Lena washed herself quickly, harshly scrubbing away the dyes and dirt and soot of the day, for the water was rapidly losing warmth. Once she finished, she emptied the water and dried herself hurriedly, muscles and bones screaming for rest. She pulled on a plain cotton shift, and crawled into bed before her legs finally abandoned her. Erich came back into the room a few minutes later, his expression careful and attentive. "Did the bath help?" he asked. Lena smiled sweetly and nodded. "It did. I really needed that today...you are so kind," Lena replied, curling up beneath the thin blanket. Erich tentatively sat down on the bed next to her. "How was your day?" Erich asked softly. Her eyes lowered in exhaustion as he slowly brought his hand to her face, and pushed away the damp hair that clung to her cheek. "It was very busy...three machines were broken. How was yours?" Lena asked. Erich smiled apologetically. "I imagine not as tiresome as yours. I know this type of work isn't wha
For the first week, Renz was certain Lena would return to him. He waited for her everyday, absolutely sure that at any moment, her pretty face would reappear. Surely she didn't mean everything she'd said. And surely she knew that he didn't mean everything he'd said. Once she calmed down and gathered her wits, his Lena would return to him. But she didn't. For the second week, Renz was furious. He spent his days constantly on edge, his face permanently etched with a harsh scowl. His rage was steady and omnipresent, boiling beneath the surface, and periodically, it would volcanically explode in the form of an aggressive verbal outburst. His servants feared him, even Otto avoided him, but Renz couldn't focus on assuaging anyone. He was just too angry. He was certain he hated Lena, and possibly even all women. He'd given Lena more of himself than he had to any other woman. And he'd thought she was beginning to give herself to him. But she'd led him on, had waited to punish him, just li
"I never said I was proud of this...this certainly isn't the type of conquest I'd boast about," Renz muttered. But then Karl surprised him with his next query. "Have you ever told her any of this?" Karl asked. Renz shook his head. That was a conversation he'd never wanted to have with her. They sat silently for several moments. Renz took a sip of water, moistening his drying throat, and he desperately wished for something stronger. But Renz had finished the last of his brandy and Scotch whiskey the night before. "You truly love her?" Karl asked finally. Renz sighed wearily. "Wholly," he answered. Karl slightly looked to the ceiling, and appeared highly pensive. "Does she love you?" Karl asked, back at full attention. Renz laughed dryly and shook his head. "She called me a savage and a rapist and left me for a servant. What do you think?" Renz asked. Karl's eyes narrowed. "I think that telling a woman that men will think she's a whore is probably the last thing you should do t
Lena felt a sharp pain in her chest as his words occupied the air between them, and she lowered her head and pursed her lips together to suppress her hurt. She heard Erich sigh, and she stared at the floor as he walked towards her. "Lena, I'm sorry—" "I never asked to be with Herr Wolfenbarger," Lena said flatly. She looked up at Erich with fixed eyes, and she saw that his anger was beginning to soften. "But you could have left him sooner. You certainly didn't have to go to Berlin," Erich said. Lena felt her face begin to turn hot. She really didn't want to talk about Renz with him. "Erich...I had nowhere else to go. I lost so much so quickly...can't you understand that?" she asked softly. Erich sighed again, and he stepped away from her. "I understand that...all that his money could buy was probably very enticing to a girl like you," Erich said bitterly. Lena gasped, not quite believing what she'd just heard him say. "What do you mean? I never had any interest in his money.
"Please let go of me...I don't want to do this with you...ever again," Lena whimpered. As she spoke the words, she wondered just how true they were anymore. As much as it shamed her to admit, Lena was completely defeated and submissive when it came to Renz. Fighting him, as it always had been, was useless. Renz's eyes bored into hers as he slowly brought his hand up her thigh, pushing up her thin shift until it bunched around her waist. Lena moaned loudly when his finger slipped with ease inside of her, slowly and steadily penetrating her. She struggled against his grip on her wrist as she felt her body shamelessly moistening. "I've forced you once before, Lena. What makes you think I wouldn't do it again?" Renz asked dangerously, slipping another finger inside of her. Lena screamed in pleasure and frustration, and she tightened her inner walls to halt the penetration. But the sensation was almost unbearable as his fingers insistently stroked against that one, especially sensitive
She watched in shy amazement as Renz arched his back, and shoved himself inside of her with shallower, quicker, harder thrusts. He really was finely athletic, and entirely male, and Lena admired how powerful his body was. Renz looked down at her, his breathing hard and ragged, and he momentarily paused his movements inside of her. Lena slightly rotated her hips, encouraging him to continue, but Renz remained motionless, buried deep inside of her. "I love you, Lena," he said softly. Lena frowned in confusion at his sudden change in behavior, and she tightened her legs around him in impatience. "Just do what you came here to do," she said, exasperated. Renz slowly pushed in and out of her, steadily building his pace again. "You are the most...beautiful woman in the world to me, Lena," Renz said, his voice slightly louder and less controlled. His hips began to slam against hers more frequently, and Lena shook her head, feebly trying to fight the bubbling in her belly. "Don't say tha
But then Lena's thoughts went to that last image she had of Renz, that split second before she'd left, immediately following her last angry words. It was an image she'd tried to forget, for she'd never before seen a person appear so hurt and broken. Lena thought that she could eventually suppress her desire for Renz. But she knew that vision of him would remain in her heart for much longer. Lena felt the air begin to drop several degrees, and she knew then that night was soon approaching. Lena sighed and decided to return back to the pub, remembering she'd promised to clean for Georg. But mostly, she hoped that Erich would be there waiting for her. ****** ****** Renz entered the pub, slightly surprised to find that it was largely empty, with the exception of two drunken patrons passed out in a corner, surrounded by towers of empty beer mugs. The pub really was crude and shoddy, with odd odors and decaying furniture, but it would have to do. Renz removed his jacket as he sat down
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large stack of bound banknotes. The eye that wasn't bruised widened, and Erich stepped towards Renz in confusion. "Here. Lena doesn't need to be living in a place like this. Contact me when you need more. She doesn't need to know," Renz said, extending the funds to Erich. Erich eyed the money warily, but then he nodded appreciatively. "You're very generous, Herr Wolfenbarger," he said. Erich extended his hand to accept the money, but the tattoo of a red spade on the inside of his wrist caught Renz's eye. He recognized the symbol instantly, and he was suddenly filled with dread and fury. He knew precisely who'd beaten Erich, and he knew that Lena was in danger. Erich cleared his throat and tried to hide the spade, but Renz advanced on him angrily. Erich retreated, attempting to put as much distance between himself and Renz as possible, but Renz was fuming dangerously. "It's not what you believe—" "You are a goddamn fool. Where is she?" R
"Oh baby, that was so nice. Why don't you feed me now?" Erica said, taking his hand in hers and lifting it to her chest.With his cock once more rock-hard, Josh reached forward and slid one finger across the upper swell of one breast, and then lifted his hand, thick rich semen dangling from his long finger. She smiled coyly and then formed her lips into an inviting 'O' again, her eyes locked on her son's as she slipped them right down over his cum-covered finger. She closed her lips tightly against the invading digit and sucked wantonly."Ohhnnn," Josh groaned, a tingling sensation shooting from his finger right down to his groin. He could feel more blood pulsing in his veins and surging to his loins as he watched his mother's mouth move up and down salaciously on his long index finger, purring like a little kitten as she lapped up his cum. He slowly pulled his finger back out, feeling her suck at it luridly, before reluctantly letting him pull it all the way out. He r
"Jesus, no wonder those girls were afraid," Erica thought, a shudder of blissful excitement tripping down her spine. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen. Jenny was right, he would have torn her right in two—and now I can't wait to get it inside me," she concluded."Well, it definitely seems like I better take care of those needs of yours right now," Erica said, her hand reaching forward as she circled her son's throbbing dick with her slender fingers. She gasped as she felt the tremendous heat of it, her hand closing around the incredible warmth, her fingertips coming nowhere close to touching the heel of her hand. "Oh my God, how big around is that?" she thought to herself. "I can't wait to feel that stretching my insides."Josh was beside himself with excitement. He couldn't believe it when his mother had said those things, and now she'd take off his underwear and had her hand on his rock-hard cock—her soft beautiful hand, her long fingers wrapped snu
"Well, with this trip, we're going to be around each other nearly all the time. Now, I know young men like you have needs that must be satisfied, and things are going to be a little more difficult with us being around each other twenty-four hours a day." Josh nodded, happy that his mother had been thinking about one of the same concerns that he'd been having. His mother continued, "So tell me, Josh, how many times a day do you take it upon yourself to satisfy those needs?"Josh's mouth gaped open, and he sat there stammering, unsure of what to say to such a blatant question."Josh, just relax. I want to make sure you're happy on this trip. Now, there's no point in beating around the bush. We both know what we're talking about here. How many times a day do you usually masturbate? Remember, we said we'd be totally honest with each other."Josh paused for a few seconds and gathered his courage, afraid of what his mot
"So, do you like them?" Erica asked again, knowing that her son had become almost mesmerized by the vision of her in the alluring baby doll and sexy shoes. "Uh...ye...yes," Josh stammered, almost having to force himself to speak as he reluctantly pulled his eyes away from her shapely legs and back to her pretty face. "They look fantastic. I'm so glad you bought them." "Thanks," Erica said as she sat down on the bed right beside him, her face beaming with happiness. "I'm glad you like them." She then whispered conspiratorially, "I bought them for you too, you know." "For me?" he asked, totally flummoxed by what she'd just said. "Yes. I've decided in the last year or so to kind of bring my wardrobe a little more up-to-date. I appreciate your opinion on these things. Your dad is kind of useless when it comes to things like that, and with you being such a handsome young man, it makes me feel good when I can wear things that you approve of." "I...I'm glad you feel that way," Josh repl
"So, what do you think of my new nightgown?" Erica reached up with both hands and fluffed her hair out, tilting her head provocatively from side to side, her honey-blonde locks falling sensually about her shoulders. Lifting her hands up like this caused her massive breasts to thrust upwards, the round heavy globes swelling against the structured satin cups of her outfit."Ohhnnn," Josh groaned instinctively, his eyes riveted on her sumptuous tits."Are you okay, sweetie?""Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just something got caught in my throat," Josh replied, feeling himself turning red in embarrassment. He couldn't believe how sexy his mother looked. He'd noticed with delight how her wardrobe had changed recently, but he never expected anything like this, especially when she knew they were going to be sharing motel rooms together. The outfit was amazing, and cock-hardeningly sexy. The molded satin triangles cupping her large
"Well, I guess this room doesn't look too bad," Josh said as he put their suitcases down. They'd taken turns driving until the early evening before finally seeking out a motel, both of them feeling cramped and sore from being in the car for so long. Erica wanted to stop, before they got tired and cranky. They'd found a place shortly after they'd stopped for dinner. This was all part of their somewhat spontaneous approach to this whole trip—booking nothing in advance and just finding places to stay along the way. Erica had told Josh it would be more exciting that way, and he'd agreed. This first place they were going to call home for the night was called 'The Dew Drop Inn', and it had made them both smile when they saw the sign. He'd waited by the car while his mother went into the office. "Can I help you?" the older woman asked Erica as she approached the counter. "Yes, I'd like a room for the night?" "Okay, what would you like? One bed, two beds? We're not too busy and you can hav
He kept looking to the side as his mother rummaged around in her purse, his eyes immediately going to her voluptuous tits, the taut seat belt causing them to strain teasingly against the white fabric of her top. "Ah, there it is," she said, pulling a tube of lipstick out of her purse. She flipped down the sun visor and slid open the cover to the little mirror on the back of it. Josh watched, totally enthralled, as she slowly applied the lipstick, running the waxy tube in a teasing circle all around her perfect lips. She pursed her lips at the mirror in a kissing motion, and then turned to him, puckering up for him as well. "I meant to put this on before we left. I want you to think I look nice for this trip. Do you like it, Josh?" Again, she kind of pursed her lips, tilting her head coquettishly as she looked at him. When he turned to look at her, she ran the tip of her tongue out, running it wetly over her red lips until they glistened. "It looks great," Josh replied, his cock givin
TITLE: My Mom & IIntroduction: Busty mom and well-hung son go on a cross country road trip.Hi Guys,This story describes the adventures of a busty mom and her well-hung son, both of them blessed with incredible sexual endurance. If that's not your cup of tea, please look elsewhere—I wouldn't want to disappoint you.Please note: This story contains a lot of erotic scenes. Readers discretion is advised.Enjoy....*********"Are you sure you guys are going to be okay?" Hal Preston asked his wife and son."Hal, relax. We'll be fine," Erica replied. She turned and looked at her young son, who was pushing one final box into the back of their SUV. "Besides, I'm in good hands. Right, Josh?"Josh looked over at his mother, the mischievous gleam in her beautiful blue eyes sending an electric jolt right to his sizable prick. She'd had that look in her eye a lot lately, and he had no idea what to make of it, but it got to him every time. Shrugging it off as something he'd have to try and figure
Carlisle suddenly roughly pushed her further into the bed by her shoulders as he arched his back, his thrusts becoming imprecise and near desperate. There was a fierce frown on his handsome face that almost suggested great pain, and Emelie met his thrusts to the best of her limited ability.His fingertips forcefully manipulated her clit, and the vibrations on her skin quickly turned into sharp eddies of sensation. Before Emelie could fully process, she felt that explosive sensation within her again, blinding and paralyzing her with pleasure, as her body experienced orgasm for the second time under Carlisle's touch.She screamed and wept and the delight overcame her body, far more forceful than her first climax. And almost as if a chain reaction, something within Carlisle began to rupture. With a final, demanding push, his cock surged within her to the hilt, and he shouted and howled above her as he experienced his own pleasure. He growled and cursed loudly, an animalistic roar, before