"Take a deep breath for me, Lena," Karl said. Lena nodded and inhaled slowly, filling her lungs to their capacity. The metal disc of the stethoscope was cold against her back, but Lena tried not to complain. In truth, she was very grateful that Karl had been caring for her. "Now exhale very quickly...almost like you're trying to cough," Karl said. Lena rapidly released the air, and her body shook with faint coughs once her lungs were nearly emptied. Karl removed his earpieces and wrapped his instrument around his neck. Lena pulled down her pale blue lace dressing gown, one of the many fine, unworn pieces that had been purchased for her in Berlin. "Am I getting healthier?" Lena asked. Karl gave her a quick smile. "Your lungs are healing quite nicely. Another few days and I don't think you'll need me anymore. But you need to continue to rest for now," Karl encouraged. Lena sighed and slid back beneath the covers. Resting in the beautiful suite of Schloss Wolfenbarger was all she'
The top floor was a floor that Erich had never taken her to, and Lena was especially curious about what she would find. There were fewer rooms in the wide hall, and a single ornate Oriental-looking rug led to two very large twin doors at the hall's end. Otto, seemingly highly familiar with this section of the estate, energetically trotted forward and began scratching at the door. Lena followed him, and turned the handle, and she knew instantly that she'd found Renz's master suite.True to everything she knew about Renz, his suite was exceptionally large and powerful looking. She could see elements of his personality in every aspect of the masculine design, from the classically nostalgic paintings that hung on the walls to the strong, carved pieces of dark wooden furniture.She thought briefly about her first real encounter with Renz, before she'd met him, when she'd been decorating his guest suite at Sterling Manor with Marie. Lena realized with slight amusement just how ill suited th
"Ava...my apologies for the unceremonious circumstances of my visit," Renz began. Ava continued to stare at him, her pale eyes hard and unblinking. "I care very little about ceremony, Herr Wolfenbarger. Especially given the circumstance. Can you or can you not tell me where my husband is?" she said. Renz took several deep breaths, delaying what he knew would be an unpleasant conversation. There was simply no easy way he could inform Ava that he'd killed her husband. Renz also felt sorry for Ava, for her tiredness and apparent distress truly betrayed how pretty she really was. She was a far cry from the fashionable debutante he'd briefly met many years prior. It appeared that being married to his younger brother had aged her quite ungracefully. "Your husband is dead, Ava," Renz said quietly. Her pale eyes slightly widened, and her thin, bloodless lips parted in a silent gasp. "You killed Ludovic," she said, lips slightly trembling. Renz lowered his head and nodded slowly. "Yes,
Lena walked through the halls of Schloss Wolfenbarger, committing the beautiful estate to memory one last time. A part of her wished that she could say good-bye to Renz, but Lena knew that she would come apart if she saw him again. Leaving at night, undetected, and before he returned with his new bride, was best. But as much as Lena willed her body to begin traveling down the stairs to the grand entryway, her legs remained welded to the landing. She tried to force her body forward, but her heart jolted in an odd tremor of sudden panic. Lena sighed heavily and began walking upstairs, to the highest floor. The higher she climbed, the more the panic faded. And by the time she entered Renz's private suite, Lena was overcome with a sense of calm and yearning. She slowly walked through the wide lounge, everything still perfectly undisturbed. Renz's private, open world. She lightly ran her fingertips along various surfaces, wondering absently how often they were touched by him. She wanted
"Why did you force me?" Lena asked. She'd spoken the words before she even realized she'd uttered them, and she began to blush when she saw Renz appear uncomfortable. She wondered if she'd destroyed the spell, if Renz would shroud his honesty and hide himself again. He lowered his head briefly, but then returned his gaze directly towards her face. "Because I thought I would lose myself if I didn't have you. It was selfish...and of that night I hold no pride," Renz said. His voice was a near whisper, but Lena was acutely aware of his words and tone. It seemed as if all of her senses were hyperaware of every movement, sound, and touch Renz produced. "You hurt me," she said quietly. She was shocked when she saw a look of utter shame eclipse his handsome face, and she had the brief instinct to retract her words, and comfort him. But Lena was frozen where she kneeled. "And I will forever regret causing you pain. Which is why I bought you something," Renz said. Lena frowned then, and
It was late morning when Lena woke up. She pushed at the silky sheets of Renz's bed and stretched her limbs, trying, with great difficulty, to remember what she'd been dreaming.The memory returned, of Renz sitting on the ottoman, and Lena was filled with sadness. She was tempted to crawl back beneath the covers and try to sleep again, so that she could relive that dream again. She wanted to hear him apologize again. She wanted to hear him say that he loved her, even if she dreamt it.Lena crawled out of the bed, and began pulling at the linens. She made the bed the way Marie had taught her at Sterling Manor, paying careful attention to each layer of finery.It was when she replaced the final decorative pillow that Lena caught sight of the large diamond on her left hand.Lena blinked several times as she stared at the ring, slightly twisting her hand in bewilderment. Her heart raced as she began recalling the events of the previous night, and she realized, with great fear and exciteme
"Good. Because I will never forgive him for what he did to you," Renz said. She could hear a slight change in his voice, and Lena wondered if she should press the matter further. She wanted to have her questions answered...but she didn't want to see an angry Renz. "Do you know of...Erich's involvement with Aleksandr?" Lena asked tentatively. Renz's frown deepened, and he brought his long fingers to the slight shadow of stubble on his jaw. "I've spent the last few weeks in München. Taking care of many affairs, as you can probably imagine. But I was unable to find Erich again. I believe my brother offered Erich a great deal of money, in exchange for finding a young, beautiful...poor woman to put in the brothel," Renz said bitterly. Lena suddenly began feeling very sick to her stomach, and she pushed her food away in growing nausea and disgust. "Erich sold me," she said quietly. Renz reached for her hand and held it in his warm, long fingers. He slightly turned her wrist, so that he
Renz stood up from their table and stared down at her with a seduction and focus that made her desire begin to ache. He wordlessly extended his hand, and Lena automatically accepted. Lena had never been taught how to dance, but that didn't stop her from allowing Renz to lead her to the center of the ballroom. The other couples that were there seemed to even make way for him, and Lena wondered if Renz's power affected everyone around him. His stare remained penetrating as he positioned her body against his, and Lena began struggling to breathe. The hand that held hers slightly extended and remained tender, but the hand on her back possessively trapped her body against his. His touch was far lower than necessary, and he held her far closer to his body than decent. But despite the obvious sexuality of his display, Lena could barely muster a sense of modesty. If anything, she wanted to be even closer to him. Renz began to move, and Lena let herself follow his every whim. She felt like
"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