an>From the time her breasts first budded from her body, I imagined how they would look, how they would feel.  I imagined kissing the small birth mark right between her two breasts, then kissing one breast, and then the other. I imagined that I would kiss down her flat stomach to the treasure below.

When I would feel the urge, I would lock myself in my room and imagine my sister at my side, her firm body beside me, her hands helping me release the tension that had been building through the day.  At other times, usually right afterward, I would reflect on the fact that she was my sister.  I could not help the feeling that there was something abnormal, something wrong with me for having erotic thoughts about my sister.  But she was, well, just so damn sexy. And after all, they were just imaginings.

When Nan was 16, and shaped into full womanhood, my parents left for several days to attend a trade show.  They owned a store in town, and occasionally traveled to weekend shows, leaving Nan and me alone together. Usually, we saw very little of each other.  I went to parties, she went to her friends. But this trade show was in Las Vegas, and my parents decided to stay a couple extra days and enjoy the town. They left Nan and me with specific instructions. I was to keep the house clean, feed the dog, take out the trash, and all of that boring household stuff.  Nan was supposed to help.  Instead, she decided to run off to see her new boyfriend.

“You’re not supposed to use the car,” I reminded her.

“Get over it,” she retorted. “I’ll fill up the tank and wipe off the fingerprints.”

“I don’t like this guy you are dating.” I told her. “He’s not worth it.”

“Get over it again,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What, are you jealous or something?” she asked, grabbing the keys from the wall and heading towards the garage.

I was jealous, but I could not admit it. I didn’t believe that she had slept with her new boyfriend yet, but if he had his way all that would change soon. I didn’t want to think of anyone touching her young body, her standing naked and helpless as they spread her smooth legs and…well, I didn’t want to think of it.

After I heard the car pull out of the driveway, I called a couple of my friends. No one was home, so I took a quick shower, popped in one of my parents’ hidden porno movies, and tried to think of other women, more mature, more experienced. As I stroked my cock, however, my mind kept wandering back to the trim figure of my brown haired little sister. How I wished that were her body I was about to cum to.

Without warning, I heard the car pull into the driveway. I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around me with one hand, fumbling with the video in the other hand. Just in time, I hid the video between Armageddon and Brigadoon, and tied my robe. My sister walked in the door, slamming it behind her. She was crying.

“I am in so much trouble,” she said, glancing at where my still hard cock was searching for an opening beneath my robe.

“What happened?” I asked, trying to be casual.

“I scratched the car!  Mom and Dad are going to kill me.”

“Don’t panic,” I said scanning her body. I could see her nipples growing beneath her spaghetti strap shirt.  “Tell me what happened.”

“I stopped on my way to get some chips. I backed out of the lot at the store and scraped a post.  I am so dead. What am I going to do?”

“Let me think. I don’t suppose we could have it fixed?”

“With what, you moron?” she asked. “Have you got any money? We need a better plan.”

“We need a better plan? You’re the one who took the car. You need a plan.” Actually, a plan had been forming in my mind since I saw her  nipples begin to play hide and seek with my cock. It was a risky plan, I admit, but I had nothing to lose.

“Damn! What am I going to do?”

“Well, there is one option.”

“What?  Tell me,” she said, crossing the room toward me.

“I could take the rap for it. I could tell mom and dad that I went out to get some groceries and wrecked the car.”

“You would do that for me?” A lovely smile crossed her face.

“I would. For a price. I want something in return.”

“Anything. Name it. God, I can’t believe you’re going to do this for me.”

“Okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. I was afraid to ask, I admit. But in the back of my mind all of my years of desire pushed the words from my mouth. This was my best shot. “I’ll take the rap for you if you have sex with me.”

Nan stopped short “What? You fucking slime! You’re a pervert!”

She stormed past me and into the kitchen. I followed. “Look,” I said, “you’re asking me to take a serious fall. I want something in return.”

“I thought you would ask me to do your chores or something. God! You’re a fucking pervert.” Nan was screaming, a look of disgust on her face.

“Maybe. But I can’t help how I feel. It’s up to you.”

Nan stormed up the stairs without looking back. “Fucking pervert,” she said as she slammed her bedroom door.

I sat brooding for a while. Everything had backfired. My hope had been that Nan would be reluctant, but would go along with the whole thing. I had seriously misjudged her. The sun was setting, and casting a glare on the TV, so I dropped the blinds and watched television in the dark.

I was nearly asleep from boredom when my eyes opened to see Nan standing in the archway of the living room.

“I’ve been thinking this over,” she said. “I don’t like it. I don’t think it’s fair. But it’s better than mom and dad taking my license.” She moved into the dim light cast by the television. She was not wearing any clothes.

Her body was even more beautiful than I had imagined. She was perfect, a goddess. My cock became erect almost instantly. I stared at her as she stood before me.

“This is a one time thing, right?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, noncommittally.

“This is not how I imagined losing my virginity,” she whispered. “But I have no choice, I guess.  Tell me, what do you want me to do?”

I motioned for her to sit down next to me on the sofa. She untied my robe and opened it to reveal my hard member. “You are very big,” she said.

“How would you know?” I asked.

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t seen one before,” she said. “After all, I may be a virgin, but I’m not a prude.”

“Show me what you have done before,” I ordered. Without a word, Nan lowered her head onto my throbbing cock, one hand on my balls, massaging gently, the other on my chest. She began slowly, her mouth gently taking in the strange task she had begun.  Soon, however, she seemed to forget that we were brother and sister.  Her mouth began to move up and down my shaft with conviction.  As she took my cock fully in her mouth, I stroked her back with one hand, and her hair with the other.

Her mouth felt incredible on my cock, and I nearly exploded as she squeezed my balls with her hands.  Stopping her, I laid her on the coffee table and pushed her legs apart. She looked into my eyes, which were filled with a mixture of fear, anger, and desire. I knew that she had tried desperately to make me cum, trying to end the incident without sacrificing her virginity to me. I was not going to fall for it. I dropped to my knees and kissed the inside of her thighs.  I could hear her moan between deep breaths as my mouth moved closer to her virgin mound. I could tell she was aroused—she was wet and ready for me.  My mouth moved ever closer, and her moaning got louder. As my tongue got the first taste of my sister’s pussy, she let out a squeal. I wrapped my arms around her legs and forced her closer to my mouth. My tongue began to run the length of her tight pussy, probing a bit inside and tasting her virgin sweetness.

Nan moaned and twisted her body as my tongue began licking her wet clit. Glancing up, I could see her nipples were hard as rocks, and her face was contorted in painful pleasure. My tongue began to move faster over her pussy. I pushed my head against her, increasing the pressure. Nan moaned a deep moan. It was no longer the uncommitted moan of a young girl who was tricked into screwing her brother. It was the moan of a young woman who was fully ready to be taken and owned by a man who desired her.

As my tongue licked faster, Nan’s breathing increased. “My God,” she cried “I’m gonna cum.”  She pushed my head into her pussy, which was dripping wet and steaming hot. “God, I don’t believe—“

Her sentence was cut off as she let out a deep moan. I felt her body shake as she came. I continued to lick and suck her clit as she squirmed in my arms, crying with pleasure. She tried to move, but I restrained her.

“No,” I said firmly. “I’m not done yet. I’m going to keep licking you until you beg me to fuck you.”

“You’ll be licking me a long time,” she replied angrily as my face descended onto her wet pussy once again.  She moaned and cried at the same time, but it did not take long for her to shudder again in a violent orgasm that nearly broke the coffee table.

“Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me!” she screamed as I continued to lick her pussy right through the second orgasm. At first, I put her on her hands and knees, but changed my mind.

“Turn over,” I told her. “I want to see your face when I enter you.”

“You would,” she said, lying on her back on the floor. I grabbed her legs behind the knees and pushed her legs violently apart. I looked her right in the eyes as I descended upon her. My cock was throbbing and hard as I probed the entrance to her virgin canal. Then, with a powerful thrust, I bore my weight down upon her and entered her.

Nan gasped. I felt all resistance fade as my cock ripped her hymen and drilled inside her. I released her legs, which almost instantly wrapped around me.  My hands found her breasts as I fucked her. I did not start slowly or softly. I fucked her hard and fast and looked into her eyes.

Her eyes were staring back into mine. Her mouth was slightly open and she was moaning with every thrust. I could feel her intensely tight pussy surrounding my cock, squeezing it.

“You feel incredible,” she whispered, and I felt her tense into yet another orgasm. Her already tight pussy squeezed harder and I nearly came right then. I pulled out, and ordered her on her hands and knees. I entered her from behind, and grabbed a handful of her hair as I began to slam into her from behind. Her head tilted back, and in the dim light I could just make out her breasts moving with the rhythm of my increasingly hard thrusts. My balls banged against her clit every time I slammed into her, and I could hear her begging for more under her breath.

I did not want it to end, but my cock was swollen and throbbing. I could hardly hold back as I swung her face around to meet my willing cock.

“I’ll do it this way if you want,” she said, taking my cock in her hand and gently stroking me, “but you can cum inside me if you want to. I’ve been on the pill for a year.”

“I’ll give you a break and leave it up to you,” I said. “You decide.”

Without a word, Nan pushed me back onto the carpet. I watched her stand above me, straddling my body. I watched as she impaled herself on my throbbing cock and began moving up and down on my shaft.  I pulled her close to me, and lifted my head to her hard nipples. I bit and sucked one, then the other, as she moaned and taunted me. “Cum inside me, if you can,” she whispered. “I want to feel it.”

Less than a minute later, I could feel the pressure building. I moaned deep and my breathing changed.  “Oh yes,” Nan said. “That’s it. Cum for me, big brother.  Do it.”

She kept a steady rhythm as her hips drove down onto me, pushing my cock deep inside her. With a load moan, I came hard inside her. Without changing rhythm or stride, Nan kept moving up and down “Oh, yes” she said “that is wonderful. You sure are coming a lot.”

When I finished, Nan kissed me on the cheek and stood up. “Well,” she said “was it everything you expected it to be?”

“More,” I said weakly.

“Get over it,” she said smiling. “It was a one time thing. I fulfilled my part of the bargain. Now you fulfill yours.”  With that, Nan turned and marched defiantly up the stairs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sts first budded from her body, I imagined how they would look, how they would feel.   I imagined kissing the small birth mark right between her two breasts, then kissing one breast, and then the other. I imagined that I would kiss down her flat stomach to the treasure below.

 

When I would feel the urge, I would lock myself in my room and imagine my sister at my side, her firm body beside me, her hands helping me release the tension that had been building through the day.   At other times, usually right afterward, I would reflect on the fact that she was my sister.   I could not help the feeling that there was something abnormal, something wrong with me for having erotic thoughts about my sister.   But she was, well, just so damn sexy. And after all, they were just imaginings.

 

When Nan was 16, and shaped into full womanhood, my parents left for several days to attend a trade show.   They owned a store in town, and occasionally traveled to weekend shows, leaving Trudy and me alone together. Usually, we saw very little of each other.   I went to parties, she went to her friends. But this trade show was in Las Vegas , and my parents decided to stay a couple extra days and enjoy the town. They left Nan and me with specific instructions. I was to keep the house clean, feed the dog, take out the trash, and all of that boring household stuff.   Trudy was supposed to help.   Instead, she decided to run off to see her new boyfriend.

 

“You’re not supposed to use the car,” I reminded her.

“Get over it,” she retorted. “I’ll fill up the tank and wipe off the fingerprints.”

“I don’t like this guy you are dating.” I told her. “He’s not worth it.”

“Get over it again,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What, are you jealous or something?” she asked, grabbing the keys from the wall and heading towards the garage.

I was jealous, but I could not admit it. I didn’t believe that she had slept with her new boyfriend yet, but if he had his way all that would change soon. I didn’t want to think of anyone touching her young body, her standing naked and helpless as they spread her smooth legs and…well, I didn’t want to think of it.

After I heard the car pull out of the driveway, I called a couple of my friends. No one was home, so I took a quick shower, popped in one of my parents’ hidden porno movies, and tried to think of other women, more mature, more experienced. As I stroked my cock, however, my mind kept wandering back to the trim figure of my brown haired little sister. How I wished that were her body I was about to cum to.

Without warning, I heard the car pull into the driveway. I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around me with one hand, fumbling with the video in the other hand. Just in time, I hid the video between Armageddon and Brigadoon, and tied my robe. My sister walked in the door, slamming it behind her. She was crying.

I am in so much trouble,” she said, glancing at where my still hard cock was searching for an opening beneath my robe.

“What happened?” I asked, trying to be casual.

“I scratched the car!   Mom and Dad are going to kill me.”

“Don’t panic,” I said scanning her body. I could see her nipples growing beneath her spaghetti strap shirt.   “Tell me what happened.”

“I stopped on my way to get some chips. I backed out of the lot at the store and scraped a post.   I am so dead. What am I going to do?”

“Let me think. I don’t suppose we could have it fixed?”

“With what, you moron?” she asked. “Have you got any money? We need a better plan.”

“We need a better plan? You’re the one who took the car. You need a plan.” Actually, a plan had been forming in my mind since I saw her   nipples began to play hide and seek with my cock. It was a risky plan, I admit, but I had nothing to lose.

Damn! What am I going to do?”

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“Well, there is one option.”

“What?   Tell me,” she said, crossing the room toward me.

“I could take the rap for it. I could tell mom and dad that I went out to get some groceries and wrecked the car.”

“You would do that for me?” A lovely smile crossed her face.

“I would. For a price. I want something in return.”

“Anything. Name it. God, I can’t believe you’re going to do this for me.”

“Okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. I was afraid to ask, I admit. But in the back of my mind all of my years of desire pushed the words from my mouth. This was my best shot. “I’ll take the rap for you if you have sex with me.”

Nan stopped short “What? You fucking slime! You’re a pervert!”

She stormed past me and into the kitchen. I followed. “Look,” I said, “you’re asking me to take a serious fall. I want something in return.”

“I thought you would ask me to do your chores or something. God! You’re a fucking pervert.” Nan was screaming, a look of disgust on her face.

“Maybe. But I can’t help how I feel. It’s up to you.”

Nan stormed up the stairs without looking back. “Fucking pervert,” she said as she slammed her bedroom door.

I sat brooding for a while. Everything had backfired. My hope had been that Nan would be reluctant, but would go along with the whole thing. I had seriously misjudged her. The sun was setting, and casting a glare on the TV, so I dropped the blinds and watched television in the dark.

I was nearly asleep from boredom when my eyes opened to see Nan standing in the archway of the living room.

“I’ve been thinking this over,” she said. “I don’t like it. I don’t think it’s fair. But it’s better than mom and dad taking my license.” She moved into the dim light cast by the television. She was not wearing any clothes.

Her body was even more beautiful than I had imagined. She was perfect, a goddess. My cock became erect almost instantly. I stared at her as she stood before me.

“This is a one time thing, right?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, noncommittally.

“This is not how I imagined losing my virginity,” she whispered. “But I have no choice, I guess.   Tell me, what do you want me to do?”

I motioned for her to sit down next to me on the sofa. She untied my robe and opened it to reveal my hard member. “You are very big,” she said.

“How would you know?” I asked.

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t seen one before,” she said. “After all, I may be a virgin, but I’m not a prude.”

“Show me what you have done before,” I ordered. Without a word, Nan lowered her head onto my throbbing cock, one hand on my balls, massaging gently, the other on my chest. She began slowly, her mouth gently taking in the strange task she had begun.   Soon, however, she seemed to forget that we were brother and sister.   Her mouth began to move up and down my shaft with conviction.   As she took my cock fully in her mouth, I stroked her back with one hand, and her hair with the other.

Her mouth felt incredible on my cock, and I nearly exploded as she squeezed my balls with her hands.   Stopping her, I laid her on the coffee table and pushed her legs apart. She looked into my eyes, which were filled with a mixture of fear, anger, and desire. I knew that she had tried desperately to make me cum, trying to end the incident without sacrificing her virginity to me. I was not going to fall for it. I dropped to my knees and kissed the inside of her thighs.   I could hear her moan between deep breaths as my mouth moved closer to her virgin mound. I could tell she was aroused—she was wet and ready for me.   My mouth moved ever closer, and her moaning got louder. As my tongue got the first taste of my sister’s pussy, she let out a squeal. I wrapped my arms around her legs and forced her closer to my mouth. My tongue began to run the length of her tight pussy, probing a bit inside and tasting her virgin sweetness.

Trudy moaned and twisted her body as my tongue began licking her wet clit. Glancing up, I could see her nipples were hard as rocks, and her face was contorted in painful pleasure. My tongue began to move faster over her pussy. I pushed my head against her, increasing the pressure. Nan moaned a deep moan. It was no longer the uncommitted moan of a young girl who was tricked into screwing her brother. It was the moan of a young woman who was fully ready to be taken and owned by a man who desired her.

As my tongue licked faster, Nan ’s breathing increased. “My God,” she cried “I’m gonna cum.”   She pushed my head into her pussy, which was dripping wet and steaming hot. “God, I don’t believe—“

Her sentence was cut off as she let out a deep moan. I felt her body shake as she came. I continued to lick and suck her clit as she squirmed in my arms, crying with pleasure. She tried to move, but I restrained her.

“No,” I said firmly. “I’m not done yet. I’m going to keep licking you until you beg me to fuck you.”

“You’ll be licking me a long time,” she replied angrily as my face descended onto her wet pussy once again.   She moaned and cried at the same time, but it did not take long for her to shudder again in a violent orgasm that nearly broke the coffee table.

“Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me!” she screamed as I continued to lick her pussy right through the second orgasm. At first, I put her on her hands and knees, but changed my mind.

“Turn over,” I told her. “I want to see your face when I enter you.”

“You would,” she said, lying on her back on the floor. I grabbed her legs behind the knees and pushed her legs violently apart. I looked her right in the eyes as I descended upon her. My cock was throbbing and hard as I probed the entrance to her virgin canal. Then, with a powerful thrust, I bore my weight down upon her and entered her.

Nan gasped. I felt all resistance fade as my cock ripped her hymen and drilled inside her. I released her legs, which almost instantly wrapped around me.   My hands found her breasts as I fucked her. I did not start slowly or softly. I fucked her hard and fast and looked into her eyes.

Her eyes were staring back into mine. Her mouth was slightly open and she was moaning with every thrust. I could feel her intensely tight pussy surrounding my cock, squeezing it.

“You feel incredible,” she whispered, and I felt her tense into yet another orgasm. Her already tight pussy squeezed harder and I nearly came right then. I pulled out, and ordered her on her hands and knees. I entered her from behind, and grabbed a handful of her hair as I began to slam into her from behind. Her head tilted back, and in the dim light I could just make out her breasts moving with the rhythm of my increasingly hard thrusts. My balls banged against her clit every time I slammed into her, and I could hear her begging for more under her breath.

I did not want it to end, but my cock was swollen and throbbing. I could hardly hold back as I swung her face around to meet my willing cock.

“I’ll do it this way if you want,” she said, taking my cock in her hand and gently stroking me, “but you can cum inside me if you want to. I’ve been on the pill for a year.”

“I’ll give you a break and leave it up to you,” I said. “You decide.”

Without a word, Nan pushed me back onto the carpet. I watched her stand above me, straddling my body. I watched as she impaled herself on my throbbing cock and began moving up and down on my shaft.   I pulled her close to me, and lifted my head to her hard nipples. I bit and sucked one, then the other, as she moaned and taunted me. “Cum inside me, if you can,” she whispered. “I want to feel it.”

Less than a minute later, I could feel the pressure building. I moaned deep and my breathing changed.   “Oh yes,” Nan said. “That’s it. Cum for me, big brother.   Do it.”

She kept a steady rhythm as her hips drove down onto me, pushing my cock deep inside her. With a load moan, I came hard inside her. Without changing rhythm or stride, Nan kept moving up and down “Oh, yes” she said “that is wonderful. You sure are coming a lot.”

When I finished, Nan kissed me on the cheek and stood up. “Well,” she said “was it everything you expected it to be?”

“More,” I said weakly.

“Get over it,” she said smiling. “It was a one time thing. I fulfilled my part of the bargain. Now you fulfill yours.”   With that, Nan turned and marched defiantly up the stairs.

her. It seemed so easy.

 

Sascha and I got a small apartment together so that we could support each others studies. Truth be told, we studied less when we lived together than before. She was just irresistible.   I would start to study, then think of her sitting there in her lingerie. I simply could not resist.   I had to have her.   She never refused.

 

Sascha and I decided to spend our first thanksgiving together at her mother’s. I was a bit frightened, since every other time I had met my girlfriends’ parents, things had deteriorated. It was always the same.   They hated me, or I hated them. They told stories I was not ready to hear. They sabotaged everything.   It was always the same.   Yet Sascha insisted that this time would be different.   She told me that her mother was a kind, loving woman.  

 

Sascha was right. It was very different. And her mother was very loving.

 

When I met Sascha’s mother Sara, I was stunned.   She was an exact replica of Sascha in every way—with one exception.   Sara was a little heavier around the middle.   Still, she looked fantastic. I was amazed that she remained unmarried after her divorce. There must be something I did not know.

 

Sara was quick to invite me in. She hugged me close, and pressed her large breasts against my body. She gently but firmly pressed my head into her cleavage, which was visible and calling in her youthful outfit.   The Sara lifted my head and kissed me.   On the lips.   I was shocked, but I nearly passed out when I felt Sara’s tongue on my lips.   Surely Sascha had seen, but she made no comment.

 

Sara showed us up the stairs “I figured you two would want to share a room, so I put the beds together for you.” She led us into Sascha’s old room, where two twin beds had been placed together.

 

We spent the rest of the day nibbling on dinner and talking. Sara was a fantastic hostess, and a great conversationalist. Sascha and I turned in rather early, since Sascha wanted to spend the next day visiting some old friends.   I was in the mood, and urged Sascha to give me a blow job before we nodded off.   For the first time ever, she refused.

 

“I am too tired,” she said. “But I promise to make it up to you tomorrow.”   It was a promise I could live with.

 

The next morning, we ate a big breakfast, skillfully prepared by Sara, who rose early and stood in the kitchen in a thin satin robe that barely covered her hips. Her hair was still wet from her shower, and hung nearly to her waist.   It was an incredible sight. Sascha, too, came to breakfast in a short robe, which showed off her figure brilliantly.   The two women there, goddess each one, made my cock rise involuntarily. It was a beautiful sight.

 

After breakfast, Sascha dressed and got ready to visit her friends.   She asked if I wanted to come. “It would feel awkward,” I said.   “I don’t know any of them.”

 

“Just as well. Keep mom company, will you?”

 

“I promise,” I said smiling.   Sascha smiled back, winked, and headed out the door.

 

I turned and looked around for Sascha’s mother.   I heard her in the kitchen, so I went in to offer help.

 

“Can I help you with that?” I asked, as Sara stood in her short robe doing dishes.

 

“If you would. I can always use the help,” she replied, smiling and moving a step to the left.   “Do you want to wash or dry?”

 

“You’re already wet,” I said, noticing the splashes of water that soaked the front of her robe, and made them cling heavily to her full breasts.   Her nipples were hard through the thin fabric.

 

“Very wet,” Sara replied, glancing down at her robe and beyond.

 

I dried as Sara washed, and we had the dishes done in a few minutes.   “If you don’t mind,” she said, “there are some other things I could use help with.”

 

“Anything you like,” I said, quite innocently. “I’m glad to help.”

 

Sara led me upstairs. As she climbed the stairs in front of me, I noticed that she was wearing no panties. As she lifted each leg to the next stair, I could see her tight ass, and even catch a fleeting glimpse of her snatch. It was shaved completely bare.   Sara led me   into her room.   I noticed a large king side bed, posted, and with lace curtains all around, with an equally lovely lace canopy atop.   The room was cluttered with a few unmentionables littering the floor, and Sara seemed quite embarrassed.  

 

“Let me clean these up real fast,” she said, bending down and slowly reaching for the garments.   Her legs were slightly spread as she bent, and I could see her tight ass clearly.   I also got a good look at her snatch. It was lovely, as lovely as her daughter’s.   Her daughter.   Sascha.   I had nearly forgotten about her.   I was so taken in the moment, feeling my cock swell in my pants as this lovely woman gave me a free show. I snapped out of it for a moment.   I felt revolted, guilty.   If Sascha knew—she could never know.  

 

Sara finished picking up the clothes, and when she rose, the satin belt of her robe had come undone.   Whether or not it was accidental, I could not tell. All that I did know was that Sascha’s mother was standing facing me with her robe open, a goddess of a figure, showing me everything.   She did not seem a bit embarrassed.   I did.

 

“What is wrong?” she asked.

 

“I-well,” and I could get no further.

 

“Do you still want to help me?”

 

I nodded, still staring.

 

“Good,” Sara said, crossing the room to the bed.   Her body was now no more than a foot and a half from me. It was well sculpted, and I could not deny that I wanted it. I tried to think of Sascha.

 

Sara said “there is something under the bed that I need help with. Let me see,” and she dropped on her hands and knees and peered under the bed. The bottom of the robe hit the small of her back, and as Sara’s head peered under the bed, her ass was visible.   Her legs were spread wide enough for me to see the folds of her wonderful shaved pussy.   That was enough.

 

I bent down just beside her, and put my hand on the small of her back.   Sara purred as my finger slowly moved up her spine beneath her robe.   Then, I slowly moved my finger down her body.   “You are very beautiful” I stammered as my finger moved down her body to her shaved pussy, which became went almost instantly.

 

“You know,” she said, slowly getting up, “I have been rather tense lately.   Perhaps you can help me relax.”   She let the robe drop from her shoulders. “Of course, I’ll do something nice for you in return.”

 

With that, she drew the curtains all around the bed, and lay face down with her legs slightly spread.   I joined her in bed, still in my clothes, and straddled her body. I began to rub her shoulders and neck.   Sara moaned. I worked my hands down her back, then I cupped her ass in my hands and massaged firmly.   Sara let out a squeal, and pushed her hips up toward me.   One hand moved slowly to her pussy, which glistened in the dim light that peeked through the lace curtains.   My finger found her clit, ready and waiting.   Gently, I rubbed it.   Sara groaned deeply.   I pushed on the small of her back while I pushed a finger of the other hand into her sopping wet snatch.   She ground her hips into me.

 

I slid in another finger.   Sara gasped and whispered my name.   She lifted her hips off the bed, and I slid behind her and forced my tongue between her legs.   I lay on my back, and Sara lowered herself onto my face.   I grabbed her hips as my tongue went wild on her pussy.   She tasted like honey, better than Sascha.   Sara’s breathing shallowed, and she lifted herself off of me.   With great adeptness, Sara removed my clothes. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock, and Sara wasted no time in taking my cock into her hands.

 

She stroked me slowly, smiling. She took each nipple into her mouth in turn as her hand slowly worked my hard cock.   Then Sara lowered her head and took my entire cock deep into her mouth.   Her tongue ran over my shaft as her head bobbed in long, steady rhythm.   I let out a deep moan as my cock seemed to swell.   This was incredible.

 

Sara paused, took me deep inside her throat once more, then lay back on the bed.   With no coaxing, I parted her legs and pressed my face against her soaking wet mound.   I placed one hand on her stomach while the other hand teased the lips of her pussy.   Sara squirmed a bit beneath the pressure of my hand, and it prompted me to press my face more firmly against her body.   She let out a   squealing moan as I inserted two fingers inside of her.

 

As my fingers bent and twisted inside of my girlfriend’s mom, I could feel Sara gasp.   She began muttering as my tongue moved faster over her clit.   I pressed hard on her stomach to keep her where I wanted her.   Sara let out a deep moan, and I felt her cum gush onto my face.   My tongue went wild on her pussy, licking up the hot liquid.   This prompted another deep moan and yet another orgasm from Sara.

 

I could wait no longer.   I pushed Sara’s legs apart with force, and looked deep into her eyes as I slid my cock effortlessly inside of her.   I could see a tear forming in the corner of her eye as I buried my cock in her.   Without mercy, I began banging her.   Her head bumped the head of the bed, but I was relentless.   Sara moaned, her hands moving over my body as I pounded her progressively harder and faster.

 

I could feel my cock tingling as I came close to shooting my load inside of this lovely woman.   I stopped and ordered Sara on her hands and knees.   She obeyed silently, and as I slid my cock into her from behind, she shuddered.   I felt her pussy squeeze my cock as I began to pound her from behind.   Within minutes, Sara erupted into another orgasm.   She let out a scream as I pounded her from behind, by balls slamming into her clit.   I could hold out no longer.   As Sara’s scream was coming to an end, I let out a long deep moan as my cock erupted and spilled huge amounts of cum deep inside of her.   I had never cum so much in my life, before or since.   Sara squeezed her pussy and milked my cock dry.

 

Sara held me for a while in bed. “You were wonderful,” she said.   I did not respond, the guilt of what I had done welling up inside.   I kept thinking over and over that I had fucked my girlfriend’s mom.   I broke away and put on my clothes.   Sara followed soon afterward, and we met downstairs.

 

Sascha returned in time for lunch.   Sara made sanwhiches and we sat and talked at the table, Sara shooting glances at me from time to time.   “So, did you to get to know each other?” Sascha asked.

 

“Very well,” I said before Sara could speak. I was afraid that she might reveal our secret.

 

“Great,” said Sascha.   “I was thinking of meeting my friends again tomorrow.   Would that be a problem?”

 

“Not at all,” I said.   “Afterall, this is vacation.”   Sara and Sascha smiled at me in unison, and both lovely ladies winked at me across the table.