There was a picture of Christine, too -- also about a decade younger. It was before she went health conscious -- way before she went health crazy -- and she looked so young. So happy. She was standing with the three kids hanging off her like she was a jungle gym. They were in the backyard during some barbecue. Everyone smiling so wide.James was sitting in a big, ergonomic leather chair behind a large wooden desk. His computer screen glowed bluish over everything. There was a TV on the far wall. A fish tank to the one side. Rows of bookshelves with titles like, "Winning Marketing" and "Leading the Way." He had a corner office, with two windows looking outward to the rolling ocean of parking lot. The other two walls were also glass, frosted, and James could easily make out the shadows of his co-workers walking past.In other words, there were plenty of things for him to be looking at -- some of which he was actually being paid to do -- but he kept glancing at the pictures of his kids.
James was about to speak again. He was going to make it clear that what his daughter was doing was inappropriate. Then Molly swallowed his dick and he swallowed whatever he'd wanted to say. The words were gone -- poof! -- a lot like the erection that had just disappeared into his daughter's mouth, actually.Molly did not waste time -- she started sucking with abandon. James sat back and groaned. Let his eyes float shut. Goddamn that girl was amazing.Molly grunted unhappily. James looked down. The blonde girl seemed upset about something. She reached over and grabbed his hands. She put one on her stupendous chest, the other behind her own head.God DAMN that girl was amazing."That's better," Molly said and went back to working her Daddy's dick. She dragged her tongue along the underside of the shaft, ran her lips up and back. She tasted and tickled. Stroked and teased. The room was filled with wet sloshing noises as James' baby girl milked his cock with abandon."God, baby, that feel
Another day, another far too busy service. Austin found himself not just prepping salads but also having to help out on the line. On the one hand, this was great. A sign that the restaurant was succeeding. The better the place did, the more opportunity it meant for Austin. On the other hand, he was falling asleep on his feet.One slow day -- that was all he wanted. The last time he'd had a day off, he'd ended up spending his time at dinner with Lexi. That had been a ton of fun, but also exhausting in its own way.Austin missed his family. It wasn't homesickness. Not like when he went to summer camp at age 12 and had felt oddly melancholy for a week. No this was more like when his first real girlfriend had gone away for spring break and Austin had felt empty. Like a piece of him was missing.He'd been embarrassed then, acting like a lovesick teenager. Now, in his twenties, missing his Mom and sisters the same way? Embarrassing wasn't the word for it. There was no word for pining for yo
"Hiiii Austin!" Christine said when she saw her son. She leaned over on her stool and gave him a hug. "We got these from those boys over there." She held up a half-empty glass. She pointed out where two guys were standing, obviously upset that their purchase was lubricating some other guy's girls.Austin was shocked. He'd never seen his mother drunk before. Hell, he'd never even seen her drink alcohol. Christine had made no secret of the fact that recreational drinking wasn't for her. She let her children drink, but she, herself? Never.For her to be there, glass in hand and already at least two sheets to the wind? Austin would have been less surprised if she'd been holding a polar bear in her arms, nursing it from her teats, while singing Irish folk music.Lexi raised her glass at Austin. "Mom's kind of drunk," she said."Hell yes!" Christine said. She tried to kiss Austin on the lips, but he pulled away. Too many people in this bar might know who they were."How are you?" Austin ask
Lexi raised her eyebrow at Austin as they walked. It was the look that Jane had given him earlier, the one that turned him on so much. "We're parked down here," she told him.They'd brought Lexi's little sedan. Austin loaded Christine into the backseat. Lexi handed her brother the keys. She was doing a good job of acting sober. Austin had to remind himself that his older sister wasn't in much better shape than their mom.Lexi got in the passenger seat and Austin fired up the engine. The radio came on way too loud and Austin quickly switched it off. Lexi put her hand on his thigh. It wasn't too long ago that they'd both been sitting in that car. Been half-naked in her back seat. Had said some things that they could never take back. That Austin was terrified not to take back."Lexi, you drive so Austin can fuck his mother back here," Christine said, "About time we Christened this car.""Too late, Mom," Lexi said, "Remember? I told you me and Austin already did that.""Well, it doesn't c
Austin began moving his Mom's tight ass back and forth on his cock. The urge to fuck overwhelming his instincts to stand. It was hard to do it this way. Amazing, but also a real physical challenge. Slowly, not stopping his pistoning, Austin walked them over to the slide. Gingerly, he laid his Mom down."Noooo," she groaned as they broke the connection. She lay back. Her legs splayed out. Pussy dark and dripping. Her little breasts barely off her chest."You're so amazing, Mom," Austin said."Show me," Christine said, "Show Mommy."Austin lay on top of his mother and slipped his penis back inside her. Back where it belonged. A son goes in his mother's womb, after all. Austin drew back, then began fucking his mother with abandon.It wasn't at all comfortable. The slide was too small on either side. The metal was cold. The structure creaked and groaned with every push. It didn't matter. Austin drove into his mother like she was the source of his life. Which she was."Give it to Mom," Lex
They didn't stop until Austin pulled into the driveway leading up to the house. He was so tired, he left Lexi's car there, and followed his mother and sister inside. He ended the evening passed out on the couch.*James woke up before the alarm. The day hadn't even started, but he was already apprehensive. His wife was passed out next to him. Snoring and drooling. She still had her dress on from the night before. She'd said she was going with Lexi to visit Austin at the restaurant and had come back at some ungodly hour, stinking of alcohol.James was too asleep then, and too smart now, to ask his wife what had happened. No more secrets was fine in theory -- unflinchingly, brutal honesty was asking for another thing altogether. James got out of bed and took a shower. When he got out, Christine was still asleep. They were going to be late, so he shook her shoulder slightly.The beautiful blonde woman groaned and rolled over. But she blinked her eyes open."How was last night?" James ask
Austin got into work late. Driving from home instead of the apartment took longer than he'd anticipated. He missed only about ten minutes of prep, but it was enough. Everything was off rhythm, like the drums in a band playing a quarter-beat too fast. Austin simply couldn't keep up. He tried to ignore the glares of his co-workers as he stumbled through mistake after mistake.First, he prepped the wrong order. Then he got the right one, but it was missing dressing. The one after that was over-dressed. And round and round he went.It didn't help that the whole kitchen was having a bad day. No one could cook fish right, apparently, and Chef Paul was in a particularly foul mood. Twice, food got sent back from the dining room. At the end of the evening, they all seemed like a battle-worn platoon rather than a kitchen brigade.Once everything was cleaned, Austin went out back for his smoke."God tonight sucked," he said as he puffed. Everyone except Chef Paul was back there: dishwashers, lin
"So, she sets up Guitar Hero III but lets it play in demo mode," he smiles as he continues his story."You didn't really want to play video games did you?" she asked as she pulled me down next to her on the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck. I just shook my head as her lips met mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We were kissing for a long time, when I pulled back and started unbuttoning her blouse. I glanced at the stairs, wondering if her parents will check on us."They won't come down here," she said, reading my thoughts. "I'm over eighteen and they trust me," she smiled seductively."I don't want to mess up on our first date," I told her. "So if I'm going to fast..." Before I could get the rest of the words out she shook her head and helped me undo the rest of the buttons. She pulled her blouse open and I started massaging her tits through her bra as we started kissing again. I fumbled a little with the front clasp of her bra but she helped me without breaking th
"Whew!" he gasps, breaking the kiss to take a deep breath. "You're even better than I remembered, Sara," he says, kissing my neck."What took you so long, John?" I breathe, not really expecting an answer."I don't know," he sighs. "Guilt... fear... who knows?" he says, looking at me with those deep brown eyes. "I guess I was afraid that once we got started, we'd never stop. You'd be an addiction that I couldn't or wouldn't break. I was afraid it would ruin both of our lives," he whispers."What's changed?" I ask, seriously wondering why all of a sudden, it's okay."You living here," he says. "It's a lot easier to ignore you when you're not around," he smiles. "Maybe I'm jealous of all the time you're spending with Jeremy. I don't know," he says, standing up and releasing my legs from around his back. "Should I have stayed away?" he asks."No," I shake my head. "I'm glad you're finally here but I understand the addiction issue," I smile as I sit up and scoot off the table. Pulling him
"Sounds good," he says, startling me by his proximity. I didn't hear him follow me into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, I hand him one and open the other one, taking a long swallow. I swish the beer around in my mouth, hoping it will remove any remnants of Jeremy's cum before he kisses me. If... he kisses me."So, how did you get Jeremy to overcome his shyness?" he asks, his eyes focusing on my hard nipples, emphatically embossed on the front of my tank top."Finally put my psychology degree to use," I answer, not to mention the tits you're staring at. I look at my beer bottle, tearing at the corners of the label as my eyes take in the bulge forming in his shorts. My juices are gushing into my panties as I lean back against the countertop, stretching the thin material of my tank top across my erect nipples. I'd be surprised if he couldn't smell the lustful aroma emanating from between my legs."Well," he says, clearing his throat as he shifts his gaze from my tits to
God! It's beautiful! I want to just stare at it and admire it. I love the shape of the head and the slant from the bottom to the top. I lick all around it, nibbling on the underside where the head comes together just under the opening. He's almost as big as his father but I push that from my brain as I open my mouth and guide him in."Ohhhhhh! Aunt Sara! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck!" Jeremy moans as I suck his cock into my mouth and slide my lips down the length of his shaft. It's been a while and I savor the feeling of his swollen cock sliding in and out of my mouth, imagining what it would feel like in my horny pussy. Cupping his balls with my hand, I stroke them with my fingers as I bob my head up and down and attack his hard cock with my tongue. He doesn't last long and I feel his balls constrict just before he shoots a large load of cum into my mouth."Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuucccck!" he cries as he grabs my hair and thrusts his cock into my warm mouth, spewing his salty seed onto my welcoming ton
While continuing to suck on my fully aroused nipples, I feel his hand slide up the inside of my thigh. Yes! Now we're getting to it! About halfway to my panty-covered pussy his hand stops and he pulls his mouth from my tit."We still okay?" he asks. "I'm not going too fast am I, Sara?" he asks, breathing pretty hard himself."No!" It comes out more forceful than I intend. "No, it feels nice, Jeremy," I say more quietly. He smiles as his hand continues its torturously slow journey. I have my head back against the couch and my eyes closed as my nephew sucks my tits and moves his hand within millimeters of my damp panties. When his fingers brush the damp material, I let out an audible sigh and spread my legs a little wider."That's good," I whisper. "You're doing great, Jeremy," I encourage him as he strokes my pussy lips through my cotton panties. "Try slipping your fingers in through the leg band of my panties," I instruct him as I spread my legs wider. I want to reach over and grab hi
"You let him touch your tits?" Jenny asks in amazement. "That's awesome! What are you going to do next?" she asks as she takes a bite of her quesadilla. I've accepted that my sister is going to push me to help Jeremy learn about sex."I don't know," I answer. I've been contemplating that since yesterday afternoon. "I think he's ready to date now." Jenny smiles at me across the table."Why don't you role play his date?" she says, clearly enamored with her brainstorm. "You be... what's her name?""Megan," I answer."You be Megan and let him try to get to first base with you," she says, holding her hands out palms up in a gesture of 'why not'. "You can be fully dressed and help him learn how to initiate some heavy petting," she smiles at me as she finishes her lunch. I'm sure she's expecting some resistance from me but I like her idea."Actually," I say. "That's not a bad idea," In fact, I love it. I want him touching my tits some more and my pussy is anxious for some attention, too. Thi
"You can't let him out there without any training." Jenny says between bites. "Do you remember your first time?" she asks but doesn't let me answer. "Mine was with Billy Stewart in the backseat of his dad's car. I was so fucking hot and ready for the big O, and then he grunts a couple of times and collapses on my chest. I thought what the fuck!" she laughs bitterly. "Please don't let that happen to Jeremy after all he's been through," she says and I don't tell her my first time was completely different than hers."I don't know Jenny," I say. "We're talking borderline incest here. I'm just helping him overcome his stuttering," I insist but she's not dissuaded."Seriously, Sara, you can't send him out there to blow his top as soon as he touches something wet and warm... you've got to help get him ready," she says. "Who else can do it?" she asks, taking my hand and pleading with her eyes. "Please, Sara.""I'll do what I can," I promise, my pussy excited at the prospect of teaching Jeremy
With his hand on the back of my head, he fucks his cock in and out of my mouth, slamming it against the opening to my throat. I haven't yet learned how to deep throat and I almost gag on his thick shaft. Pulling my mouth back a little, I wrap my hand around his saliva-coated cock and pump it in and out of my mouth. True to his word, his urgent build-up comes fast, flooding my mouth with huge spurts of cum that I try my best to swallow. The poignant taste of salty semen glides easily down my throat but there's too much for me and it oozes out around his cock and runs down my chin.I pull my mouth off, gasping for air as I fall back against the couch. Damn! I just sucked off my sister's husband! And he wants to fuck me! My pussy is burning with desire!"Fuck!" John says, plopping down on the couch next to me. "That was intense," he says, smiling at me. I quickly catch my breath and slide down off the couch, kissing his bare thigh as I kneel between his legs."Let's see how quickly I can
I'm ready and waiting for him Monday afternoon when school lets out. All weekend I vacillated about what I had been contemplating when I told him we were taking it to the next level. I thought about consulting Jenny but decided against it. I have to admit, I'm more than a little nervous when he knocks on the door."Hey," he says, setting down his backpack and taking a seat on the couch. "You've had me wondering all weekend," he says without a hint of stutter. I sit down next to him wearing the flower-print bikini that started all this."Well, I've been thinking," I tell him. "If you're going to start dating Megan, you could find yourself in some situations where your stuttering may come back." I pause."I've thought of that," he says quietly. "But I'm not sure what we can do about it. At some point, doesn't she just have to accept me as I am?" he asks, hoping I'll reassure him."Of course but it wouldn't hurt if you had the deck stacked in your favor when that happens," I answer. "So