like what you see?” Clara was now completely naked, breasts bountiful and round.

Jacob’s jaw dropped as he eyed his sister. Her slim body, peachy ass and busty breasts, protruding out to meet him. Mouth sized pink nipples that seemed to scream out in a desperate attempt for attention.

Jacob slowly walked forward, peeling his own clothes away like a man possessed. He didn’t see his sister before him anymore. She was just a woman he was about to fuck. To completely ruin. A woman built to his taste, and he was about to dive head first in, with or without consequence.

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Succubus Master Pt. 12

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Part 12: Max finally brings Liz down.

Chapter 34

The sun had nearly set; I was lounging around in the living room, perusing the myriad streaming services that we had available. It was amazing that with all the TV shows and movies that we had access to, for the life of me, I almost always had a hard time finding something to watch. I didn’t care about that at the moment, though, because I wasn’t actually looking to veg out. I was waiting, and the TV was fairly close to the front door.

I heard the sound of tires screeching to a halt and a car door being forcibly opened and then closed. Next came the sound of feet stomping up the house towards the front door, which swung open and then swung closed hard. All of that racket was nothing compared to what Liz had in store for me.

“WHY DID YOU FUCK HER?!”

“What?” I asked while trying to subdue the ringing in my ears. Superhuman senses were a mixed blessing; figuring out how to adapt to them – or maybe even improve them, using my newfound ultimate power – was on my list. My list was too long.

I had a feeling Liz’s outburst would’ve caused me some pain no matter what, though. She was a woman of many talents, and having insane meltdowns was one of them.

“KATE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO FUCK KATE?!”

“Oh, Kate,” I said, as if what she said finally cleared things up. I’d gotten a text from Kate letting me know that Liz was likely headed my way, and in quite the state. All was according to plan – except for the ringing in my ears, which still hadn’t quite faded.

Kate had sent a message to Liz telling her that one of their Onlyfans videos needed a little work done because it didn’t meet one of their sponsors’ requirements. As expected, Liz had rushed back from whatever guy’s place she was shacked up at. When Kate had discovered Liz back at their apartment, my sister had been pantsless, and her fingers had been deep inside of her very-wet pussy. She’d been watching the sex tape that Kate and I had made earlier that day. We’d expected her to find it, and, knowing what I knew, I’d expected her to have a strong reaction. Still, I’d been surprised by just how little self-control Liz had been able to muster – pleasantly so. That had told me that I was going to have a very easy time turning her.

Once Liz had realized she’d been caught, she’d stormed out of the apartment. From there, it had been a fair guess that she’d been heading for my house. We’d guessed right.

“Yes, Kate,” Liz said, lowering her voice. “Kate, my friend – the one I told you not to do anything to. And what do you do? You. Fucked. Her. You fucked her!”

“Ya, well, Kate called, and she wanted to meet. She was very forward and made her intentions known. If you have a problem with that, you should probably take it up with her.”

“Oh, I know how Kate operates. That girl is like a sex kitten; she’ll grind against any guy or girl that catches her fancy. For some reason that I cannot fucking fathom, you qualified.”

It was disturbing to think that my demonic side wasn’t as mature as I was. Even though I knew Liz was basically lying to me, that last comment really ruffled his jet-black feathers. Still, I wanted to play the game a certain way.

“And why is that a bad thing?” I asked casually.

“She’s MY friend, asswipe!” Liz shouted. “She’s not yours. She’s mine. She’s somebody I can spend time with so that I don’t have to be around YOU or think about YOU. Now that’s ruined. That’s why there’s a rule, dumbass. Bros don’t sleep with their sisters’ hoes!”

I nearly laughed at that, which only seemed to enrage her even more.

“I think you mean ‘bros before hoes,’ but no, there is no rule that a brother can’t sleep with any of his sister’s friends. Besides, like I said, Kate came on to me.”

“Ya… well…” Liz stuttered a bit, “why does it have to be Kate? I mean, what about your other whores? What, got tired of them?”

That was a line that my demonic and human sides agreed on, and she’d crossed it. She didn’t get to insult my girls. I got up in her face with superhuman speed. That seemed to put her off a bit. She had to look up at me to hold my gaze, and I could tell that that made her feel small. Ever since my transformation, I wasn’t just taller than her, either. I was a tower of muscle.

“Rayna and the others are hanging out with an old friend. Have been since this morning, and, before you ask: yes, they knew I was going to be out with Kate. We don’t keep secrets from each other, unlike some people.”

“What… what do you mean?” Liz stuttered. Her poker face was basically gone. She was obviously afraid – afraid of what I might know. I wasn’t going to play that card just yet, though.

“Who have you been shacking up with?” I asked her.

“What?”

“The guy. Who’s the guy you’ve been sleeping with?”

“And why does that concern you?” Liz shot back.

“Because I need to know where you are at all times.”

“Fuck rus escort you!” she said. Her eyes brightened; she thought it was funny. “What are you, my father?”

“No,” I said, “but I might as well be. Someone needs to take control of you. Going out at night, not coming home. Not telling us where you are and who you are with. It needs to stop, so if I have to be the man of the house and rein you in, I will.”

“Oh, big man,” Liz started. “Little bro thinks that now that he’s gotten his puny little dick wet he’s the boss of everyone. Well, fuck you. I’m a grown-ass woman. I can decide when I go out, how long I’m out, who I’m with, and… who I choose to fuck.”

That last part got my blood boiling. My demonic side was a serious liability whenever I tried to play verbal chess games. Liz seemed to know she’d scored a point, because she smirked at me. It was that same bitchy smirk she’d been throwing at me since high school.

“Awww, little brother is upset? Well boo-fucking-hoo. You say you’re the big man now, so now what? Are you going to punish me? Are you going to spank me?”

I’ll give her credit: she did guess right. The chess and poker games were over.

“Hey… What are you – what are you doing?” Liz shouted as I took her hand and dragged her over to the couch. Then I proceeded to bend her over my knee.

“You do occasionally have good ideas,” I said, almost in passing. Without any hesitation, I delivered one hard spank to her vulnerable ass.

“Owww,” Liz started, but I didn’t let her continue.

One, two, three, four spanks later, Liz’s ass was starting to look bright pink. The mere act of being bent over my knee had raised her micro denim skirt halfway up her round cheeks, and there was nothing else covering them; the string of her black thong was just a divider between them.

“There… have you learned your lesson?”

“Fuck you,” Liz shouted back. Her cheeks flushed like her ass, except she wasn’t in pain. She was aroused. As soon as I’d gotten her over my knee, I’d slowly released my demon aura. That wasn’t the only reason she was getting wet, though. She was getting off on being spanked. It was one of her secret kinks – one she probably hadn’t told anybody about, ever.

Too bad for her I had a succubus slave who could roam rather freely in people’s minds as they slept. Rayna had been delighted when I’d asked her to do a deep dive into Liz’s mind. I’d half-suspected she’d already done so, but that was water under the bridge. From her, I’d learned three essential things about Liz. I’m not giving away the other two just yet, but the first was her spanking kink. My sixth sense had just confirmed it beyond the shadow of a doubt. Even though her ass was burning as she remained helpless over my knee, her pussy was burning even hotter.

“Mother… Mother is going to have a fit when I tell her what you did,” Liz stuttered out, trying and failing to hide the fact that she was incredibly turned on.

I barked out a short laugh. “Don’t you worry about her. We came… to a new understanding. She knows where things stand in this house.”

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. All will be revealed in due time. Now… it’s time to continue your punishment. This time I want you to count every time I spank you.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Count every time my hand smacks this round ass of yours. If you don’t, or miscount, we start over again. So, let’s start with twenty. It’s up to you if it’s actually twenty, or a lot more.”

SMACK

“Ow, you fucker!”

“That’s not a number. Let’s start from the beginning.”

SMACK

“Ow! You’re so dead after this!”

“Still not counting.”

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

She did eventually get with the program. Let’s call it ten swats before that.

SMACK

“One,” she groaned out.

SMACK

“Two.”

One by one, she continued the count. With each hit, her ass was getting redder and redder, and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Her juices leaked out of her and seeped into her panties. Not only that, but as we neared the end, she was starting to sound very different.

“Hmmm, Fifteen.”

SMACK

“Hmmm, Sixteen,” she moaned.

“Good. Looks like you’re finally learning.”

We kept at it until we reached the end, but the last slap was something special. My mana, as I’d discovered during all my adventures with my other slaves, has a unique effect on women. When I release it into them, they experience an orgasm that makes their toes curl. It doesn’t matter how close or far they are away from that big ‘O’ moment; sparks fly once my mana has entered their system. As I readied Liz’s twentieth slap, I directed a small portion of my mana into my hand. Charged and ready, I reached my hand high in the air. I aimed carefully, as I didn’t want to miss my shot. Luckily, Liz’s body seemed to have a mind of its own; I saw her trying escort rus to stick her ass further into the air. It was as if it wanted to be closer to my hand or make itself an easier target. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to miss it.

“TwenteeEEEE!” Liz screamed as she was ravished by my mana once I released it into her through her drenched pussy.

Her body twitched and thrashed as euphoria ran up and down it. Only garbled words came out of her mouth, and even though I couldn’t see her eyes, I was sure they were rolled up into her head. Then, finally, she went limp on my lap.

“Well, that was fun,” I said, “but I hope you didn’t think that was the end of it.” I hoisted Liz over my shoulder as I got up from the couch.

“Where… where are you taking me?” Liz asked groggily; the jostling from my movement was slowly bringing her back to reality.

“Oh, don’t worry; it’s a surprise.”

Chapter 35

With Liz over my shoulder, it was easy to make my way up the stairs and into her room. As we did, Liz asked a few more times what I was doing. She wasn’t putting up much of a fight, as she was still recovering from her mana-infused orgasm. I may have overdone it, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t need her sharp, alert, or bitchy for anything that was to come.

“Here we go,” I said. I opened the door to Liz’s room and headed inside.

Liz’s room has changed much over the years. Once, there’d been posters of One Direction, Adam Levine, and the Twilight movies. Those were gone, replaced by cute little word-phrases to boost positivity and self-esteem. She’d been collecting stuffed animals since she was five, and though she hadn’t the heart to get rid of it, it was tucked neatly into a corner, instead of being proudly displayed on her bed.

The bed was proudly displaying something else, thanks to me: a set of black bondage straps. I hadn’t had to buy them. Liz had had them stashed in her ‘playroom.’ I’d found a hell of a lot of other stuff during my search of that room, the rest of the apartment, and her bedroom. I was downright impressed by how many sex toys and sets of slutty clothes she owned. Once she was mine, I intended to take her down to Janice’s shop to see if she wanted anything else – maybe something a little more extreme.

I was getting ahead of myself, though. First, I had to break and enslave her.

“What are you doing?” Liz screamed in surprise as I tossed her on the bed and ripped off her tiny clothes. She was barely wearing any to begin with – the micro skirt, a bra and tank top, and her drenched thong. I think it still surprised her how quickly and easily I got everything off.

Whatever I – or my demon side – may have thought of her chosen career path, it had definitely turned her already-cute body into a smoke show. She was very lean, had a well-toned physique, and yet still boasted a stacked chest. In fact, I’d been a bit off in my estimation. Her bra read “34DDD”; I’d only guessed the double.

Once her clothes were gone, I strapped her on the bed. I cuffed her wrists, neck, waist, thighs, and ankles. hose cuffs were attached to the bed via those black straps, and they were quite secure. I could’ve torn them off easily, but Liz was only human. Her legs were spread in a missionary position, and she wouldn’t be able to close them. The lewd position fully exposed her very-soaked and aroused pussy. Her new position hadn’t instilled any fear into her; it had only heightened her arousal. That was secret number two – or part of it, anyway. Liz’s bondage kink manifested in a very particular way in her dreams, according to Rayna. She dreamed, very specifically, of me tying her down and punishing her for having been such a bitch to me. She was about to live the dream – but I was still going to add a twist of my own.

“Let me go,” Liz grunted, trying to free herself from the restraints. She was actually putting some effort into it, but she’d sprung for the good stuff. “You’re so dead once Mom gets back – hey, why are you laughing?”

“You’ll find out,” I said. I smiled down at her as I began to strip.

“What, your girls abandoned you, so now you have to get your jollies off from your sister?”

“Ha, sometimes I forget that you can be so full of yourself,” I said with a chuckle. “No, my girls didn’t abandon me. Rayna, Ella and Ash will be back. One of them never left, though.”

“Fucking… Kate?” Liz asked. Shock and disbelief were written all over her face.

“Ooooh, not a bad guess,” I replied. “Tell you what: you get one more guess. If you guess right, I’ll let you go. We’ll be done. If you want to move out completely and live your own life, go ahead. If you stay here, well, I have a feeling we’re just going to end up in this situation all over again – but that’s up to you too. You could always just follow my rules and stop being such a bitch all the time, and then I wouldn’t have to punish you.”

“Fuck you,” she grumbled. rus escort bayan “That’s not fair. It could be fucking anybody.”

“Oh?” I asked playfully. “Really? Anybody? For reasons you cannot fucking fathom, I might be having sex with anybody?”

I let her stew. My sister had been a total bitch to me for a long time, but I’d never once thought she was a stupid bitch. She was running a successful business, after all. The trouble for her was that Zari was the only reasonable guess – and she knew that that was wrong. She knew I wouldn’t have made the offer if the answer had been so obvious. She knew it had to be something somewhat unexpected.

“Fuck you,” she said again, but her tone had changed. “What do I get if I give up instead – I mean, if I don’t use my guess?”

“Huh,” I said. She’d actually surprised me. “You know what? I don’t know. Maybe I should discuss it with my girl.”

Our gorgeous mother was no dummy either. She’d known to wait until the right moment, and had picked up on the improvised cue. She waltzed into Liz’s bedroom wearing one of the sexiest getups she’d ever put on. Despite being half-naked, though, her face was covered by a mask. I wanted to keep some mystery alive for a few moments, at least.

Instead of a gasp or a sound, there was nothing. I didn’t know if that was because Liz was shocked from the entrance itself, or if, perhaps, she’d immediately recognized who it was behind the mask. Then I realized the issue.

“Oh, sorry,” I said. “I guess you can’t see, being all bound up like that.” I moved around the bed and reached over to unhook the neck restraint connecting Liz to the bed. From there, I reached down, grabbed a pillow, and placed it behind her head, giving her a great view of the very sexy woman right in front of her.

“Who the fuck is she!?”

“This,” I said, smiling at Liz as I returned to our mother, “is my new slut – my new slave. Isn’t that right?”

“Hmmm, yes, Master,” my mother said in a throaty, sensual voice – another part of the disguise. She was turned on beyond belief, though, so that part she wasn’t faking. Quite the opposite, in fact. Through our bond, she radiated the purest form of lust and desire. It was so strong that it could make someone drunk – me, for example, since I was bearing the brunt of it. I saw my mother’s masked eyes drift towards the massive bulge forming in my underpants. From the corner of my eye, I saw Liz’s gaze get pulled towards that same target. All I had left on were my specially-designed boxer briefs, and even they were being stretched to the limit by the awakening monster within them. My cock had plenty to respond to – the situation, most of all, but Mom’s outfit really was something else.

It was one of the ensembles she wore to her orgy parties. It was all black, complete with a bustier, garter belt, stockings, five-inch stiletto heels, and, of course, a thin g-string that looked two shades darker. It was a very sexy outfit that would make any man hard, but three things stood out from the rest. One was that the bustier had no cups, which meant my mother’s perfectly round breasts were fully displayed, capped with deliciously erect nipples. The next was how her slave collar was fully revealed to the world: gold with black onyx inlay. That showed me how deep her devotion was to me – on par with my other slaves, which was impressive, since I’d formally claimed her less than 48 hours prior. Finally, there was the mask, which covered everything but her mouth. Those orgies had been pretty kinky – some real Eyes Wide Shut stuff, where anonymity was prized. I had a mind to check them out at some point, but I reminded myself again that I had a particular goal in mind. I refocused on Liz. For the moment, it appeared to me as though Mom’s disguise was holding. I didn’t think Liz had figured it out.

“You see, Liz,” I said, “this sexy little person right here – her name is Cyn. I don’t know if you know this, but Cyn here is a bit of a slut. She may be the biggest slut to ever roam the streets of our little college town – and I don’t just mean the campus. I mean the whole damn town. Isn’t that right, Cyn?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied. Even though her face was covered, I could still tell that her cheeks had turned a slightly darker shade of red.

“Anyway, I just so happened to stumble upon her doing something that she shouldn’t, and I could not let it stand. So… I calmed her down.”

“Oh, with all your incredible sex skills and massive cock?” Liz asked. She tried to sound sarcastic, but I could tell she was genuinely curious.

“Very good,” I replied smarmily. “You’re learning. There is a bit more to it than that, but you’ve got the idea. In fact, you’ve already had a little taste of that something extra, too.”

I let her think back to the mana-induced orgasm she’d had over my knee. I waited until I saw her flush.

“If you want proof,” I said, “all you have to do is ask… nicely. I won’t make you beg just yet. For now, you just have to ask me nicely. Ask to see my massive cock – the one I used to tame this slut and make her my slave.”

She wouldn’t do it. Score one for sis, I thought to myself. I didn’t let on, though. I looked at Mom. She took the cue again. She was a good slave, and a smart one.

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Hello, and welcome. For the record, this is not a quick-fuck story. Rather, it’s a three-part tale that will take its time in building up with characters because that’s the whole point of literature erotica, isn’t it? So have a nice read.

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Once upon a time, in the southern mainland of Arkanara, lies the Kingdom of Incuria with its capital in Galatley. This is a tale of a special day, a day when the royal castle is more packed than ever with the noblest and most respected men and women from all over Arkanar. Representatives of allied kingdoms and estates, aristocrats, merchants, and famous warriors gather in the Triumphal Hall to celebrate King Inglud the Serpent Slayer’s 60th birthday.

The Triumphal Hall has been the venue for every important ceremonial event, from the coronation of a king to his marriage. As guests arrive, they marvel at the exquisite drawings on the black walls and the perfectly rounded columns. Above them, scarlet tapestries with a three-headed bear devouring a snake, the cognizance of Incuria, hang proudly.

The air is thick with revelry, the tables loaded with greasy food and excellent booze, jesters dancing in multi-colored outfits, and bards playing lutes. The guests loudly chant Incurian songs, all in honor of King Inglud. But this year, something feels different.

Recent events have cast a shadow on the king’s reputation. Rumors of political unrest and dissent have been spreading throughout the kingdom, and some say that the king’s grip on power is weakening. Nonetheless, the celebration continues, and the king’s loyal subjects raise their glasses in a toast to their beloved monarch, unaware of the troubles that lay ahead.

Inglud the Serpent-Slayer, also known as the Bear, was an unparalleled king and general of Incuria. His enemies trembled in fear and respected him greatly. With over a hundred victorious campaigns, dozens of conquered kingdoms, and thousands of slain foes to his name, he was a true legend. His massive hand could easily crush a human with a single blow, and his thick gray curls and beard gave him an air of wisdom that belied his ferocity. Despite his age, King Inglud still outshone many young warriors in every aspect of combat.

The guests at the castle drank deeply of ale and feasted on hearty fare as they toasted the king with loud exclamations of “For the king! For the king!” The warriors roared with laughter, spilling their cups of intoxicating ale as they reveled in the celebration.

The king raised his goblet, fashioned from the skull of a fallen enemy, and nodded his approval before wiping the froth from his beard.

“And for the queen!” someone shouted from the crowd.

“Yes! Yes! For the queen!” The warriors raised their goblets once more, timidly stealing glances at the beautiful Queen Nymira the Warrior, who was seated beside the king.

She wore a queen’s green robe with a deep V-shaped neckline, and at only 41 years old, she had borne several children for the insatiable king, yet still looked perfect. The gray-eyed, buxom princess hailed from the Wooded Mountains, with mesmerizing curves and long golden hair tied in a bun beneath her crown. Despite giving birth five times, she still possessed a girlish body and kept herself in excellent shape to satisfy the king’s needs and avoid giving him any reason to doubt their marriage. Every man in the castle secretly desired her, but all knew that the queen belonged solely to the king.

Nymiria smiled, her plump pink lips curling upwards as she ran her hands over her rounded belly. She was in the final month of her pregnancy, and everyone was eagerly anticipating the birth of the new successor. The king had even ordered the healers to stay sober in case of an early arrival.

“I have something to say,” the king’s bass voice boomed over the music and cheers of his guests. The hall fell silent as he deftly rose from his throne, clasping the armrest with one hand while raising his skull-shaped mug in the other.

“I want to thank everyone who came here today…” He paused for a moment and glanced around the room. “Today, I turn 60. I’ve lived long enough to see kingdoms rise and fall, to conquer enemies and make allies, to enjoy the finest feasts and the sweetest wines. But you know what I haven’t been able to do yet? Figure out how to blow out all these candles in one breath!”

The king points to a massive cake with a ridiculous number of candles on it, eliciting laughter from the guests.

Inglud’s expression turned serious as he prepared to broach an important topic.

“Seriously, though,” he began, “right now, my eldest son Nome is leading our army to victory against the barbarians from Overseas. Let’s raise a toast to him! Cheers!” The guests slammed their jugs onto the tables in agreement, shouting “For Nome!”

The King drained his skull-shaped goblet and exclaimed, “For NOME!” Beer dripped from his overgrown beard as he reclined back onto his throne, clutching his stomach and laughing. “Enjoy yourselves, drink and eat. It’s all özbek gaziantep escort on me!” The hall once again filled with the sound of chatter and revelry.

As mentioned earlier, King Inglud had many children. Two of his daughters were married to kings from neighboring states, his eldest son Nome was currently on a campaign, and his youngest son Karlas had died in battle a couple of years ago. The only son present at the celebration was Darian, a twenty-two-year-old young man with brown hair. Leaning against the wall, the prince watched what was happening in the Triumphal Hall. All these feasts were alien to him.

Darian took a sip from his mug and gazed at the guests. A young girl in a corner tried to wink at him. He was fond of girls, but just like feasts, love affairs weren’t actually his thing. His only goal was to earn respect and glory and to be known throughout Arkanar as a brave warrior, general, and king. Nevertheless, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many attempts he made, his older brother Nome was always one step ahead. Nome was better at everything: bigger, stronger, deadlier. He was the one son who would inherit the throne, the very throne that Darian desired for himself.

“I will return to my chambers, my love,” Nymira said as she rose from the throne, clutching her stomach. A wet puddle appeared beneath her, indicating that her water had just broken. “Healers, come here!” the king yelled, grabbing the queen.

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Everyone had gathered outside the queen’s chambers – guards, entourage, and servants, except for the counselors. Darian stood aside, closer to the corridor walls, lost in thought. The childbirth lasted for several hours, stretching into the early hours of the morning.

For some reason, he remembered the old rumors about the King’s mistresses who had died during childbirth due to the enormous size of their newborns. Only Queen Nymira was able to give birth to the King’s offspring. It was probably just a myth propagated to make people believe that Inglud was not an ordinary man but possibly a demigod. To be honest, it was not so hard to be fooled, considering all of the King’s sons and daughters were indeed huge. Queen Nymira’s procreative abilities were undoubtedly worthy of attention and praise.

Finally, the king emerged from the queen’s chambers, wiping his sweaty hands with a cloth handkerchief, and glanced at the shocked and timid crowd that had fallen silent. The king needed to speak first.

“The gods have blessed me with a son,” he proudly announced.

The corridor erupted with cheers and congratulations, but Darian remained silent and watched from the sidelines.

“And what name have you given the new heir?” someone asked.

“I am still considering options. For now, our queen needs rest,” he replied, scanning the crowd. When his gaze fell upon Darian, he spoke with a thunderous voice. “Leave me and Darian alone. All of you.”

The crowd quickly dispersed as the king ordered everyone to leave him and Darian alone. The last time Inglud had made such a request was almost a year ago when Karlas, Darian’s younger brother, died. A few tears had been shed for him, as it was told that Karlas had died in a battle like a worthy Incurian. Only Darian and Inglud knew that Karlas had actually fallen off his horse and broken his neck like a weak, unworthy man during a battle with barbarians.

“It should have been you… Not him,” the king had told Darian that night, his eyes full of silent fury at the gods and destiny.

Darian didn’t even try to guess what Inglud was going to say to him now.

“I haven’t heard from Nome in a long time,” Inglud finally started, as the torches and fire on the walls became their only company. He sounded tired and slightly desperate. “I’m afraid he will not return. The last time we received word from him was a month ago, and things were not going well for his army. Perhaps the barbarians are stronger than we thought.”

“He will return, my king. I promise.”

“No need for empty promises, boy. If he returns without a victory, it’s better not to return at all,” Inglud said, straightening up to his full height. “And yet, I still have you, the representative of my line. My family line must continue to exist at any cost. Am I right?”

“Yes, my king,” Darian nodded.

“Our queen gave birth to another child tonight, but I am getting old and my time will soon come to an end,” Inglud said. “Therefore, I have decided that someone else should carry on my Serpent-Slayer line.”

He carefully scrutinized Darian through bushy eyebrows.

“While the fate of Nome remains unknown to us, I want you to continue my bloodline. Find a woman worthy of you and breed.”

Darian tried to hide his confusion and managed a slight nod in response, still processing what he had just heard.

“It is your sacred duty and the command of the king. Do not disappoint me, Darian…”

“Yes, my king,” Darian replied, bowing low.

“You gaziantep özbek escort may go now. Leave.”

He quickly bowed once again and moved away, turning a corner and suddenly encountering a group of knights and even one of the king’s counselors, Lokir. The small balding man had a squeaky voice and outrageous ambitions.

“Well, what did the king say?” the counselor demanded, suddenly standing in front of Darian, breathing garlic as always. He looked up at Darian from two heads lower.

“That is not for you to know,” Darian replied curtly, pushing Lokir aside to avoid the stench of his breath.

“Arrogant boy! How dare you?” Lokir sputtered.

“Know your place, counselor,” Darian retorted.

The head of the king’s guard and queen’s bodyguard, Braga, appeared as torchlights reflected off his bald head. He never concealed his disgust for Darian, as well as for the other sons of the king.

“I advise you to speak with more respect to the counselor,” said Braga, his deep voice carrying an air of authority.

“I dare to speak with him the way he deserves,” replied Darian, his tone laced with defiance.

“We are the reason this kingdom still exists, boy,” Lokir interjected, his voice high-pitched and unpleasant. “So know your place. You will not become a king. Nome will take the crown, won’t he?” The counselor giggled, revealing his yellowed teeth.

“Boy.”

The next moment Dairan drew a dagger, putting the blade right to the counselor’s neck “Go on, call me ‘boy’ again.”

The armed mob behind Braga immediately drew their swords. Head if king’s guard put his hand on the hilt of his sword, not a single muscle on his face flinching. Only torchlight flickered across his troll-like head.

“You have no chance against all of us. If you harm the counselor, you’ll have to deal with me and all the king’s guards, boy.”

Darian met each knight’s gaze with his dark brown eyes, unafraid. Finally, he slowly withdrew the blade from Lokir’s pale neck and returned it to his belt.

“One day the king will die, and no one will be there to keep you in this position… or even keep you alive, Braga.”

The troll-like guard smirked and mockingly bowed his head. “Same to you… my prince.”

With that, Darian strode down the corridor, pushing aside the knights who blocked his path.

“You will regret this!” Lokir shouted, rubbing his red throat.

Darian didn’t look back. He knew that his defiance had put a target on his back, but he also knew that he was the only one who could secure the future of the Serpent-Slayer line.

CHAPTER 1

Darian made his way to the queen’s chamber with the intention of checking on his mother and newborn brother. As he approached the entrance, he found it empty. He adjusted his leather cloak and entered the queen’s chamber without knocking. He slowly opened one of the large double doors and peered inside, taking in the opulent decor.

The walls and floor were adorned with dark gold and silver, and the soft light of the hearth illuminated the room. In the center of it stood a king-sized double bed with intricate wooden patterns above a huge red carpet.

/On this bed all descendants were conceived/. It ran through his head for some reason.

As Darian entered the queen’s quarters without permission, he knew he was taking a risk. Queen Nymira was known for her temper and dislike of unexpected visitors. But he couldn’t help but be drawn to her peaceful slumber, dressed in a white satin nightgown that accentuated her delicate features.

He approached the bed with caution, trying not to wake her. Despite her exhaustion and weariness, there was a certain grace and beauty to her form that caught his eye. As he looked upon her, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, one that he couldn’t ignore.

/Still, the mother is gorgeous./

Darian marveled at how stunning his mother looked, even after giving birth multiple times. He couldn’t help but wonder how she managed to maintain such beauty and elegance.

“Who’s there?” Nymira rubbed her tired eyes with her left hand and yawned with a small, cute mouth. “Inglud, is that you?”

“It’s me”

“Oh. Darian…What are you doing here? Are you watching me sleep?” She said it with a little irritation and got up from the bed. Her left breast nearly fell out of nighty as Darian made an effort to look away.

She shook back her wet braids and walked gracefully over to a table near the fireplace, which he now noticed was equipped with a small bed for the newborn child.

“I just wanted to visit you, mother.” Darian walked around the bed and approached her from behind, peering over her shoulder. Unsure of what to say, he asked hesitantly. “Was the birth difficult?”

“It’s kind of you to worry about me,” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice as she brushed a damp strand of hair from her face. “But childbirth is not something that concerns me. I am a strong, capable, and beautiful gaziantep özbek escort bayan woman, after all. That’s why your father is not afraid to conceive new heirs with me.”

Darian tried to hide his discomfort at his mother’s words and shifted his weight from one foot to another.

“I’m glad to hear that everything went well,” he said, trying to sound neutral. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the mention of his father. Nymira always had a way of making her beauty and fertility known to everyone around her. He cleared his throat and gestured towards the sleeping baby.

“And how is the little one?”

Nymira’s face softened as she looked down at the newborn.

“He’s doing well and he’s name is Tartuff. A strong and healthy boy, just like his siblings.”

Darian nodded, relieved to hear that his new brother was healthy. He wondered if he would ever get used to the constant stream of new siblings that seemed to appear every year. But for now, he was content to watch his mother dote on the newborn and bask in the warmth of the queen’s chambers.

As she stood there, slightly shorter than him, Darian’s eyes flickered down to the table below. He could see what was happening beneath it, and more besides. He couldn’t help but glance at the plunging neckline of her nightgown, the curve of her neck, the smooth expanse of her skin. But he quickly averted his gaze, afraid of being caught.

Darian felt a sudden rush of warmth enveloping him. A sense of serenity and lightness washed over him, easing his racing heart. The scent of his mother, a heady mix of milk, fragrant flowers, and sweet mint, greeted his senses, further soothing his troubled mind.

Despite coming to see his newborn brother, Darian found himself lost in the moment, lost in the embrace of the tranquil atmosphere. The worries that had been weighing him down seemed to fade away as he stood there, taking in the comforting ambiance. For a brief moment, the world outside the room ceased to exist, and he was left with nothing but peace and tranquility.

“Nome was very big when he was born, a true Incurian one and truly King’s son.”

Despite Nymira’s voice droning on in the background, Darian found his attention drifting elsewhere. His gaze was fixed on the delicate straps of her nightgown, his fingers itching to touch them. It was as if he was under some kind of enchantment, captivated by the alluring garment that clung to Nymira’s curves.

As his fingers brushed against the strap, a jolt of electricity coursed through his body, and without thinking, he pulled it off. The fabric slid off her shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her skin and exposing half of her breast, and Darian felt a surge of desire coursing through him. For a moment, he was lost in the sensation, the feel of her skin under his fingertips, the heady scent of her perfume filling his senses.

But before he could fully comprehend what he had done, she quickly covered herself up and slightly pushed Darian away.

“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. “Have you lost your mind? Are you still drunk?”

Darian recoiled, feeling the weight of his mistake crashing down on him. “I…I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice laced with shame. “I didn’t mean to do that. I was just…I don’t know. I must still be drunk.”

He could see in Nymira’s eyes that he had crossed a line. He felt like a delinquent youth, caught in the act of doing something terribly wrong. “I’ll go,” he said softly, turning to leave. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”

As he walked away, his mind was a jumble of emotions. He felt guilty, embarrassed, and confused all at once. He knew he had to make things right, but he had no idea how.

He left the room and tried to catch his breath. A high-pitched voice pierced the darkness of the corridor. It was Councilor Lokir, his tone laced with a mixture of lust and envy.

“The most beautiful women are always the ones who have just given birth,” Lokir crooned. “They’re the sexiest, sweetest, and juiciest. I envy the king. He’s going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

Darian felt a wave of revulsion wash over him as he listened to Lokir’s lewd remarks. The thought of someone finding pleasure in the vulnerability of new mothers sickened him.

As he turned to leave, Darian caught a whiff of something foul in the air. It was the stench of corruption, the rot of a system that allowed men like Lokir to hold power and prey on the innocent. He felt a surge of anger rising within him, a fire that threatened to consume him.

But for now, all he could do was retreat. He took a deep breath and headed back, determined to put as much distance between himself and Lokir as possible.

CHAPTER 2

Darian hurried back to his chambers, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He splashed cold water from the oak bucket onto his face, hoping to calm his nerves.

His chambers were situated in the most secluded corner of the castle, several floors below the royal dungeon that had once held traitors and prisoners of war. It had been years since anyone had been imprisoned there, and Darian had begun to think that he was the only constant prisoner in that part of the castle, albeit with a few extra comforts. His cell was just a few floors above, providing him with a measure of privacy that was rare in the bustling castle.

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CHAPTER 1

Simon had turned 18 a few days ago and he had come to the decision that he was going to meet his real father. Simon had learnt early in life that he was adopted, his adoptive parents didn’t want to lie to him and wanting him to be fully in the loop but due to a clause in the law he wasn’t allowed to contact his real parents until he turned 18.

Although, he actually found his father a few years ago he just never got brave enough to meet him. He originally found out that his mother had died a long time ago and through her he managed to find out the name and address of his dad.

Although when Simon found his father online, he looked nothing like him. Simon was a fairly slim built guy but his father looked like a stocky rugby player. Simon had medium length, light brown hair where his father had short black hair and a short stubby beard.

Anyway, Simon had decided he was going to pluck up the courage to meet his father. He lived in Manchester, a two hour drive away and Simon had booked a hotel for the weekend.

He hadn’t been in touch with his father, and actually Simon wondered if his dad actually wanted to meet him. He’s sure it will be quite a shock, but Simon knew it was time.

Friday afternoon finally came and Simon said goodbye to his adoptive parents, they were both loving people and Simon truly saw them as his mum and dad. They were so understanding when he came out that he couldn’t have wished for better parents. He mainly wanted to meet his dad more to see where he had come from and why he was put up for adoption.

This is it Simon, time to meet your dad. He thought as he drove up the motorway, ready to do the biggest thing he’s ever done in his life.

It was around 8pm when he got his hotel and dropped his bags off. At first, he thought about getting an early night, however since turning 18 he has been ready to go on a night out and actually get with a few men. He’s had some boyfriends in high school but nothing serious and he hadn’t done anything sexual with anyone before.

He wasn’t the campest of men, the sort of guy that you wouldn’t assume is gay but when you found out then you wouldn’t be surprised.

Also, Simon didn’t know if it was because of being adopted or what, but he definitely had a Daddy kink. He mainly found older men attractive and all the porn he watched involved an older man dominating and fucking a younger guy.

Fuck it, let’s see what the gay clubs are like around here! Simon thought to himself.

He got dressed into a purple shirt, black jeans and trainers and got a train into the city centre.

He had never been on a night out before and when he first walked into a club, he was very nervous to be out on his own. Those nerves quickly died down when a cute looking guy offered to buy him a drink.

“Go on then.” Simon replied with a smile.

This man, who was very camp, grabbed Simon’s hand and guided him to the bar. He looked to be in his mid twenties, skinnier than Simon but he had a pretty face.

“Here you go Hun.” The guy shouted when he handed Simon a rum and coke followed by a shot of tequila.

“Thanks!” Simon shouted over the music and took the drinks.

With the rum in coke in one hand, the camp man held his shot up to cheers with Simon and then they both necked the drinks. Before Simon even had a chance to put the shot glass down the other guy grabbed hold of him and pulled him in for a kiss.

Oh my god! Simon thought, not believing the bravery of this guy but also really enjoying it. Simon had never been able to let his full gay side out back home in fear of getting bullied, but here it seemed he could act however he wanted.

Fuck it! Simon thought, putting his other glass down he grabbed this unnamed man’s face and kissed him back.

Simon opened his mouth and accepted the guy’s tongue and ran his along it.

“Mmmmm.” Simon moaned as he passionately made out with random guy. Am I a slut? Simon questioned as he made out, thinking he’s been in this club all of five minutes and already making out with a random guy.

The other guy pulled away and smiled back at Simon.

“I’m Jerry.” He shouted over the music.

“Simon!” Simon replied with a smile.

“Come with me!” Jerry shouted, grabbing Simon’s free hand and dragging him through the packed dance floor.

Simon struggled not to spill his drink as he followed Jerry outside to the smoking area.

“Oh, I don’t smoke.” Simon said to him.

“Neither do I,” Jerry replied, “Just a little quieter out here.”

That makes sense. Simon thought, although he had to try and subtly move his fully hard cock to a more comfortable position.

He looked up and saw that Jerry had caught him moving his cock and Jerry gave him a knowing smile.

“Where are you from baby?” Jerry asked.

“Nottingham.” Simon replied, he watched otele gelen gaziantep escort as Jerry took a step closer, their bodies were pretty much touching as they spoke.

“Oh, what are you doing up here?” Jerry asked, his hand running up and down Simon’s arm.

“I’ve come to meet my dad for the first time.” Simon told him, weirdly feeling comfortable around this stranger.

“Aw that’s sweet, when are you meeting him?” Jerry asked.

“He doesn’t know I’m here, I’m kind of… surprising him.” Simon admitted.

“Oh right, well I’m sure it’ll go great.” Jerry said.

There were a few seconds of awkward silence as Simon downed his drink.

Fuck it! Simon thought, he grabbed Jerry and once again pushed his mouth against his lips. Simon couldn’t believe he was so openly making out with this older man.

Jerry instantly responded with kissing him back, his hands explored Simon’s body until they started to grab his arse.

“Mmmm.” Simon moaned into Jerry’s mouth, pushing his hard cock against Simon’s.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” Jerry asked, “I’m only around the corner.”

“Definitely,” Simon said, not needed to think twice about finally getting to have some fun with another guy.

“Perfect, let’s go.” Jerry said and guided Simon out of the club.

The entire walk back Jerry was pulling Simon in for a kiss. Simon would grab Jerry’s arse and passionately make out with him, loving how openly gay he could act.

“Here we are.” Jerry said letting Simon into his surprisingly nice home.

“Perfect.” Simon replied.

They didn’t even stop for a drink or anything, both just headed straight into the bedroom, ripping off each other’s clothes as their tongues danced along each other.

“Oh fuck, I’m so horny.” Simon moaned as Jerry finally pulled down his boxers, leaving them both completely naked.

“Mmm, I can see that.” Jerry moaned, looking down at Simon’s 6-inch cock.

Simon’s eyes remained wide open as this older, camp man slowly got down onto his knees in front of him.

“Oooooh fuck.” Simon moaned when for the first time he felt a warm mouth wrap around his cock.

“Mmmmm.” Jerry moaned as he bobbed up and down on Simon’s cock.

He was doing wonders with his tongue, he was massaging Simon’s head perfectly whilst wanking off the rest of his cock.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Simon moaned, grabbing onto Jerry’s hair as the pleasure was sending waves through his body.

His tongue was running all over Simon’s shaft and his body felt like he was in heaven.

“Fuck stop.” Simon quickly blurted out.

“Something wrong?” Jerry asked whilst still on his knees and looking up at Simon.

“I don’t want to cum too quick,” Simon told him, “Let me suck your cock.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Jerry said gladly.

Jerry got up from his knees and shoved his tongue into Simon’s mouth, passionately kissing him and Simon could taste his own precum on Jerry’s tongue.

Jerry went to lie down on the bed and faced Simon.

“Come on then, suck my cock baby.” Jerry moaned.

Simon looked at his beautiful cock, it was 5 inches long and sort of thin, but a perfect first cock for Simon to taste.

He slowly got onto the bed between Jerry’s legs and grabbed hold of his dick, marvelling at the thing he’s wanted for so long.

Simon licked his lips, opened his mouth and for the first time in his life he wrapped his lips around a hot, hard cock.

“Mmmmm.” Simon moaned at it, instantly feeling natural with a cock in his mouth.

“Oh yeah.” Jerry moaned back.

Simon started to bob up and down on Jerry’s cock, already determined to take as much as he could down his throat. He made sure his tongue was flicking along Jerry’s head and all over his shaft as he took more and more of him.

He could taste the delicious precum coming from Jerry’s cock which he gladly swallowed down.

“Fucking hell, you’re a pro.” Jerry moaned.

Simon thought it would be best not to admit it was his first time, instead he just moaned as he kept bobbing up and down on Jerry’s cock, spreading his spit all over his shaft and balls.

“Oh god, I need that big cock in my arse.” Jerry panted out.

“D-do you not want to fuck me?” Simon asked. In his fantasies Simon always pictured himself as the one being fucked, having an older man dominate and fuck the life out of him.

“I’m a bottom, I don’t fuck guys, I let guys fuck me.” Jerry said, he slowly spun around and lifted his arse into the air, showing his tight little hole, “Don’t you want to feel your big cock sliding deep into my little arsehole?”

“Fuck, okay.” Simon said, so fucking horny and gladly willing to fuck an arsehole right now.

“Condoms are in the dresser.” Jerry said.

Simon quickly put one on and lined his cock up with Jerry’s arsehole.

“Oooooh yeah.” Simon moaned when he felt gaziantep otele gelen escort the head press inside of this gay older man, his arsehole was like a vice around his cock as he pushed deeper and deeper inside.

By the time Simon had his cock balls deep in Jerry he knew he wouldn’t last long.

He reached around and started to wank Jerry’s cock as he slowly fucked him, the feel of an arse around his cock was sending his head wild.

“Oh fuck…. Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum!” Simon warned.

“Mmm yeah cum for me baby.” Jerry moaned and then Simon did just that, he filled the condom up with his warm cum and Jerry came onto the bedsheets.

After that, Simon cuddled next to Jerry and fell asleep.

In the morning, Simon said bye and left to go back to his hotel.

He jumped into the shower and got dressed, with his dads’ address, he headed over to go and meet him.

This is it Simon, let’s go meet your dad.

Thirty minutes later, Simon pulled up his car down the road from the address he has for his dad.

For twenty minutes he sat in his car, trying to build up the courage to actually get out and go knock on the door.

Come on, you can do this. You can do this. Simon thought to himself whilst looking in the car mirror. When he moved his eyes back down, he saw his father standing at the end of the drive from his house.

Simon instantly panicked, even though he was a good few hundred feet away and he knew his dad wouldn’t recognise him, he still didn’t want to be seen.

He lightly ducked down, still able to see his dad unlocking his car and throwing what he assumed was a gym bag inside.

Simon instantly recognised him from his social media, a big, muscular man, dressed in gym gear.

Quick, I have to catch him before he goes! Simon thought. His hand went to open the car door when suddenly a young girl ran over to his father and jumped at him for a hug. Who’s that? Simon thought, does he have a daughter?

Then a woman came into view and handed his dad a bottle of water, I guess he forgot it, Simon thought. He watched his dad kiss this woman and wave goodbye to her and the young girl before getting into his car and driving off.

Once they were out of sight again Simon sat up in his car. He’s got a family? Simon thought, he felt more upset than he expected to at that news.

Simon quickly went onto his dad’s social media to see if he somehow missed photos of his new family, but since he wasn’t able to connect, he could only see a handful of photos, Fuck, what am I supposed to do now?

Eventually, Simon started his car and went back to his hotel room to gather his thoughts.

He lay on his bed just staring at the ceiling.

Can I meet him now? I don’t want to ruin his new family… but, he has a kid? Why did he keep her and not me? Was I not good enough?

Simon racked his head for hours trying to decide what to do. Before he knew it, it was dark outside and looking at his phone he saw it was 8pm.

Well, too late to do anything tonight, Simon thought to himself, I need a drink!

CHAPTER 2

Simon went for a shower and got dressed, he planned on going to the same gay bar as last night, worst case scenario he will get laid again and at least that would distract him for tonight.

Dressed in a pink shirt and tight, navy-blue jeans, Simon headed over to the same club he was in last night hoping that he would bump into Jerry again, although part of him wanted to meet someone new and finally experience being fucked in his arse.

Walking into the club, Simon felt more confident than he did the night before as he walked through the crowd. He didn’t spot Jerry anywhere so he made his own way to the bar, although he wasn’t too much in the mood to drink so he just got himself a water.

Looking around, he spotted a few older men that he was instantly attracted to. For God’s sake, I need some old daddy to fuck me hard! Simon thought to himself, having fantasised about it for so long.

He saw one beast of a man on the other side of the dance floor, he looked quite a bit older but he was huge and very hairy, the type of guy Simon loved.

Here we go, time to get fucked like a slut! Simon thought to himself as he started to walk across to this beast.

He got halfway before something caught his eye.

Wait! What the fuck?! Simon looked to the side of this beast of man and sitting in one of the booths was Jerry, but that wasn’t what shocked him, talking to Jerry was his dad!

What the fuck is he doing here?! Simon thought to himself.

Simon didn’t stop to think, he marched straight over to them until he was stood next to their table.

“Simon!” Jerry shouted in his camp voice, “How are you babe?”

“Y-yeah, good.” Simon stuttered, suddenly making eye contact with his father, his father who looked at him and had no idea who he was.

“This gaziantep otele gelen escort bayan is… what’s your name again babe?” Jerry said with his hand on Simon’s dads back.

“Arthur.” He replied with a smile, his voice was deep and masculine.

“Me and Jerry had some fun last night didn’t we.” Jerry said with a laugh.

Simon instantly got embarrassed and his face burnt red with the fact that Jerry was talking about them fucking, with only Simon knowing that was his dad sat there.

“Good for you guys.” Arthur replied.

Simon looked at the few grey hairs on his well combed head, his short scruffy beard and his well fit clothing. He doesn’t look gay. Simon thought.

“I’m trying to turn Arthur here to our side.” Jerry laughed out.

“W-what do you mean?” Simon stuttered out.

“Arthur is straight, just here for one of his gay mates!” Jerry shouted over the music.

Oh god, that makes so much more sense! Simon thought, he couldn’t take his eyes off from his dad, never in a million years did he think this would’ve been how they met.

“I’m sorry guys, I won’t be getting turned tonight.” Arthur laughed back, “I have a wife and kid back home.”

“Aww that’s no fun,” Jerry said standing up, “It was great to meet you, but I need to find someone that will fuck me.”

With that, Jerry squeezed Simon’s arse and then walked away. Simon looked back and his dad was smiling back at him.

“So, you… you have a kid?” Simon asked.

“What?” Arthur shouted back, not being able to hear over the music.

Simon sat down on the booth and shouted into his dad’s ear.

“You have a kid?” He asked again.

“Yes, Darcy her name is.” Arthur shouted back.

“Just the one kid then?” Simon asked him, wondering what his father would say.

“Yeah.” Arthur replied. Simon knew he shouldn’t take offense by it, but hearing him say that felt like a knife to the heart.

Then, something came to Simon’s head. If I can’t introduce myself as his son, maybe I could get to know him here, without him ever finding out who I am?

“So, Arthur, tell me about yourself?” Simon asked.

“No problem, well I’m 43, married with a kid, obviously. I’m a manager at a sales company, what about you?” Arthur asked.

Simon smiled to himself, getting to know his father, albeit by unusual methods.

“I turned 18 a week or so ago, just here for a little fun. Still trying to figure out what career I want to have.” Simon replied.

“18, so young. Don’t worry about it, when I was your age, I had no idea what I was doing in life.” Arthur replied and Simon smiled to him.

For a moment Simon looked his father in the eyes and smiled at him, he contemplated telling him who he was, but fear stopped him.

“So, you’re here for your friend?” Simon asked him, realising how long he was just staring into his dad’s blue eyes.

“Yeah, I am, it’s his birthday so he wanted us all to come here. I was the only one brave enough to come to a gay bar.” Arthur laughed.

Simon couldn’t stop smiling, at least he’s not some bigoted arsehole!

“I thought you looked a little straight to be in a gay bar!” Simon joked to him.

“I don’t know, there’s a lot of straight looking guys in here!” Arthur said back with a laugh.

“I know, I love an older man.” Simon blurted out before realising what he just said. He stared at his dad with wide eyes, embarrassed of what he just said, “I’m so sorry!” Simon quickly said.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just say I’m flattered.” Arthur said and tapped Simon’s arm in a friendly way.

Oh my god! Did he think I meant him!! Simon thought to himself.

“Oh erm, yeah.” Simon stuttered out nervously.

“At least someone still finds me attractive.” Arthur said.

“Of course, they do, you’re hot!” Simon said before being able to stop himself, why did I just say that? He thought.

His father laughed, “Well that’s nice of you to say.”

Curiosity got the better of Simon and he couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“What makes you think you’re not?”

Arthur took another drink of what looked like whiskey before replying.

“I suppose I can talk to you about it, not like we know each other.” Arthur laughed, “My wife and I don’t exactly have a lot of sex, I have to get most of my sexual frustration out by working out all the time.”

Oh my god! My dad is talking to me about his sex life! Simon thought, but he didn’t want his dad to think there was something wrong.

“Well, I don’t know why she wouldn’t.” He told his dad.

“Nice of you to say.” Arthur replied with a smile on his face, “So, you got your eyes on any men in here?” His dad asked.

“A few.” Simon replied thinking about that beast of a man he spotted before talking to his dad.

“Except for me.” Arthur joked back.

Oh god! Simon thought to himself, Am I flirting with my own dad?! This is so fucked!

“Well, what can I say, I have a daddy fetish.” Simon joked back, almost forgetting that it was to his own dad.

His dad burst out into laughter and his hand landed on Simon’s thigh.

“Well, it’s been lovely chatting to you, I appreciate you making me feel wanted again but I should get going, I can’t hack these late nights anymore.” Arthur told him.

“I’ll walk you out.” Simon quickly said, not wanting to lose an opportunity to speak to his father more.

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Our 18-year-old daughter, Melissa, planned to go to college once she graduated from high school, but at the last minute she decided to take a year off. Apparently, she was exhausted from all those C’s and D’s she earned in high school and needed a break. I told her since she wasn’t going to college, she had to get a job and find an apartment.

“School or work,” I said. “Your choice.” But once again, my wife pitted our daughter against me. Gabriella told Melissa she could stay in our house for a year before she had to worry about a job or school. A whole year just to goof off. I could only surmise my wife did this just to piss me off, as she was in the habit of these days. Melissa had no money to pay us rent, and my wife already excused her from getting a job, so I made an issue out of at least keeping her room clean and helping around the house.

“Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes and glancing at her mother as if they both knew that was never going to happen.

Still, I tried. I kept pressing the issue with various ways of telling Melissa that her room was a mess and she had to clean it up, but those always fell on deaf ears.

One day a month into our arrangement, her door was half open and I saw a sea of clothes spread across the floor. I flipped out. I had to push hard to get her door open because of all the clothes. When I stepped in, it felt like I was knee deep in clothes. Both of her walk-in closets were bare because everything Melissa owned was on the floor.

I started hollering and she flinched, surprised to see me that angry.

“You need to learn how to do this,” I said. “Take off your T-shirt.”

“What?”

“You heard. Take off your shirt.” I think the anger in my voice scared her, so she obliged. She peeled off her shirt and held it as if to ask what she was supposed to do with it.

“Put it in the hamper,” I said. She shrugged and dropped it in. I said, “That wasn’t so hard, was it? All you have to do when you change is drop your dirty clothes in the hamper instead of on the floor. Now take your shorts off.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You heard me!” I stood over her and she obeyed. She dropped her shorts in the hamper and looked at me as if to say, We’re done, right?

But we weren’t done. “Now your bra.”

“Really,” she said. “We’re going there?”

“You’ve got to learn.”

She shook her head but, unhooked her bra anyway, letting it slip down. She took it to her hamper and made a show of dropping it in. She turned toward me with her arm across her nipples, like she was modest all of a sudden.

“Now the panties,” I said.

She let out a sigh then turned around, her back to me, and dropped her pink and white cotton panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them then hooked them with her big toe and flipped them into the hamper.

She stood in front of me, naked, and extended her arms, saying, “Take a good look. Does this give you a thrill.”

If only she knew. It was quite the surprising thrill. I had no idea when I entered her room that I was going to tell her to strip, and now my 18-year-old grown daughter stood in front of me, the nipples in her perfectly shaped B-cups getting hard, a trim but full bush above her pussy. It was everything I could do to keep from gawking at her, but I had to complete the lesson.

I sat on the edge of her bed and said, “Come here and bend over my knee.”

“You’re going to spank me?” she asked, incredulously.

I scowled and she stepped over, amused, like this might be interesting. She laid across my leg, and three good whacks on her bare ass changed that attitude of hers.

“Daddy, that hurts.”

It’s supposed to hurt I thought. I whacked her three more times. “Dad, please. I’m sorry.

She said it, and she squirmed, but I didn’t believe she meant it. At least not yet. After three more whacks she was crying for help. “Mommy! Mommy!”

“Your mother’s not here,” I said in a calm voice. Then I whacked her three more times.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll keep my room clean and I’ll help around the house.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Oh yes, Daddy. I want to make you proud of me.”

This time, she did sound like she meant it.

I spotted a bottle of baby oil on her nightstand so I grabbed it and poured the oil over her swollen red butt cheeks. As I gently rubbed the soothing oil in, I said, “I don’t want porno videolar to hurt you, Sweetheart. I don’t like punishing you. But being an adult means playing by certain rules, and it’s important to learn that.”

As I continued to rub oil over her butt, I felt myself getting hard. She said, “That feels good, Daddy,” and I wondered if she meant the lotion or the cock that was starting to get stiff underneath her.

“Okay, you can get up,” I said. She stood in front of me, submissively, as if she was promising to keep her room clean, but also, she was submitting her body to me if I ever chose to take it. I knew I had to get out of there quick before the bulge in my pants became too obvious.

For the rest of the day, the washing machine ran nonstop as Melissa laundered every piece of clothing she owned and put them all in their proper place. Later that night, Melissa called me to her room. I couldn’t believe the transformation The room was spotless, clothes all put away, floor vacuumed, bed made. She was eager for my praise. “I’m so proud of you,” I said. “You’re a good girl. Daddy’s good girl.”

She leaned into me and hugged me. “Thanks Daddy. I want to make you happy.”

Melissa wore a dirty tank top, old shorts, and her hair was put up in a bun, like she had been working all day. She wasn’t at her sexiest best, but as I hugged her, I thought about how she had looked hours earlier standing naked in front of me. She looked like she needed a shower, and she looked like she wanted Daddy to shower with her. But then Gabriella called out for Melissa, and the mood was broken.

Early the next morning, after Gabriella left for work, I went to Melissa’s room to talk to her. She was just waking up, having kicked the covers back, and was wearing a tight-fitting tank top and black panties. When she saw me, she smiled and made no effort to cover up.

“I wanted to apologize,” I said. “I was way out of line yesterday freaking out about your room. Whether or not your mother and I agree, it’s your room, you’re an adult, and it’s not up to me to decide what you do with it.”

“Well, it really was a mess,” she said. “I was embarrassed. I couldn’t even get the door closed.”

“Anyway, I wanted to explain what I was really upset about. It seems your mother has been having an affair, so I’m filing for divorce.”

She sat up. “I didn’t know about the affair, but she had said she was going to divorce you. Other than that, I tried to stay out of it.” Melissa gave me an understanding hug. “I know she treated you badly, and she bribed me in mostly subtle ways to treat you badly as well. I’m so sorry Daddy if I caused this.”

“No, Melissa, it’s not your fault at all. Your mother had become more and more difficult to live with but I tried to stick it out. It’s the affair — which she has no intention of ending — that is ending it for us.”

“That’s not fair, but you’ll meet somebody way better than her.”

“Maybe someday, but I need to get through this for now.”

The way my daughter leaned into me, hugging me, letting me wrap my arms around her, it struck me that she was very much a grown woman at age 18. I had the most impure thoughts about what I would have liked to do with her in that moment, but I had to press on.

“The reason I wanted to talk to you,” I said, “was that I will be moving out. Until the divorce is finalized, money will be tight for me so I’m going to get a cheap one-bedroom apartment for a few months. It won’t be much, and space will be tight, but I’d like you to consider moving in with me. I know I will be lonely and it would be great having you around.”

I explained that since she was 18 it was entirely up to her which parent she wanted to stay with. She could keep her big room in the big house with her mother, she could move into the cramped quarters in the apartment with her father, or she could split time in both places. “You don’t have to decide now,” I said, but she had already made up her mind.

“I want to be with you, Daddy. Mom has become unbearable, and now that I see better how she has treated you, I don’t even want to be around her.”

I squeezed her tight rubbing my hands up and down my daughter’s back. “There’s something I need to explain, though. Because it’s just a one-bedroom apartment, not only will it be small, but there will only be room for porno video izle one bed in the single bedroom. Are you all right for that much closeness?”

“Oh Daddy, I want to make it up to you. I want to take care of you. Take care of your needs. I’ll treat you way better than Mom ever did. And I won’t bring many clothes! I’ll keep the apartment clean. I love you so much, Daddy.”

“And I love you too, Pumpkin.”

As the exhilaration was building up inside me, my cock was getting harder. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pushed my daughter back on her bed and laid down next to her. I kissed her in a way I never had before, not how Daddys are supposed to kiss their little girls but a fully aroused wet sloppy erotic kiss. I slid my hand up and under her tank top and massaged her breasts. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t control myself. My cock was rock hard now and I was grinding my crotch up and down her leg like an oversexed teenager. And then I jumped up. “We shouldn’t be doing this, at least not right now,” I said. “Not in this house. Once I get settled in the apartment, there will be plenty of time for this.”

I don’t know how I mustered the strength to walk away, but I couldn’t have my wife, my soon to be ex-wife, throw around the word “incest” and try to leverage that against me in the divorce settlement.

Over the next few days, I kept my distance from Melissa. I texted her a few times a day to let her know I was thinking about her and to leave no doubt I was eager for us to get settled in the apartment together. I just needed her to be patient. In the meantime, I checked into a hotel until the apartment was ready. I sat back on the bed in my lonely room, undid my pants and started stroking my cock, remembering that magnificent view I had days earlier of my daughter’s perky tits and full bush. I stroked faster and faster and came quickly thinking about my naked daughter.

Melissa mentioned that she had told her mother that she was choosing to stay with me. Fortunately, she omitted some key details from her mother, like that fact she would be sharing a bed with her father. Gabriella didn’t seem to care what we did, she just wanted us to go.

The next day, I took Melissa by the apartment to show her. I would get a U-Haul in two days to move a few sparse things, but for now there were just a few random boxes in the empty apartment that I had brought over earlier.

“I love it, Daddy. “I can’t wait for the bed.”

“Don’t worry, it will be here soon.”

“No, I literally am not waiting for a bed.”

She opened the boxes and found a stack of towels and a couple pillows. She spread the towels over the living room carpeting to make an impromptu bed, and laid the pillows at one end. She took off her clothes, slowly, piece by piece, and laid down on the floor. She nestled her head on a pillow and spread her legs slightly. Her pubic hair was trimmed since the last time I saw her, shaved now in the shape of a heart.

I ripped off my clothes and laid next to her. “Is that heart for me,” I asked, rubbing my fingertips through her bush. I looked into her eyes, my daughter’s beautiful blue eyes, and I had to have her.

We kissed deeply and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me on top of her. With my knees I spread her legs farther apart and lowered myself, guiding my cock for the first time into my daughter’s slippery, glistening pussy. She gasped loudly. “Oh, Daddy, this is better than I ever imagined. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me harder. Harder. Harder.”

By then I was out of control furiously shoving my cock inside her, easing it out, then slamming it back in. In and out, pumping furiously. She started to cum and that did it for me and I shot my load deep inside her as we came together.

“That was amazing, Daddy. A wonderful preview of cumming attractions. Imagine what it will be like when we have an actual bed.”

We laid there on the hard floor for a few minutes and rested.

“That day you spanked me,” Melissa said, nestling into me, “I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to lay me down on a pile of dirty clothes and fuck me hard. I wanted it so bad. I was so angry at you, and I was so sore from the spanking, but my pussy was dripping wet. I wanted you so bad.”

“Now we get to do a lot more of that,” I said, “but not right now.” We showered porno video together, but my knees were bruised from fucking on the floor and my back was sore, so we didn’t do much more in the shower than a little caressing and kissing. We decided to get something to eat, so we dressed and left.

At the restaurant, Melissa leaned over to me and whispered. “I see the way people are looking at you, taking a girl half your age to dinner.” Melissa offered a conspiratorial smile. “The women look at you with scorn and the men look at you with jealousy. If they knew I was your daughter, though, they would feel bad for making assumptions.” She snickered. “But if they knew I was your daughter and you were fucking me, they would all lose their minds.”

I smiled at her and said, “You have this uncanny knack for getting me hard just by talking to me. Now I have to sit here for a few minutes before we can leave.”

Two days later, I came by the house in the morning when Melissa was in school and Gabriella was at work. A friend came by with a trailer and helped me load the bed, some furniture, and two suitcases and three boxes Melissa had set out in her room for me to take to our new apartment.

It was still sparse, but we had a sofa, a dining room table, a couple chairs, and a bed to share. Melissa was true to her word about how little she would bring. All of her clothes that she brought fit in her half of the closet.

I was tired from all of the moving, unpacking, and settling in, so I took a break, laying on the bed. When Melissa got home from school and saw me laying there, she snuggled with me. “I saw where they have late enrollment at the community college,” she said. “I decided to enroll. I want you to be proud of me.”

“That’s great news,” I said. “I am so proud of you.”

“Even when I’m naughty?”

“Especially when you’re naughty.”

She got up from the bed, unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, then held it out, ceremoniously dropping it in the middle of the floor. “I’ve been bad, Daddy. You need to punish your little girl.” She removed her bra and tossed it in another direction. “Oops, there I go again.” She flung her blue jeans toward the dinning room table, then tossed her panties toward me. I took them and brought them to my nose, smelling my daughter, inhaling her essence.

Her panties were red and silky and oh so sexy. I unzipped my pants, sliding them and my silky boxers down, then I rubbed her silky underwear over my cock. I tossed my underwear to her. She likewise sniffed them, then rubbed them over her pussy.

I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her across me on the bed. “Come here, you naughty girl. You need to be punished.” I started spanking her bare bottom, softly at first, then with more and more vigor. When her ass cheeks turned red and I could see imprints of my fingers on her, I started caressing her.

“You seem to like that,” I said.

“I do, Daddy. I like it. A lot.”

She sat up and looked at me with a devious smile. Reaching down, she started stroking me, and then slowly, she lowered her mouth to my cock. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting my pre-cum, and said “I like this too,” and then she filled her mouth with my hard cock. Looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes, she bobbed her head up and down. When she had my cock good and wet, she straddled my waist and lowered herself onto my hard shaft. “I like this too, Daddy.” She took my cock all the way in and started grinding away, up and down and side to side, squirming and stroking. Her inexperience showed, but I didn’t mind. I was fucking my daughter and that was good enough for me.

We looked into each other’s eyes as she rode me and I told her how much I enjoyed being inside her tight, wet pussy. I came deeply, we rested, and then I climbed on top of her and started fucking her again. She came quickly, and then I came again too. I rested on my elbows, my hard cock still inside, looking in my daughter’s eyes, the appreciative way she was looking at her father.

After I caught my breath, I got up, took her hand and led her to the shower. She lathered me up and I lathered her. Coming up behind her, my cock still semihard, I rubbed it against her butt cheek.

My daughter took my hand and lowered it to her pussy. She gently guided my hand as it gently massaged her pussy. She turned and whispered in my ear, “This pussy belongs to you, Daddy. This pussy is all yours, any time you want it.”

“I love your pussy,” I said, “and I love you too. Thank you for taking care of your Daddy.”

We stood there a few moments longer, savoring the sensation of the hot water streaming over out bodies. Savoring the touch of our bodies coming together.

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God Complex Ch. 04

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Lisa Mac Call was sitting on the edge of her bed, in a red-silk nightgown. Her mind was thinking of what she was going to tell the twins; what had happened at lunch. Her head was sore so she lay down; her long hair running down her back. She now felt free from being molested by her husband, Dale’s grubby hands.

He had left to stay with his gay lover, which did not surprise her. She was now Robert’s–she shivered at the thought of him and herself, his mom, in a passionate embrace. Her hands spooned her body, surging with lust; using her palms to tease her beautiful brown areolas, moaning in pure pleasure.

“Mmmmm. Aaaaahh.” she grunted, with hard heavy breathing. Her breasts popped out her nightie; her pink tongue licked her lips. “Breed me, I am your whore.” Her breasts swayed, while she lay on her back–her pussy ready to explode, in an earth-shaking orgasm. Sweat dripped down her body, as the orgasm surged through her.

One hand was lightly brushing her pussy folds, sliding a finger in her pussy, constantly teasing her cilt, moaning, “Yesss, Robert make me cum.” She buckled, as her whole body withered, her head and shoulders now raised, her eyes rolling up in pleasure. Gripping the side of the bed with her other hand, her muscles surged with pleasure. She fell back onto the bed with a grin on her freckled face. She got under her duvet and fell asleep, dreaming about what was going to happen next.

Molly and Samantha were naked in Robert’s bed, their arms wrapped around his muscular body; all in a deep sleep, on top of his double bed. He was thinking about the twins, Sarah and oral yapan gaziantep escort Louise, about how he would make them pay for bullying him.

Maybe have Lisa stay with them, too; use Dale’s house as a whorehouse, as he could easily brain-wipe William, and make him watch strangers fuck his little sisters.

They still needed money to live. His body was asleep. But the Nanos had a plan, themselves.

Samantha woke up with a smirk. As her hand lightly brushed her brother’s cock, she smelt the earthy scent of static coming from it. Her head slid down to pop it in her mouth; licking his thick head, she swirled her pink tongue lapping up the pre-cum, and then, drooling excessively, she licked his balls which tasted like sweet nectar to her.

His mother, Molly, had wrapped him up, her arms draped around his waist. She woke up and started kissing down his back. Kissing every inch, she watched Samantha gagging on his shaft. “Morning, honey, I see you got your breakfast.” With a smile across her face, she thought to herself, what beautiful children she had.

The Nanos needed sexual energy to survive; the more outrageous and more incestuous the better, it made them strong. So they were giving very horny dreams to the Newton Family–they all felt the power surging through them, tingling like an electric pulse running through every part of them.

They would have to corrupt more to feed the Nanos. As Robert woke up, his dick in Samantha’s mouth and Molly’s slurping on his balls, he felt the contracting then whoosh–a load of cum shot into his sister’s mouth. “Thanks sis–and mom, for the gaziantep oral yapan escort wake up call. I think we should visit the MacCalls. I think we should get the twins involved, make ourselves one family; what do you guys think?”

Molly and Samantha sat up, either side of him. He had his arms cuddling them close, with their large bosoms on display, itching their heavy mounds. Looking at each other, they both nodded. “Yes, Robbie, what do you want us to do?”

Robert just smiled and kissed them both on the cheek, as he crawled out of bed.

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Louise and Sarah were sitting around in pink pants and sheer, pink bras, which held their perky-but-not-too-big breasts; their areolas were dark brown, and their puffy nipples were showing through the gauzy material. With their hair messy, ginger-fizzy, and knotted, they both had had sexual dreams about Robert, but they did not say or do anything to or with each other. Everything seemed quiet. They were off from school after what had happened on Sunday, to get their minds together. They were both still virgins, and although they masturbated and had sex toys, those were still untouched.

The front doorbell rang. ” I will get it!” Lisa shouted out. It was Molly and Samantha; she opened the door and waved them in.

“How you feeling today…after yesterday?” Molly asked Lisa, taking her hands in hers, her fingers playing with Lisa’s palms.

“Actually, I am relieved he’s gone, he was a waste of space–never any time for us or for the kids.” Holding a cup of coffee, Lisa continued, “So, what brings you here?”

Molly came up and gave gaziantep oral yapan escort bayan her a hug, squeezing her tightly, and whispered in Lisa’s ear, “He took Samantha last night and his morning. And he wants you and the girls to come over later–he has a surprise for them.”

Lisa just nodded, looked over at Sam, and smiled. “Yeah, sure. I miss Robert, I need him,” she whispered back, as she licked Molly’s neck.

“I know Lisa, we all worship him. I think he wants us all to live together. That’s why he sent us over.” Molly gave her a quick kiss on her pouting lips. “Mmmm, that was really nice.”

Watching them kiss, made Samantha damp between her thighs. “Lisa, can I kiss you, too?”

Lisa summoned her over with her finger. She lifted Samantha’s face and smiled, looking deeply into her eyes. Lisa kissed her lips softly, her hands brushed her boobs, her tongue slowly biting Samantha’s lower lip. Then she stuck her tongue in the daughter’s mouth, and they tongue-duelled with each other. Lisa was enjoying her embrace.

They could all feel the Nanos surging energy through them, making them give into their animalistic urges, grabbing each other’s hair; making each other as horny as hell. The Nanos were getting stronger, soon they would be at full power.

Sarah and Louise had been in the bathroom getting cleaned up, brushing the knots out of their hair, and painting their nails with purple varnish. Before they headed downstairs, Lisa and Samantha had stopped kissing, and were smoothing their clothes down.

“Hi girls, Molly has invited us all over, tonight for tea.” Lisa said, looking at her daughters.

“Cool. Will Robert be there?” they asked, itching their heads.

“Yes, he will be there, girls.” Molly smiled at them.P “Okay. See you around six.” She and Samantha got up and headed to the door.

“Okay babe, see you at six!” Lisa shouted from the table.

The Nanos were working on the twins now. They had been daydreaming about Robert all day. They hated him, but they both lusted after him…why?

To be continued.

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With Great Power Ch. 03

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DISCLAIMER: Please don’t read this if incest / non-consent / sorta-mind control are not your thing. Unlike the previous two installments, this story shifts between three perspectives:

Alex, the man with the great powers and broken moral compass,

Kim, his wife, and

Charlie, her father

although it’s mostly Kim and Charlie’s story.

*****

KIM

I was having a quiet dream about a library. I couldn’t find the book I needed, and every time I asked somebody they sent me to the same spot, insisting the book was there. I was getting more and more frustrated with the lack of help when… POOF… the library disappeared and I was lost in a void.

Slowly around me, shapes began to form, and I could feel unidentifiable sensations, as if my nervous system were connecting only 10% of the signals to my brain.

I could make out flickering firelight in front of me coming from several sources. I realized that they were torches lining the walls. I became aware of a fullness, an intense sensation that I could feel in every inch of my body. It was so overwhelming that I moaned involuntarily. Gradually I became more and more aware of my surroundings.

I was straddling somebody. A male somebody, whose arms were wrapped tightly around me, his face buried in my breasts. God, I was naked! I was naked and sitting on a man’s lap. The intense fullness slowly localized. It was coming from my cunt.

My cunt was filled with cock. My juices were flooding down and around the base of the dick, coating the entire area. How was I so fucking wet? Our genitals made a squelching sound as he thrust into me.

No, wait, he wasn’t just fucking me. I was bouncing on his dick. My legs were lifting me up and down on his slick pole. I hadn’t even noticed I was doing it.

The man’s mouth found my nipple and her started sucking on it. I clutched him tightly to me and moaned. My body was responding even as my mind was in a panic.

I could hear noises behind me, which sounded like fucking.

I looked over my shoulder, and instantly regretted it.

Behind me was a bed, and on that bed were my husband and my mother, engaged in wild frenzied fucking. My eyes took in the whole horrible sight, unable to look away. Her legs were curled around the backs of his knees, pulling him into her with every thrust of his hips. My husband’s right hand held onto my mother’s large left breast, and he was rolling her nipple around between his fingers.

Worst were my husband’s eyes, locked in an intense and loving gaze with another woman, my fucking mother! And she was matching it. As they writhed and fucked, they smiled and laughed and whispered things to each other with complete intimacy. This wasn’t just fucking, my mother and husband were engaged in the most intense lovemaking I had ever seen. It was a sight I couldn’t unsee, and the worst feeling I had ever felt, like a knife to the gut.

I opened my mouth to scream but no sound would come out. I turned back towards my sexual partner. The man underneath me was grunting from exertion.

“Ughh… Uggh… Uhh…”

The timbre of his voice was terrifyingly familiar and I grabbed his hair, pulling his face from my breasts. I gasped. I was staring into the wild and lustful eyes of my father!

“OH GOD…” I groaned.

It was my father between my thighs. My father whose cock was soaked in my juices. My father who was sucking on my tit while I rode his cock. It was my father who felt SO FUCKING GOOD.

My father grabbed my face and pulled it down towards his. His tongue wormed its way into my mouth, and he and I moaned simultaneously. The kiss went on for ten seconds before I could shake off the cobwebs in my brain and break free,

“OH GOD…,” I said frantically, and tried to push him away, “NO NO NO NO NO…”

“Ughh… fuck… fuck…” my father mumbled as he held fast to me. I couldn’t get away, and my body was completely betraying me with arousal.

I writhed in his arms and pleaded desperately, “STOP DAD… PLEASE STOP…”

“Fuck…” he grunted, and started kissing my tits again, “You… feel… so… good…”

I grabbed his face and tried to look him in his animalistic, glazed-over eyes, “PLEASE DAD… IT’S ME… STOP!”

Something in my tone shook through his lust-crazed brain, and he stopped thrusting for a moment, and looked almost like the father I knew, “KIM… OH GOD…” he began, and his arms tightened around me again. His hips started to move again and I threw my head back, momentarily lost in pleasure, “KIM… I’M SORRY… I CAN’T STOP…”

I was having trouble controlling my own body. When did I have so little self-control? “Ohhhh….fuuuuuuck…” I wailed as his mouth found my tit again.

“It… feels… so good…” he panted as he licked and teased my nipple, “Doesn’t it…”

My mind swooned as arousal took over, “Fuck fuck… daddy…” Where did that come from?? I hadn’t called him daddy in twenty years! I ran my fingers through his hair and clutched his head to my chest, “I can’t… olgun gaziantep escort believe…” My hips took on a life of their own and pounded back against his dick.

My father looked up at me and smiled at me as we mated. A predatory smile, like a fox that’s cornered a rabbit, “Kimmy… sweetie,” he kissed me roughly, biting my lip, “your cunt… is… a fucking treasure…”

I bit his bottom lip back, and moaned, “Ohhhh… daddy…”

I couldn’t stop myself from indulging in the incestuous mating ritual with my father. “Stop…” I whispered, “You have to…can’t control myself…”

Daddy, I mean, my father grabbed my ass cheeks and hoisted me into the air, still impaled on his cock, stared me dead in the eyes, and issued a command as he pounded his engorged dick in and out of my weeping, swollen pussy lips: “Don’t… control… yourself…”

I gave in to the pleasure completely. No half-measures, just complete surrender to the nasty, dirty, forbidden act I had found myself trapped in. “Fuck… dadddy… you bastard… fuck fuck fuck…”

“Yes… yes…” he groaned, pistoning in and out of me like a machine.

“Fuck….me…” I panted, and my Daddy threw me down on the bed, next to my mother and husband, who were still locked in passionate lovemaking. Alex laughed in delight at the sight of me trapped beneath Daddy’s weight.

My mom’s hand found mine and our fingers intertwined, holding each other tightly as we were simultaneously fucked.

“God… Mommmmm…” I whimpered, “Daddy is fucking… ughh… me so hard…” My mom looked over at me.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and she had the same aggressive, animalistic expression I had seen on Daddy moments earlier. What was going on with us?

“Good, sweetie,” she murmured, “Just let it… happen. I can’t stop either. Your husband… oooh… feels absolutely incredible,” she turned and kissed Alex for a minute before continuing, “I think I’m falling… FUCK… for him.”

In that moment, Daddy grabbed my face and forced his tongue into my mouth once again, and I was completely lost in the pleasure. The fact that my husband was betraying me joyfully right next to me, irrelevant. The fact that my mother was his willing partner in this wicked act, unimportant.

The fact that my own Daddy was about to fill my pussy with his cum: heaven.

Daddy grunted, “I’m going to fucking cum,” and picked up the pace. I gripped onto him fiercely and wrapped my legs around him.

“Do it,” I pleaded, “Fill me up.”

I shut my eyes tightly as waves of pleasure began to wash over me, and I was struck with the most intense orgasm of my life. While my Daddy’s dick relentlessly fucked me, I writhed and clawed at him and screamed out over and over again, “FUCK YES! FUCK! FUCK ME DADDY! CUM IN ME! CUM IN MEEEEE…”

“UGH… UGH… AGGGGHHHH…” my Daddy yelled, and I could feel his cock spasm inside me. Millions and milions of my Daddy’s swimmers spewed out inside me, while he thrust over and over. Letting my Daddy cum in me was the most fucked-up thing I had ever done, and it sent me over the edge into another screaming orgasm.

“Ughh… God… Daddy… I LOOOVE YOOOUU…” I cried, as waves of pleasure traveled the length of my body.

He flopped down on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed, and his mouth found mine.

As Daddy and I kissed and snuggled, we were only dimly aware of the sounds of my mother’s screaming orgasm on my husband’s dick just a few inches away from us. In that moment, there was nobody in the whole world except for Daddy and me.

*****

My 7:00 am alarm woke me with a start. I automatically slipped my feet to the floor and slid them into my slippers. I grabbed my robe and threw it over my nightie. COFFEE.

I ambled blearily out of the bedroom and trudged, yawning, down the stairs to the kitchen.

Dropped the coffee can on the counter, scooped several heaping tablespoons into the machine, filled it up with water and turned it on. Wake-up juice for the whole family: check.

I stood at the kitchen window, and looked out as the dark skies were just beginning to lighten.

FUCK ME DADDY

The phrase flitted into my mind, and my hand went to my mouth. God, where did that come from??

FUCK ME DADDY

I gasped as memories of last night’s dreams started flooding back. The filthy acts, the depravity, horrible deeds no one involved would EVER do, all came rushing back at the same time. And the worst part, it flooded my cunt too. Memories of mating with my father while my mother copulated with my husband caused my whole body to shake with pleasure, and I gripped the counter to steady myself.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and I smoothed out my robe and tried to regain my composure.

My dad entered the kitchen, looking as half-awake and bleary as I felt. When he saw me, he stopped and smiled, “Good morning, sweetie,” he said and he walked forward to give me a hug. My whole gaziantep olgun escort body stiffened at his approach, and as his arms encircled me, my vagina throbbed with pleasure.

It was innocent, a warm fatherly hug, but my body could not tell the difference. I felt goosebumps raise all over my body, and my nipples firmed to hard points. I held him in my arms, and tried to be still and normal. How do normal people hug?

As I tried to figure out how to act normal, I failed to notice that we were still hugging.

BREAK THE HUG, my mind screamed, but I could not. I wanted him close, even if it was chaste. I could hear my father’s breathing was laboured. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, one hand caressing my hair.

“Good morning, sweetie,” he repeated softly as he stroked my hair.

I clutched him tightly to me, unable and unwilling to let the moment end. I squirmed, my hips wiggling lightly. I grazed something hard and froze. HE HAS AN ERECTION. My mind screamed to let go, but my body had other ideas. I let his erection press against my belly as we hugged.

My father kissed my cheek lightly, “Good morning, sweetie,” he whispered again. What was wrong with my father?? It was like he was stuck in a moment in time.

I kissed his cheek, “We should let go.”

“Yes,” he whispered, “We should.”

I felt his left hand slide down my back, and I sucked in a breath of air as it reached my ass. He pulled me tighter to him.

“Something’s wrong, dad,” I said, “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” he said as he gave my ass a squeeze, his right hand joining the left in the activity.

I felt him grind his erection into me and I groaned. His lips hit my neck, and I clutched his head there.

“Right there,” I whispered, “right there.” I started to grind my hips against his dick. God, he felt good.

“I’m not supposed… to be doing this…” he murmured as he kissed his way up my neck, “I’m still healing…”

“I know, daddy… dad,” I corrected. Damn, where did the “daddy” come from?

“No,” he moaned, and bit my ear. In the faintest of whispers, he breathed, “Call me daddy,”

At those three words, my entire body exploded with pleasure, and I completely forgot myself. I grabbed his face and smashed my lips against his. He opened his mouth immediately, and my tongue dived in, twisting around his in desperate lust. I was consumed with a desire I had only ever felt once, when I was asleep, and during waking hours the lust was even more enticing. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his, and reached down between his legs, fishing into his pajama pants and grabbing his rock hard dick. My father… no, my Daddy, groaned into my mouth as my hand wrapped around his member.

I peeled my mouth apart from his and pressed my forehead to his, eyes an inch apart.

“Daddy,” I panted, “Right here. Right now.” My Daddy’s eyes grew wide, “Standing. Take me. Take your daughter.”

I felt him fumble with the crotch of my panties, pulling them aside. “Hurry,” I whispered, “Faster. Mommy will be up soon.”

Daddy moaned at the mention of Mommy, and yanked hard on the crotch of my panties. I winced as they tore open.

I dragged his throbbing shaft and guided it to my soaking wet entrance. I wept for joy as I felt his head open my outer lips. He pushed in slowly, moaning and panting with pent up lust.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he cried out when he was halfway inside. “You are so tight.”

“Yessss…” I hissed, “So tight… now give me all of it.”

He squeezed my ass and rammed the remainder of his dick inside me. The force of the thrust knocked us off balance, and we tumbled to the floor together, limbs flailing. He landed on top of me, fully inside, balls nestled against my asscheeks.

“Are you OK?” He looked concerned and cradled my face. I laughed and kissed him deeply, lovingly, “Yes, Daddy. I’m OK. Make me feel better than OK.” I gripped his ass and held him tightly inside me.

I pressed his pelvis against mine, and we savoured the union of our loins. Our tongues dueled passionately as we lay together on the kitchen floor.

I was in heaven with my daddy’s weight on me, however, he was breathing hard. “I think I need to lie down.”

I smiled at him, “No problem, Daddy,” and I pushed him off of me onto the hard tile floor. I swung my leg over him, and squashed my breasts against his chest as I resumed making out with him.

“I need you inside me again,” I whispered, and groped down between our legs, grasping his pole, and guiding it back to my cunt. I let out a long, contented sigh as his dick sunk back into me.

Daddy looked really uncomfortable as he lay beneath me, but I was past caring. I sat up on his lap, and rocked back and forth, sliding myself the length of his lap.

He placed his hands on my thighs as I took complete control.

“Daddy,” I panted, “I’m going… ooh… to fuck you… until you cum. Let me… ugghh… know when you’re close.”

“God… gaziantep olgun escort bayan sweetie…” he murmured as I rode him harder and harder, “Can’t take much more…”

I was really pounding him. I was leaning forward, leaning my hands on his shoulders, lifting and dropping my pussy on his dick.

“GOOD, DADDY,” I yelled, “FILL ME UP!” I fucked him as viciously as I could.

Daddy winced as I smashed our groins together as hard as I could, “Sweetie, I gotta stop, I’m feeling woozy.”

My Daddy had gone a bit pale. Through my haze of lust the words barely registered. I continued my vaginal assault on his dick, bringing myself more and more closer, edging towards orgasm.

My hands went to my breasts, and I squeezed my nipples between thumb and forefinger.

“FUCK DADDY, I AM SO CLOSE,” I moaned as I played with my breasts.

“Uggh… sweetie… stop…” he groaned.

But I couldn’t stop. I was a fuck machine. Nothing mattered except venting my lust on his dick. I rode him harder and harder, playing with my tits as my moans got louder and louder.

I heard a gasp by the door, and both me and Daddy looked over to see Mommy standing there, one hand steadying herself on the door frame, as she stared in horrified shock at the sight of her daughter fucking her husband.

“NO,” Mommy whispered breathlessly, “Not real. Not real.”

I continued riding Daddy, while Mommy looked on helplessly.

“Mommy…” I whined, “This feels… uhhh… pretty real… FUCK… to me.”

I felt my orgasm start to wash over me and I threw my arms and head back, staring at the ceiling as my tight pussy ground into his dick as hard as I could. I let loose a wail that vibrated the windows and made my Mommy instinctively cover her ears.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH…”

I began squirting, a seemingly endless well of fluid gushing all over my Daddy’s dick and balls, trickling between his legs.

“UHH! FUCK!” I moaned as the last of my juices poured out of my body onto my Daddy.

I fell forward onto my Daddy’s chest, kissing his face and neck as my cunt twitched and throbbed.

Next to us, Mommy’s eyes rolled back and she crumpled to the floor.

“Mommy?” My eyes wide with concern, but my hips still rocking on the Daddy dick embedded in my twat.

“Daddy, I think we need to help Mommy,” I whispered into his ear, and then noticed his eyes were closed.

He had passed out. How long had he been out for? How long had I been fucking my Daddy without noticing?

I lay on his chest panting, and unwittingly sleep overtook me.

*****

ALEX

It was perfect. Everything was falling into terrible, terrible place. Kim had awakened this morning, and her leaving bed woke me up. I reached inside her mind and cranked her arousal as high as I could, and reached into Charlie’s mind, stirring him awake. I could feel him wake up, and I took control of his libido as well.

Manipulating them was so easy.

I lay in bed idly stroking my dick, and waited for the fireworks to begin.

Once I could hear them wildly going at it, I reached inside Claire and pulled her from slumber.

Fireworks, indeed.

*****

KIM

I fucked my dad into the hospital. His body simply couldn’t handle rough sex. My mom got a concussion from her fall.

Both of my parents alive but hurt. And both my fault.

I sat in the hospital, my loving husband by my side as I cried into his shoulder.

Mom was kept overnight for observation. Dad was allowed to go home, under the explicit instruction of quiet and bed-rest.

The drive home was silent. Dad napped in the back seat, and I stared out the window in terror. Would my mom forgive me? More importantly, would she tell my wonderful husband what I had done? And what did my dad think of all this?

Alex helped my dad as he weakly climbed out of the car. He took him straight upstairs to bed, where he immediately fell into a deep deep slumber.

That night I lay in bed, clutching my husband desperately close in my anxious state. With fear and guilt plaguing my thoughts, sleep came slowly.

*****

ALEX

I loved my father-in-law. Charlie was a good man. He needed sleep, and he would get it. But no rest.

*****

CHARLIE

My body was exhausted. The crimes I had committed against nature and family had utterly destroyed my body and left me a complete wreck. My son-in-law put me to bed and I was out instantly.

My dreamed strange random dreams for what seemed like forever. Gradually I started to notice my environment changing. A familiar feeling of dread crept over me, reminding me of the terrible sexy nightmares I had with my daughter. Trees, tables, and a veritable ocean of people surrounded me. The environment was familiar and safe. I smiled.

It was my family reunion. It was a beautiful summer day, and we were in my (long since deceased) grandparent’s backyard. There looked to be maybe a hundred family members here and I smiled as I saw all the familiar faces. My brother, cousins, uncles, grandparents. As I admired the crowd, I realized there were no women at the reunion. I saw what I presumed was the buffet line and joined the end of it. I tapped the person in front of me on the shoulder. My uncle Jeremy turned, looking as handsome and young as I remembered from my youth.

“Uncle Jeremy,” I smiled, and shook his hand, “Is this the buffet line?”

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Behind the Mask Ch. 06

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All characters are at least 18 years old.

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“Hey, Tony.”

“Morning, Miss R. What’ll it be?”

“Four racks of lamb, with mint on the side.”

Tony let me past and into the walk-in freezer. I made my way to my office, where Alain waited. He was beaming today, standing next to my desk with his back to Artemis’s enclosure.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle. An auspicious day, non?”

I chuckled, giving him a weary smile. “Graduation? To most, I suppose. Everybody else is probably celebrating high school leading to the rest of their lives.” I shrugged as I sat down and he handed me a file he was holding. “For me, I guess I could celebrate high school no longer holding me back from the rest of mine.”

Alain gave me one of his enigmatic smiles before speaking. “Will university be of more use to you, mademoiselle?”

I withdrew the contents of the file, holding the pages as I leafed through them. “To an extent. We deal with people in this business. It’s not something you can learn in the classroom. All college will be is another environment to meet new kinds of people, though I’m afraid the diversity of profiles I will encounter will be… limited.”

“Agreed, mademoiselle. Students belonging to fraternities and sororities ‘ave simpler wants.”

“And are thus more easy to read and manipulate,” I finished.

“Not to say that they ‘ave no complexity to them,” Alain reminded. He wanted to make sure I neither overestimated myself, nor underestimated any potential threats.

“Maybe. Still, I doubt that crowd will be much trouble. I’m going to community college, remember. Won’t be many big fish there. It’s just a front for me, to maintain appearances.”

I turned my attention back to the files. More stuff on August. His father was an Army Ranger, killed in action. The widow was already pregnant with August, and she eked out a modest upbringing for her son. He’d had heart problems since he was a kid– Wait, what the fuck? I frowned at the paperwork. A weak heart? How did he make it into the military? I read on. Ah, heart transplant. And this is where the mysterious benefactor began getting involved.

One wouldn’t think somebody who’d gone through a heart transplant could join the Marines a year later. That was a string pulled. Transfer to Delta Force. Could be another string pulled. A swift probation upon joining SWAT. Yet another string pulled. But to what end? Upon initial judgement, the only motivation I could come up with was emotional. This guy mattered to somebody. Only question was who. His dad was dead, his mom was a nobody. None of his other kin was of any import.

“That’s it?” I asked Alain as I went through the last of the documents. There had to be something, anything that explained how August remembered something that happened to me. Otherwise, Charles had given him a script.

“Oui, mademoiselle. Any files ‘eld by the military or the FBI will be… difficult to procure,” he explained. Fair enough.

I pondered the case. The most likely culprit would be Charles, given the fact that he was setting me up with August. If not him, then it was bizarre that somebody had chosen me to be August’s wife. Had to be somebody I knew. Could possibly be one of his dad’s army buddies. It’d explain the amount of sway this benefactor had in the armed forces. But streamlining joining SWAT was different. Would that mean the benefactor was also in both organizations?

I groaned and rested my face in my hands. This was more difficult than usual. Normally, I’d be able to get info easily, since the people I was looking into were civilians. Military was another story. Time to find a two-star general with a dirty secret. That thought finally make me laugh, and I sighed and sat back, looking at the documents spread across my desk. Alain remained standing, and I gestured for him to sit. The guy acted as gentlemanly as he appeared, and sometimes it amused me to watch how he held himself. That was probably how Charles wanted me to act, I mused. It’s how he tried to, as well.

But Charles was a grub in a suit. Just because he had rich and powerful clients didn’t mean he didn’t eat shit.

“I oğuzeli escort guess it’s about time,” I muttered, and Alain nodded, eloquently peering at his watch.

“Would you like me to chauffeur you, mademoiselle?” he offered.

“No thank you. I don’t want to stand on ceremony for this. Besides, I haven’t been minding the club in the past few days. I need you to make sure we’re floating on okay.”

“Of course, mademoiselle.” He stood as I did, and added as I began leaving, “By the way, mademoiselle, Senator Barnes’s contribution ‘as not arrived yet.”

I clenched my teeth. It had been almost a week. If he was starting any funny business… “We need to keep tabs on him,” I said. “See if it comes in today. If it doesn’t, I want two units on him. I want to know where he’s going, who he’s seeing, what they’re talking about if possible. I’m not letting that slimy pretty boy pull any surprises.”

“Oui, mademoiselle.”

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“Lexi!”

I grinned as Brie hurried over to me, one hand on her graduate cap to keep it from falling off. She threw her arms around me, and it fell off anyway, making me laugh as we hugged. Graduation was being held on the football field, and we stood near the stands as people filtered in. Brie held me at arm’s length to look at me, and I could see Stef approaching us before getting pulled aside by some of his swimming friends.

“You look good in the gown,” she said.

“I’m pretty sure this is the ugliest thing I’ve ever worn,” I quipped. “And that’s including all the hideous shit my dad made me wear as a kid.”

“Oh, God,” Brie laughed. “You mean all that preppy children’s clothing? Yeah, that’s pretty bad.”

“Did Drew or Cherry tell you if their parents are taking the day off for this?” I asked.

Brie nodded behind me. “You can ask Mr. Valentine yourself, probably.”

I turned to see Cherry walking toward us and waving, her dad Leon trailing behind her with the dumbest grin on his face.

“Hey guys,” Cherry said. Her graduate gown looked a bit oversized, which only lended to her cuteness. I had a dirty thought about Leon fucking her in it before they drove here, and smirked. We greeted her, and upon another survey of the attendees, saw Stef and Brie’s mother Helen talking to Drew’s mother Coco. According Coco, Helen had ended up discovering the twins’ relationship. I regretted having not been there to witness it, but that would have been an even bigger mess to clean up. Coco managed to talk Helen down into a grudging acceptance, and it made me wonder how much of that advice was because Coco was fostering an illicit relationship of her own.

Drew was saying hi to Stef before checking in with his basketball friends. Leon went over to join in Coco and Helen’s conversation. The football field was buzzing with activity now, and teachers were ushering people to the appropriate seating areas. We made our way over to the graduate area, parting ways with my friends’ parents, who were seated in the family area further back.

Family, huh?

The Rochester family. What a joke.

“Lex? Are you listening?”

I turned back to Brie and Cherry, who were sat beside me for the time being. “Of course. Pretty nice of Coco to invite us over for afterwards.”

“Can’t believe you’re still on a first name basis with her,” Cherry muttered with a wry smirk. “After what you pulled? That’s crazy.”

I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m just too charismatic to be relegated as one of you mere mortals.” Brie shook her head while Cherry giggled. “But yeah, I was kinda surprised she still wanted to be friends too. I thought that bridge was well and burnt. Guess she’s… more grateful than I thought.”

Finishing with a wink made the other girls grimace at the thought of Drew and Coco together, and Brie quickly changed the subject.

“Anyway. You sure you want to go to community college with us? Seriously, if you actually tried, you’re smart enough to get into a much better school. And unlike us… there’s nothing really tying you here.” Brie lowered her eyes at the end, clearly reluctant to part ways. Cherry’s oğuzeli escort bayan mouth was similarly quirked in longing.

The silly girls. There was nothing for me out there. Everything that I cared about was right here in this town.

“But then I’d miss out on all the sexy adventures you guys get up to,” I replied with a wink. In an instant, the somber mood was gone, replaced by shy looks as they thought about their respective partners.

“Forget I asked,” Brie mumbled, rolling her eyes playfully, and I chuckled.

Soon we had to part ways, since we were to be seated alphabetically, for ease of going up on stage to receive our diplomas. Drew was the only one sat way up front, since the rest of us were in the second half of the alphabet. As the ceremony began, and the headmistress made her speech, I glanced over and saw Stef and Brie sitting together. I wondered if they were holding hands, I thought with a grin. Probably not, but I could dream.

They began calling out names, and students walked on stage to receive their diplomas and a handshake from the headmistress. People were cheering as their friends or children were called up, bearing witness to a momentous event in each of the graduates’ lives.

“Drew Hammond!”

Hair disheveled as ever, evident even under his cap, Drew made his way on stage. He towered over the headmistress, shaking hands before taking his diploma. Coco was on her feet, halfway between cheering and crying. She had told me on many an occasion that the one thing that had come of being a teenage mom was Drew. It was no exaggeration to say he was her world. Stef and Brie stood to clap too, and then Cherry and I rose as well. Drew grinned widely, tipping his chin up at the audience before stepping off for the next student.

He joined a growing huddle of his basketball buddies, and we all watched as the proceedings went on. It was quite a while before…

“Alexandria Rochester!”

Fucking full name. Wished there was a way for us to choose how we were addressed when we were called up. I made my way up on stage and noticed my friends standing and cheering. Stef, Brie, Cherry, Drew on the side, even Leon and Coco in the back. Before I knew it, a genuine smile had spread across my face.

And then I spotted my parents among the crowd. I almost tripped into the headmistress. It was like I was being bombarded with emotions. I couldn’t tell if I was annoyed that they were souring this moment, or glad that they still gave a shit to come. Damn, I was pretty fucked up.

Charles and Lena Rochester clapped politely as I graduated from high school, my feelings in utter turmoil. Stepping off the stage, I sort of hovered by myself as I waited for the others.

“Sabrina Thomas!”

Brie gave a little finger wave to her brother as she stepped on stage, the rest of us whooping with joy. Her raven black locks caught the wind, and she looked like some kind of dark angel. There were times where I envied her jet hair. Of course, Stef loved it even more, I thought, smirking. Brie came off stage, heading over to me, but was intercepted by some of her friends. Later, then.

“Stefan Thomas!”

Brie turned and jumped up and down as Stef went on stage. Drew was whooping, and I spotted Helen clapping with tears in her eyes. Her two babies just graduated. After her cheating husband had divorced her, they were all she had. Of course they were staying in town. Stef came over and was almost instantly mobbed by his friends on the swim team.

“Cherish Valentine!”

Cherry waddled up despite her oversized gown. Her copper hair looked radiant in the sunlight, almost as if it was ablaze. Leon had a wistful look in his eyes as he cheered. It made me wonder if he wished his wife were alive to see this. Now Cherry was all she’d left him, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let anything happen to her. Though it wasn’t as if Cherry had any objections to staying right here with her daddy. She came down and was instantly swallowed up by Brie and her friends.

The ceremony went on to conclude, with the headmistress making the escort oğuzeli closing speech. I fiddled with the diploma in my hands, feeling my nerves bunch up as the ceremony ended and I spotted my parents heading my way. Guess I wasn’t getting out of this without talking to them.

“Father. Mom.” I nodded at each of them curtly. My mom managed a smile and seemed to come in for a hug. I took a tiny step back and she paused before reassuming her place by Charles’s side.

“Congratulations, Alexandria,” he uttered. Just an absolute fucking robot.

“Yeah, thanks. You didn’t need to come.”

“I suppose not.”

Clenching my fist behind my back, I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Anyway. Be seeing you. Maybe in another three years?”

I turned to walk away, but Charles spoke up. “Have you given your engagement some consideration?”

I felt my nostrils flare. Of course. Straight to business. Whirling back to face him, I put my mask on. “Well, I met the guy. Great guy, but I don’t do boy scouts.” I grinned. “So thanks but no thanks.”

“It would be in your best interests to accept this,” he insisted. Don’t lose control. As I maintained a cordial expression, I weighed my options. Should I reveal that I knew he was August’s benefactor, in the hopes of revealing more about the situation? Or should I wait for a more opportune moment, in case he had more machinations in store and I tipped him off, losing the element of surprise? In an instant, I’d made up my mind. I was in an information drought, with few leads left.

“Would it now? Getting married to some random soldier boy you dredged up? What good does a Medal of Honor do me? What good does it do you?” His expression was inscrutable. God damn it, I was getting nothing. Mom didn’t even bat an eye, but though she seemed detached from the conversation, she didn’t have an absent look. Toeing the line between daydreaming and paying attention. “You’re opening a lot of doors for this guy. And then you feed him these nostalgic-ish lines to use on me, which are actually really creepy since he’s a damn stranger. So what’s the end game? There has to be more to it than marrying me off to a SWAT officer.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? Playing dumb? Lamest trick in the book. At least play the game with me properly.”

He sneered, shaking his head in disappointment before leaning toward me. “I know how to play the game, Alexandria. I’ve been playing it far longer than you have. And I’m better than you.”

I’m better than you.

I couldn’t move. I could only stare at him, using everything I had to maintain my composure. All my friends were elsewhere, celebrating with friends they’d probably fall out of contact with sometime in the next five years. Their parents were proud of them, even after the announcement that they were going to some dog shit school in the autumn. And I’d never felt so lonely in my life.

“Sure,” I whispered.

Before I could collapse into tears, I turned and walked away, keeping my back as straight as I could. When I was sure they weren’t following me and I was out of earshot, I let my breathing go ragged. I almost let go of my diploma. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

I’m better than you.

Everything hurt. My heart. My brain. It took me a moment to realize I was making a low keening noise. Please, let there be nobody around to see me like this.

I know how to play the game.

Fuck him. Fuck mom for enabling him. Fuck everything. Of course he knew how to play. What else had I modeled my operation after? He didn’t have to rub it in my goddamn face. I’d built everything myself. Alain had helped with logistical stuff, but I was the one fostering business relationships. I was the one nurturing new romances. I knew how to play. I fucking knew.

I killed the love of your life.

A sob escaped my throat. No. Please, no. Not in broad daylight. Not here. I had to get away. I had to leave before the others saw. It hurt. It hurt so much. Somebody make it stop!

“Lexi?”

My stomach clenched when I heard his voice, and I almost threw up. I couldn’t believe he was here too. Deep breaths. Swallow the bile. Loosen your muscles. Check for tears. Needed an appropriate expression. Mild surprise. A touch of confusion. The mask was set. I knew. I knew how to fucking play.

I turned to face him, praying to God that I looked baffled to see him, and not about to ugly cry.

“August?”

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Short Story 01: Party Crashing 02

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After the Kodak party, more secrets are learned. Jon decides to see what happens, though he isn’t the only one curious about what happened.

Part 1 was a modified re-envisioning of actual events that occurred while this part is a work of fiction for you, the readers, who asked so nicely. 🙂

I apologize this took a little longer than expected, but here it is for you now.

* All Characters in this story are 18 years old or older.

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Jon plopped down onto his bed, exhaling a deep confused breath. He found himself staring at the ceiling and replaying the night through his mind. His parents had wandered off to their own room about thirty minutes earlier and could still faintly be heard moving around down the hall. Things quieted down shortly after, and he decided to try and get some sleep.

The soft tick of the vintage analog wall-clock kept thudding in his ears as he lay with his eyes closed. Unable to sleep, he tossed his covers back and grumbled before moving to his computer chair at his desk. He had planned on surfing some porn on his laptop but then he heard it, the quiet hushed voices that were just soft enough to be unintelligible. It piqued his curiosity.

Jon made his way to his door and reached for the knob but paused as his last step squeaked the floorboard. Before he could turn it though he heard another soft “clicking” come from another door nearby. He waited a moment before slowly turning his and opening the door enough to peek out. No one was in the hall from his vantage point.

Opening the door a little more, he made his way out into the hall and glanced around again. His parents’ bedroom at the end of the hall had its door shut firmly, but a dim light was emanating from under the door jam. The bathroom directly across from his door was wide open and empty, the toilet seat down and shower curtain was pushed open most of the way.

Turning his attention back towards his parent’s room, Jon slowly made his way forward until he could make out their conversation. His father was clearly tipsy, but his voice came across much softer than Jon was used to, “Come on Janice stop.”

“I can’t Paul, you know I need this. You know how I get. Please just give it to me tonight.” his mother could be heard pleading.

“Janice you already “got yours” earlier remember? That was the deal we made when we decided to keep the family together” Paul said tiredly. A strange sound of something being dragged could be heard before the unmistakable sounds of a vibrator filled the quiet, “Use this and let me sleep. We already agreed no more sex between us. The kids don’t even know I came to terms with who I really am, so you need to keep up your part of the bargain. Now…..let….me…sleep.”

Jon could hear a shuffling around and a few brief footsteps before a mattress spring creaked. He heard a gasp, followed by several quiet sobs of sadness as the sound of the vibrators buzz changed every few seconds. With everything he’d just heard, his imagination began running wild. What did his father mean by “deciding to keep the family together” he wondered.

A muffled gasp pulled him from his thoughts. Though quiet, it was clear enough that he knew that his mother was bringing herself close to orgasm with a vibrator. He felt so conflicted as he felt his cock start to swell, causing his basketball shorts to tent out in front of him. Without thinking his right hand pushed his waistband down a fraction, just enough for his cock to spring free. His left hand reached out to the side and steadied himself on the wall as he began stroking himself outside his parents’ bedroom door.

The steady gasps of pleasure his mother had released began to change into more rapid ones. An occasional groan escaped her lips as she started whispering, “Please….please….oh let me please…..I need it….” Jon began to quietly piston his hand up and down his shaft to her pleas for release. He knew firsthand how tight her pussy was, how wet and hot that it felt to be gripped inside her. His mind replayed the night, and he lingered on the feeling of that last thrust into her from behind. His cock erupted in his hand as his mind remembered what the exact sensation was like bursting inside her from behind.

Several large streams of semen burst forth, coating his fingers and hand as he kept jacking himself. In the back of his mind, he thought he heard the faintest of gasps. As he started to come down, he fell forward catching himself against the wall with an audible *thunk*. Without a thought he moved as quickly as he could without making a sound into the bathroom. He flushed the toilet in the dark, pretending he had just peed. He then turned on the sink and begin to rinse his hands with his cock still hanging out.

After his hands were clean, he scooped some water into his palm and rinsed his slowly shrinking shaft before patting it dry with a nearby towel. Pulling his shorts back up, Jon made his way back into his room making sure to make sound from the bathroom öğrenci gaziantep escort to his door and closing it loudly. As he sat down on his bed, he shook his head in confusion. Just what the hell is going on??

Jon lay back on his bed and shifted to get comfortable as the analog clock kept ticking. Just as his eyes started to close, they shot back open. In between the ticks of the secondhand, he distinctively heard that same soft *click* from before. Unable to take any more, he buried his face into his pillow and tried to block out the world until he finally fell asleep.

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The smell of bacon and coffee fill the air accompanied by the sounds of the hissing frying pan. Jon groggily opens his eyes and can hear voices coming from the kitchen downstairs. He manages to crawl out of bed with a groan before slowly trudging down the stairs and into the kitchen. Janice is at the stovetop, cooking up eggs, bacon, and sausage for the family while Paul sits at the kitchen table with his daughter Amy.

“Ah sleepyhead, you’re up.” his father said.

“Yeah dad, sorry I slept so late I just couldn’t get any rest.” he replied before glancing in his mother’s direction. His mother kept her head down, looking into the pan as she moved the sausages around a little bit. His father reached down and lifted a piece of toast to his mouth, take a small bite before smiling.

“It’s ok son. Just remember that tomorrow we’re having your sisters party here at the house. So, you need to be home for that.” he said before dusting his hands of crumbs. He rose quickly and gathered his phone and keys from the table, “Sorry guys, I’m going to be late. Got to get that bowling practice in for the league!” Janice gave a barely audible snort under her breath.

Jon quickly glanced at his father and sister, neither seemed to hear her. His father walked out of the room without another word. Immediately Jon began noticing the signs. His parents had stopped touching each other, no more hugs or kisses goodbye. No more dinner nights out together. Did they separate and decided to still live together for the kids?

As he was running through his thoughts again, his mother placed a plate in front of him loaded with food. He glanced down at it and realized it was packed with more than his usual helping. She quickly went back to the stove without a word. Jon glanced at his sister who was also looking down. She noticed his movement and glanced up, smiling shyly as she quickly turned her head to the side.

Why was this whole family acting so weird and how long had this been going on for? Why hadn’t he noticed this until now?

“Jo….Jon, can I have a piece of your bacon please?” Amy asked in a whisper. She had always been shy, but this was extreme even for her. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he knew so very little about her. His “little” sister was only a year and a half younger than him, but they were never really close. She’d be turning eighteen this Saturday and yet she acted like a little girl anytime she came out of her room, always reading a book or doing whatever their mother wanted in the moment. He couldn’t remember the last time she had any friends over, or even heard her talking on the phone.

He reached down and grabbed a nice crispy piece, just like she liked. He learned over to hand it to her but was surprised when she leaned over as well and took a bite right from his grasp. She tilted her head up slightly and chewed slowly, her eyes meeting his for the first time in a while before darting back down.

A few seconds later Janice placed a plate in front of Amy, and sat down in her own chair with a plate for herself. Breakfast was an awkwardly silent ordeal. Each one of them ate casually, no one making eye contact or talking about anything. Jon noticed his mother actually looked more exhausted than he felt. With a scrape, Amy placed her silverware on the plate and leapt to her feet. She quickly cleaned up after herself and ran from the kitchen up to her room, “I have to get ready to go to the Library!” she shouted behind herself.

Jon took a deep breath and closed his eyes before sighing heavily. He heard his mother push her plate forward and when he opened his eyes, she was staring directly at him. “Not a word of anything. Do you understand me? We will talk once Amy has left.” He just nodded slightly, partially intimidated by the harshness in her tone. Her eyes were hard, her jaw set. Jon had never seen his mother this way and he didn’t like it. Part of him was nervous, part of him angry that she’d speak to him this way after what he gave her.

Instantly she was on her feet, pushing her chair back under the table. “Jon, be a dear and clean up please. I’ll be in the study.” she said as she walked confidently down the first-floor hall. He watched her go, her hips swaying slightly. Her sleeping gown clung tightly to her ass as she wandered off. What the hell is wrong gaziantep öğrenci escort with me, Jon thought. And what is going on with everyone else?

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The sound of the front door slamming brought Jon back to his senses. He had just finished washing the dishes and wiping down the table when he heard his mother call out, “Jon, in the study now please.” He decided he didn’t like his mother’s tone anymore and was going to make sure she knew.

He walked casually down the hall to the door at the end. It was closed most of the way, but left cracked a sliver. He pushed the doorway open and stepped into the room. The large office was warming than any other room in the house. The heavy blackout drapes kept it dimly lit compared to the other rooms as well. The prior owners of the home had converted two of the backrooms into a single larger bedroom for a disabled family member, so it was complete with a separate bathroom and a kitchenette.

His mother sat on a large leather couch in the back of the room, still wearing her nightgown. She fixed him with a firm stare and patted the spot next to her with her hand. He made his way straight over and sat down right at her side. She still smelled of the same perfume from the night before. Had she not showered? Did that mean she still had remnants of his seed inside her??

“Jon, you have been spaced-out or daydreaming way too much these past few days.” she said sternly. He turned slightly to look her square in the eye and said, “Yes well, a lot of indescribable shit has occurred these last two days.” He could see her face sour with his words as she didn’t like it when her children used profanity, but she also knew that he was right.

“I….I understand. And that’s exactly what we are going to talk about. But first, I will talk and you will listen. You will not interrupt me am I understood?” it was a rhetorical question as she began without waiting for his response.

“What occurred yesterday should never have happened. No son is ever supposed to know his mother that way. Let me be very clear in that as far as the world, this family, and we are concerned it never happened. Do I make myself clear?” she continued, trying to sound as if she was in charge.

Anger welled up in his chest for a moment. He was about to lash out at his mother when he noticed that her hands in her lap were shaking visibly. Though she was putting on the tough parent act, she was a mess inside. Maybe a softer approach was better. Who know, maybe it would lead to some answers he so desperately needed.

Jon shifted to the side so that he was completely facing his mother. He locked her with his stare and set his jaw. A moment went by, and Janice was about to repeat herself but Jon beat her to the punch, “When did your marriage fall completely apart? How long have you two been lying to Amy and me?” he asked flatly.

Janice found herself shaken inside. She hadn’t expected him to respond like this. Her stomach churned inside with fear, how much did he know? Was he just guessing, or had he actually figured it out? She tried to keep his gaze but found herself unable as she quickly looked down. In that moment she realized two things: Jon was no little boy anymore, and her panties were drenched.

Janice bolted upright and started to make for the door. She panicked and was on autopilot, a war was waging inside her mind right now. Part of her wanted to turn around and shout at Jon, another larger part wanted to flee and hide in her room. But a third and unexpected part, a part that would not relent, wanted to throw herself at him and be fucked senseless like he had the night before.

Jon leapt up behind her and grabbed her wrist firmly. He spun her around and with his free hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “I think we both know that last night wasn’t something either of us ever expected to happen. But it did. And you know what? I enjoyed myself and I know for a fact you did too.” his voice was deep but growing in volume, “How exactly did you think this was going to work? You would just put your foot down and say, “this is what it is” and that would be the end of it?”

Janice tried to speak but just as her voice was upon her lips Jon spoke over her, “Shut it. I don’t want to hear it. You know why? Because….” he leaned in close to her ear, his breath beating against her skin. “Because, I….fucked….you…..senseless.” he spaced each word apart, drawing out the vulgar taboo of the act with each exhale. His mother’s legs went weak, she felt the power behind his words and his actions and for the first time in her life she knew what it felt like to be dominated completely.

Jon stepped backward towards the couch, his firm grasp dragging his mother behind him. He reached up with his free hand and pressed a fingertip against the fabric of her gown just above her breast near her shoulder. With a slow downward motion, he let his fingertip glide gaziantep öğrenci escort bayan down her side, sliding over the curve of her full breast before dropping in front of him.

“Now, take this off and kneel. You’re going to suck my cock again mother like a good little slut should.” and with that, Jon pushed his shorts to his ankles before sitting back down onto the couch. His mother stood frozen in the moment. He had just called her a slut, demanded a blowjob, and was sitting there with the thickest cock she had ever seen awaiting her mouth. Janice’s body began moving without thought, pulling the gown over her head as she sunk to her knees in front of him.

Shuffling her knees forward, she moved closer to his waist. She gazed down at his rigid shaft and was awed seeing it in the light this time. Her son was above average in length, a solid seven inches of man meat that had pounded her into bliss the night before. But what amazed her the most was his girth. He was thicker than the zucchini she had used earlier that morning trying to calm her demanding cunt. She realized she had been holding her breath and finally exhaled. Her mind began to scream at her that this was significantly bigger than her husband in every way, but that it had also already been inside her and scratched the itch she needed gone.

She started to speak when Jon finally got tired of waiting and grasped the back of her head and forced it down onto his cock and straight into her throat. Janice gagged hard. She had a lot of experience sucking cock, but his power and speed surprised her. Spit accumulated in the back of her throat as her eyes watered heavily. She felt his fingers digging into her hair and knew what was coming. Her entire body shuddered in excited anticipation as he began to slam her mouth up and down his length.

In seconds, Janice had his balls in her hand and was gently fondling them as he savaged her throat. The remnants of her makeup from the night before began to run and smear down her face as he fucked it with a force she’d never experienced. All she could manage was the occasional wet sounding, “Gug, gah, gug, gug.”

After only a few minutes however, she felt his body tensing. She was both relieved and disappointed at his stamina this go around. His breath caught for a second before he released a loud groan and shot a thick, heavy stream straight into her mouth. With a jerk of his hand, he yanked her head back an inch from his cockhead and released five more heavy ropes of cum across his mother’s astonished face.

No one had ever used her like this before. Her pussy was on fire, but her mind screamed at her about the shame of it all. Jon grunted one last time and fell back, the last blast hitting her in the chest and dripping down her left breast. Janice blinked rapidly for a second and bolted to her feet, “Oh no, oh god….” before running from the room and up the stairs. Jon could hear her bedroom door slam shut, and for the first time in a long time her heard the click of her lock.

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After a long hot shower, Jon stepped out of the bathroom. He glanced at his mother’s door and could see the light on underneath. Once again, he heard the distinctive buzzing of a vibrator as well as her sobbing words, “Please no, let me cum from this. I can’t fuck my son, please….please let this scratch the itch.”

Jon stepped back into his room closed his door.

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Another hour passed since he sat on his bed. He had his laptop open and was checking out the reviews for the local community college. There was a soft knocking on his door. “Come in.” he replied and looked up. His eyes went wide for a moment as he stared at his mother standing in his doorway completely still naked. Her legs were coated heavily in her juices, her hair was a mess and she looked frenzied.

After a pause, she stepped in and sat on the edge of his bed, “Jon, I uh….I’m ready to answer your questions, and then we need to really talk.” she said, never looking up. Jon was quick to ask, “So when did dad start cheating on you? Who is the bitch? What…” Janice felt a warmth inside at the loyalty and defensiveness of her son, but she stopped him with a raised hand.

“One thing at a time son.” she replied. “Your father….there is no “bitch” that he’s seeing.”

Jon sat there for a second, “So is dad running around with his friends just fucking club girls or something? What the hell happened?”

“Well, let’s just say that your dad doesn’t need a ton of practice handling balls with his bowling partner. He just really enjoys it, which is why he rushes off to do it so often.” Janice shook her head slightly and sobbed, “How does a nympho turn a man gay??” It hit Jon like a brick.

“Wait so….you two….” he stammered.

“Yes, your father realized he was gay three years ago. We’ve been hiding it from you kids and tried to keep the family together until you both moved out and started your lives. Every year has gotten harder and harder. He won’t kiss me, touch me….fuck me.” she inhaled and then slowly let it out, stilling herself. “That’s why we were at that party son. We made a deal that he can run off and play with his boy, if I could get some outside the house. It had been working for a while, but it hasn’t really done the trick the last few times…..until yesterday.”

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Lessons from Dad Pt. 02

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Dear Diary,

I cannot stop thinking about what daddy and I did a few nights ago. I can’t believe he came in my ass and fucked my pussy with my hairbrush like that. It must’ve been a really awesome dream.

But he’s been acting like everything is normal while I’m dying inside.

He’s been rejecting me, pushing me off him, going to bed early.

I need his cock and his cum. I love him so much and I need his love so badly!

Dear Diary,

I pushed a couple of extra beers at him tonight after a long day, and mom just went to bed, oblivious as usual. I slid over and straddled his lap like always, with my back to him, facing the TV. No panties or bra, just a thin short nightie like last time.

His jeans were already unzipped–I did that the moment he started to fall asleep, under the blanket, right in front of mom and ever so slowly. I slowly and gently pulled his cock out of his boxers through the slit before I mounted him. He moaned softly but didn’t wake up. I began rubbing my bare pussy against his soft dick. He was getting harder without even thinking about it.

He moaned, “Oh yes baby…” and started to slide his pants down, letting his growing erection spring free.

“Oh daddy yes! I love you so much!” I whispered so as not to wake my mother. “Please gimme your cock again daddy”.

He used one hand to guide himself into my wet pussy, the other to pull my hips against him. He began fucking me, gently pushing into me as I pushed back, both hands gripping my hips now, pulling me down against him at the same time.

He finally woke up fully and must’ve realized who he was fucking. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against his chest as he panted. “Ohhhh fuck baby girl. I’ve missed you so much!”

“Do you still love me daddy?” I asked as I held back my tears.

“Jesus yes, of course baby. Do you still love me? After what I did to you the other night?”

“Oh daddy, of course! I loved it. Will you please fuck me in the ass again tonight? I can’t stop thinking about what we did!”

He gripped me harder and breathed a sigh of relief. “OMG yes baby girl, I’ll do anything you want.”

With that, he pushed me over so my ass was in his face. I placed my hands on the ground for stability and spread myself as wide as I could. I knew he wanted to see my pussy and asshole and I gladly put them on display for his viewing pleasure. I reached between my legs and gripped him. He was as hard as a stone. I held still, so excited I could scream. As he reached for the jar of Vaseline on the side table he leaned in and licked me from clit to asshole, tongue-fucking my ass at the end and moaning into me before he slurped at it and then sucked on my pussy lips and clit ofise gelen gaziantep escort too. It was all I could do to keep from screaming.

“Do you like it daddy?” I panted.

He chuckled. “Do I like it? Jesus baby, you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. You taste better than the best cherry pie”.

With that, he shoved his whole face in between my lips and smeared my juices all over his face as he licked and slurped at me. I did my best to hold still as I arched my back and pushed my pussy against his face as he rubbed his mouth all over me, moaning into me, sticking his nose in my asshole at the same time. I gripped his rock-hard cock with one hand and practically tore the carpet up with the other.

I moaned, “Daddy daddy daddy oh god daddy yes yessss yes” over and over, trying not to lose my mind.

He began slathering the Vaseline on his hard cock, guiding my hand to keep stroking him with it, then shoving some in my ass with his index finger after sucking on it one last time. He then took my hips and started to guide me onto him, sitting me upright in the process.

“Wait daddy. I want to face you”, I said as I turned around, swung one leg over the top of his head, and began to take him into my ass. He stared at me as he guided himself in and I slowly lowered myself onto his thick hard dick. He watched every expression on my face as he encouraged me to keep going and to take my time.

When I was finally able to take all of him, he turned sideways and swung his feet up onto the couch, turning me with him and placing my feet up on either side of his head, using my weight to take my ass as deep as he could. I leaned forward and caressed his face. He sat up a bit and put his arms on top of my thighs, fully entrapping me in his grip as I wrapped my feet underneath him. He kissed me while he gripped my hips, sliding me back and forth on his cock.

I couldn’t believe how deep he was inside me as I continued to take in the tight mixture of pleasure and pain. My pussy dripped all over him. He rubbed his thumbs around in my wetness and made me taste myself. Then he gripped my hips again and started bouncing me on him like a toy, my tits making my nightie dance around me.

I nearly lost my mind.

We heard my mother stirring and we stopped momentarily. He made sure my nightie covered me appropriately, which he then reached underneath to gently play with my wet pussy while he gazed at me. We waited for her to settle down again before he started rocking his hips, pushing deep into my tight ass.

This was the first time we’d ever looked at each other while fucking. He didn’t break his gaze and whispered, “I’ve gaziantep ofise gelen bayan escort been in love with you since the moment I saw you. This is why I married your mother. I love you. I love everything about you. Can I come in your ass again baby girl?”

I couldn’t stand it. I lost control as he started bouncing me again with his thrusting and I came in my ass, digging my fingers into his chest as I did so. And he knew it because he could feel me squeezing him. He shoved his thumb against my clit and worked it as I came, kissing me passionately at the same time, whispering “Yes baby, yes. That’s my girl. Mmm-hmmmm. Keep cumming on daddy’s dick baby. Keep cumming, just like that. I love you so much you don’t even know!” I couldn’t control my legs through the intensity of it all, so he pressed his elbows down against my thighs as I kicked and bucked and bicycled beneath him, keeping me from losing my mind completely.

He told me he was my slave and would die for me. I held on tight as he watched me cum and then as I started to come back to reality, he himself lost all control. In one sudden motion he flipped me onto my back and began pounding hard and deep and fast into my pulsating ass. I wrapped my legs around him and held on for the ride.

“Yes daddy, that’s it. Cum deep in my ass daddy. I love you SO much daddy!” I did my best to whisper and not scream out like I wanted to as he slammed hard against my tight ass cheeks, panting hard into my neck. He then grabbed my ankles and pushed them above my head, spreading me wide. I wrapped my arms around my calves and held myself open for him. He pressed deep as he came, writhing his hips in a circular motion. He whispered, “Jesus Christ baby girl, baby girl baby baby baby girl, I fucking love you so much,” over and over and as he emptied his balls inside my ass, collapsing onto me before I lowered my legs and wrapped them around him again. He gripped and massaged my breast through my nightie as he panted and caught his breath.

“Oh daddy,” I moaned quietly, “thank you so much! I thought you didn’t love me anymore!”

He nuzzled me and then whispered in my ear, “Oh baby, I’ve never loved any girl as much as I love you”. I felt him softening and slipping out of me. My ass needed the break and was relieved to let him go. But I didn’t want to let go of him. He fell asleep on top of me for a while I gently stroked his back and arms.

Afterward, he kissed my neck and lips and nibbled at the top of my breasts. He sat up and spread me open again and told me to push while he watched his cum drip out of my ass, which he used his finger to spread around me as I caught my breath. Then gaziantep ofise gelen escort he began scooping it up and shoving it into my pussy. I could see him getting hard again, poking out of the top of his boxers.

He looked at me with a sly grin and asked, “How would you like to get fucked angel? I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy this time and then it’s time for bed, got it?”

I instantly started gushing and he knew it. He shoved a second finger inside me and began slowly finger fucking me. I smiled back and said, “Dealer’s choice daddy”.

He chuckled and before I could even blink, he pounced on me like a lion. He wrapped his arms around my tiny frame and gripped one shoulder for leverage as he entered me. I could feel his stiff cock getting harder and harder as he began fucking me. He quickly got harder and faster and deeper, slamming himself deep against my cervix, panting hard.

I gladly encouraged him as the pleasurable sensations spread through me like lava. He pulled my nightie down and sucked on my nipples, massaging my tits one by one.

“Yeah, you like daddy’s dick don’t you baby?” he asked looking me in the eye.

“Oh Jesus yes daddy. OMG I love it! Please don’t stop! Fill me up with your cum daddy!”

He pulled back slowly then slammed into me hard saying, “Yeah? You like my big fat dick in your little pussy?”

“Oh god YES DADDY!” I screamed in a whisper as he pulled back and hovered again. “Please give me more!”

He slammed into me again, ramming into my cervix. “Tell me, tell me you like your daddy’s dick!” He held still, just the tip inside me.

I looked him deep in the eyes and whispered, “I LOVE my daddy’s dick!” With that he slammed into me again.

“Yeah? Is it the best dick you’ve ever had angel baby?”

He knew he’d taken my virginity in both my pussy and my ass so I told him the truth, which is also what he wanted to hear.

“It’s the only dick I’ve ever had daddy and the only dick I ever want!” And then I moaned as he slid slowly and deeply into me, watching my face, and said, “I can’t live without your dick daddy…” I sucked on his bottom lip. I felt his dick quiver inside me.

He then brought his knees up tight around me, spreading me wide and pushing my legs up toward my head. He began fucking me hard and deep and furious as he whispered, “Daddy’s gone fill you up with his cum now baby, get ready!”

I encouraged him as I arched my back and wriggled my hips around, dripping my juices all over him and the blanket underneath us.

“You fucking tell me when you’re cumming baby!” he commanded. I did as I was told and dug into his chest as I came, whispering to him that it was happening. He watched my face contort with my orgasm and then finally slammed hard into me and came again too. He bit my neck and did his best not to scream as he emptied himself inside me again, gripping me with all his might.

He regained his composure then sat up and gently stroked my exhausted pussy, spreading my juices and his cum all around as he watched and gently probed my vagina with a glowing grin.

Suddenly he gave my pussy a slap and whispered, “Go to bed angel”.

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