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Edited by Demi-Goddess

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Confusion

Part-1-of-5

It began

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I lay there awake, staring at the dark ceiling. I was stunned, wondering at myself, not believing it. I had been almost asleep when I awoke with a start, an image of Anna my next-door neighbor in my mind, a female. And that's not all; she’s a teenager, even worse, my son’s girlfriend. This wasn't me. I’m happily married and completely hetro. I’m not gay, not that there is anything wrong with being gay, but...
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I’m Kimberly Dorsey, a 38-yearold with a wonderful husband and the mother of two, Gloria a 20-year old college student and a 17-year old son named Terry. I don’t like to brag but I swim and take care of my body, so I’m considered a very attractive woman. We're talking the slender, tall, hourglass shaped figure, 5-foot 9-inches, 140lbs, long hair, nice make-up, smell good, nice round breasts (C-Cup) and nicely dressed. I’m what my son’s friends refer to as a MILF. Technically I don’t suppose that I’m really a MILF, because being a MILF means you are at least 40 and I’m only 38. Whether being old is good, bad or indifferent, the MILF label does imply you are older. Being older is part of the whole MILF attraction - it's a "mature woman" thing.

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I suppose good looks run in the family, because my 17-year old son Terry is tall, 6-foot 4-inches, dark black hair, dark eyes, caramel skin, strong cheekbones, and a rugged handsomeness that hinted at danger and masculinity. Just pretty enough to catch your eye, and manly enough to make you feel all girly next to him. He’s so handsome that if he wasn’t my son I could just eat him up.

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Anna lived next door. I had invited her and her mother, Su Lee over for a swim that same afternoon. The Lee's are very nice and I had wondered why I didn't have them over more often. We enjoyed the summer weather, swimming and so forth, but the image that came back to me that night was from after our swim. We had just come back into the house, when Su Lee told her daughter to change out of her wet suit. I offered her a bedroom, but her mother said she could change right there. Right in front of us, Anna stripped off her one-piece suit, dried herself off. Then without benefit of panties and bra, pulled on a sundress. I was a little taken aback but different cultures have different customs so I didn't worry about it too much. But after seeing her naked, there was no doubt about what my son saw in her.
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But that night as I was falling asleep, there was that image: Anna naked, her smooth, slender golden body right in front of her
mother and me. And I dreamed she looked up, right at me, stood up and stared. I almost detected a hint of a smile, but then her
expression just stayed blank. I couldn't believe I had these thoughts in my head.
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The next time I had them over for a swim, I was nervous at first. As usual, Anna and Su Lee were both wearing their modest one-piece suits. After we swam a bit, I was over my worry. Everything was as before except I caught myself watching Anna a couple of times. She did have this smooth little body, with just a touch of baby fat to round it out. I shook myself and managed to avoid making a fool of myself.
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When we were done, I wondered whether things would happen like the previous time. Something inside of me wanted to see Anna again. But the other part of my mind won out and I managed to avoid being anywhere a similar situation could arise. After they left, I collapsed in a chair; feeling exhausted, and wondering some more about myself.
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The next time they came over, Anna's older sister from college came with them. Her name was Barbara and she didn't look that much different than Anna. But unlike her sister, Barbara was wearing one of the skimpiest bikinis that I'd ever seen on a person. Even though she was like a magnet to my eyes, I was very careful not to stare. I did sneak a peek or two at her though, her body was so delicious I couldn’t resist, the bikini thong barely covering her shapely little rear. Strange thoughts ran through my mind: things like, Barbara was older and it would be all right if she and I had sex. Such thoughts, where did they come from? I'm a happily married, heterosexual with no plans of divorce or of cheating, and especially not with a teenage girl, no matter how delectable her cute little bottom was. No, it wouldn't be the least bit all right. I shivered again at having such thoughts, but I was a bit more comfortable with the idea of simply fantasizing about Barbara than I did about the younger Anna. I had to be so careful not to let on.
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I lay in bed that night, staring at the dark ceiling again. As my mind drifted, I felt a twinge of jealousy as I found myself wondering if my son was enjoying the benefits of Anna’s luscious little body. Tonight I thought of Anna and Barbara both, but I made myself think of Barbara. I imagined her changing the way I’d watched Anna change. Her mother telling her to do it, right there in front of me.
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The next morning, Barbara was at my door. Wondering what brought her, I invited her in.
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"You like Asians don't you?"
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I stood there confused for a second. Then I started to protest in a confused way that I certainly had no prejudices against Asians.
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"No! I mean we turn you on!"
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"Barbara! If your mother..."
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"You can't hide it. In the last few years I've discovered that a lot of guys get really turned on by Asian girls … and lots of girls too, for that matter. I can spot it a mile away now. I saw you, and Anna definitely turns you on, and I do too. Does my mother turn you on too?"
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"I don't know where you get..."
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"Would you like me to tell Mom about your immoral lust for Anna?" I was dumbfounded. Then I realized my panic was showing. "Oh," she went on, "now you feel you've revealed yourself, but I was 100% sure in any case." She giggled at me. "You like Asians, even if they're little girls,” then with a little grin, she added, “Or maybe especially if they're little girls. Little girls with little cute bottoms like Anna.”
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"I..., I don't… didn’t… do … anything..." I stammered. What was I going to do?
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"Here," she said, "Here's a picture of Anna trying on my bikini." She handed me a Polaroid snapshot. I stared at it. Anna was posing and it was hardly covering her. "Oh, you can have it," she added.
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"I don't want it." I said, not making a move to give it back to her. My mouth was saying one thing, but my hands weren't following along. Barbara smirked, making no move to take it from me. For a couple of minutes we just stood there, at an impasse, then with a knowing smile, she said, "Well, I'll see you around.” Then leaving me there, holding the snapshot, she left. I looked at it again. Anna didn't look so innocent posing in her sister’s bikini. It was so tiny and she was so damn sexy. How could this be happening to me?
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I put the snapshot in my purse, but I found myself looking it at once in a while all day. That night I imagined Anna in that bikini, taking it off. As my husband lay there asleep, my fingers worked my clit until I silently cummed.
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In the morning, Barbara was at my door again.
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"I've got another picture for you," she said, smirking. This time it was Anna in the nude. I stared at it, but was afraid to touch it. She was standing there in all her naked glory, her flawless body facing mostly away, but looking back over her shoulder at the camera, with a slight smile on her face. I couldn't take my eyes off it or her shapely rear.
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"I don't want it!"

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"Yes, you do. Just keep it in a safe place. It wouldn’t do for your son to see it." She looked around and found my purse. When she opened it to put the picture in she found the other snapshot of Anna in the bikini. I could have died right there. With a big grin, she put both pictures back in and snapped it shut.
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"You know," she went on, "Anna and I play some... games" She had this sly smile on her face as she waited for me to respond. Instead I just stood there mute. She finally went on: "Spanking games." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My body was getting excited. "Can’t you just imagine Anna getting her cute little naked bottom spanked? You're going to come play with us."
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"No!" I finally blurted out.
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"Oh yes you will, or Mom will hear about your... private feelings. Mom's going out this afternoon--come over at 2PM. Walk in and find us... quietly!"
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"I can't do this." My chest was so tight, that my voice came out barely more than a whisper. “Its wrong.”
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"Oh, but you have to." She had this gleeful smile on her face now. "See you at 2," she said cheerfully over her shoulder as she went back out the front door.
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I was a wreck the rest of the morning. I couldn't eat lunch. Part of me was scared to death. But part of me couldn't wait. I sat, staring out the window. I paced, which I never do. I watched the clock. I couldn't pay attention to any reading or anything.
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Sure enough the front door was open. When I walked in there was no one was in the living room. The house was absolutely spotless and shoes were lined up at the front door. Conforming to their customs, I took off my shoes. Nervously I walked down the hall and looked in a bedroom, then another.
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There they were. Barbara was sitting on a chair, and a blindfolded Anna was face down over her knees. When Barbara saw me she put her finger against her lip and shushed me to be quiet. I stared, not believing what I was seeing, as Barbara lifted up Anna's dress and pulled down her panties. My eyes almost popped out of my head when she smacked Anna's naked bottom with her hand. Anna gave a muffled gasp, but didn't do anything else. I could see Anna’s bottom turning crimson as Barbara’s hand continued to smack against her bare flesh. Finally Anna's hands finally flew back to cover her delicate little rear.
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"Get your hands away or it'll be more!" snapped Barbara. I couldn't believe she could make her voice sound so stern. She waited, and Anna finally tentatively removed her hands. "Ten more," she said. As her hand continued to smacked Anna some more... my mind couldn't help but count out the ten ... then she said, "Stand up!" Anna stood, still blindfolded. "Take off your clothes!" Anna did it. I stared as she pulled her dress over her head, revealing her panties and bra. She quickly unhooked her bra, dropped it on the floor. Barbara had already pulled her panties ½ down to her knees, so it was easy for her to step out of them.
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I couldn't believe it, I was getting to see her naked again. I was so excited that I could feel my panties getting wet. She just submissively stood there, blindfolded, waiting. Barbara quietly motioned me to come over. But I was mesmerized by Anna’s nakedness that I just stood there like a statue. She came quietly and grabbed my hand and pulled me to the chair and sat me down in it. Then she went and took Anna's hand.
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"Come with me," she said, to Anna. She led Anna over and stood her right next to my thighs, then went around me and drew Anna down over my knees. Then she knelt behind my shoulder. I could tell she was trying not to let on that there was a third person present. She whispered in my ear very quietly "Spank her!"
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I looked down at Anna's delicate little body, completely nude, bent over my knee. And Barbara was trying to force me to spank her. As my hand gently caressed her delicate bottom, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
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Reaching around me, Barbara smacked her a couple of times. "Now you do it, or else!" she whispered. Nervously I brought my hand down on Anna's scrumptious little rear, probably not as hard as Barbara had. "Good girl," she whispered in my ear, "harder now." I spanked her some more, but probably not much harder.
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Then Barbara grabbed my arm and stopped me. Then she reached down between Anna's legs and started working her fingers. Soon Anna was squirming a little, and I could tell she was getting excited. But she stayed there, not trying to get away or anything. Then Barbara, with her other hand took my left hand and put it on Anna's neck, sort of holding her down. As she continued to work Anna's pussy with her fingers, Anna breathed heavier. I could hear her getting closer and closer, I knew she would cum any second.
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"Now! Spank her! As hard as you can!" Barbara whispered in my ear. I guess I didn't move fast enough because in a second, Barbara had grabbed my right hand and tried to smack Anna with it. She gave up and gave Anna two hard smacks herself, and then
thrust my hand between Anna's legs. Just as my fingers slipped between her soft lips and into her pussy, I felt her cum, her body now writhing.
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I watched and watched as Anna spent herself, and finally just lay there limp. Then Barbara ordered her to stand up. Then, Anna still in blindfolds, she drew her by the hand out of the room. I vaguely heard her in the distance ordering Anna to stand until further notice.
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I was still sitting when Barbara returned. As I watched she quickly stripped. I'd never seen her nude before so I couldn’t help staring. Actually Anna was the first girl that I’d ever seen totally naked. Barbara looked a lot like Anna but her breasts were more pronounced. Once she was naked she sashayed over to a dresser. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a couple of things. One was a leather belt and the other was a pair of handcuffs. This whole experience was so foreign that I just sat there, mesmerized. As she turned and walked back I got my first look at her cute little pink slit. After giving me the belt, she put a string with a key around my neck. Then she clicked the handcuffs around one of her wrists and turned her back to me. Then holding her hands behind her, she told me to click them shut on the other wrist. Once the cuffs were clicked in place, she lay over my knees and told me to use the belt on her, as hard as I could!
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When I hesitated, she snapped, "Do it! Now! And be quickly about it!"

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I finally swung at her. "Harder! As hard as you can!"

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I did it again and started doing it harder. She gasped and then said,” Stop!"
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She got up and told me to go get her blouse. Then she told me to stuff it in her mouth as a gag. "Then whip me as hard as you can. At least fifty times!" Then she stood there with her mouth open. Instead of her blouse, I grabbed Anna’s panties. When she saw what I did, she tried to pull away. Grabbing her hair, I took perverse pleasure in stuffing the crotch of Anna’s panties in her mouth. Once she was gagged, I pulled her back over my lap again. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I whipped her. As I whipped her, I gained confidence. As I gained confidence, I whipped her harder. Then I remembered to count. I figured I'd whipped her at least ten times so I gave her forty more whacks. She was squirming all over the place and trying to yell through the gag, but she didn't get up.
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When I reached forty, I stopped whipping her. As she lay there gaping for breath, I wondered what I should do next. Fondle her cherry red hinnies or finger her? With a giggle, I wondered how could my mind have become so wicked?
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Then she slid off my lap and knelt in front of me. When I pulled the panties out of her mouth. She was too exhausted to say anything. After a couple of deep breaths, she turned around so her handcuffs were toward me. When I unlocked them. She stumbled over to the dresser and leaned forward against it, resting. She still looked exhausted.
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"Now it's your turn," she finally said.
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Once again, it was like I was waking up from a dream. I was going to be spanked. She walked over to me.

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"Don't be shy," she said with a nasty little smirk as she pulled me off the chair. Still nude she held my hand, and she led me out of the bedroom and down a flight of stairs to the basement. Once in the basement, she led me through a furnished room, then through a door into a rougher room with a cement floor and unfinished walls.

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"Strip!" ordered Barbara as she turned to face me. When I hesitated, she snapped, "Come now," then with a little smile said, "you're
committed now and it's your turn." Then without for a response, she walked up and started unbuttoning my blouse. I put my hands on her wrists to stop her. Instead my hands just went along for the ride as she moved down the buttons. She was so close to me that I couldn’t think. No closer than when I whipped her, but now she was standing nude in front of me, taking off my clothes.
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Once all the buttons were undone, she stepped backed and let my blouse fall open. Looking me right in the eyes, she said, "You finish." Unable to resist I slowly took off my blouse. Then with her watching, I started unzipping my pants and took them off.
She still watched me, her arms folded, a little smile on her face. After another little pause, I shyly took off my bra and panties.
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Unknown to me, there was another set of eyes watching. My son Terry was hiding in a closet and watching everything that was going on through a two-way mirror.

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“My god, thought Terry, when Barbara invited me to follow Mom over here and to spy on them I thought she was crazy. I thought seeing Anna and Barbara naked was hot, but my god, I was watching my mother strip. On some level I guess I knew my Mom had a nice body, but never in a million years would I have guessed that she was so hot. I couldn’t believe it, my mom is MILT. Once she dropped her bra and stepped out of her panties, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her breasts and crotch. I couldn’t conceive that as a baby, I’d suckled those fantastic breasts. Or, that the lovely slit between her legs had given me life. Mother or not, her nakedness gave him an erection.

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Going to a shelf, Barbara got something and wrapped it around my wrists. It was some kind of padded restraints that was attached with Velcro. Then after attaching a small rope to each one, Barbara got on a stool and looped the ropes through two hooks in one of the beams. Then she pulled the ropes until my arms were sticking straight up and continued pulling until I was standing exactly centered under the hooks with my arms pulled taunt over my head. What had I let myself in for, I asked myself as she hooked the
ropes around what looked like a boat tie mounted on the wall? Leaving me standing there, she produced a couple of rags. After stuffing one in my mouth, she used the other one to tie it in place.
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"Now we're ready," she said as she knelt in front of me and started fingering me. As I hung there, she fingered my clit with one hand and softly caressed the sides of my pussy with her other. When she saw how wet I was, Barbara looked up at me and smiled. With a shiver, I felt the excitement growing inside me.
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Barbara had me breathing harder as I neared an orgasm. Suddenly, she stopped, got up, and walked out. I was facing away from the door but I heard her going back up stairs.
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As I hung there helplessly, I wondered what I was doing here? I thought about her Mom coming home and catching me. This whole thing was incredible. This morning I would have bet a million dollars that nothing like this could ever happen to me. When Barbara returned she was wearing her bikini, and Anna was with her. When I twisted around so I could see, Anna was wearing her one-piece bathing suit.
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As she knelt in front of me, Barbara said, "Now your real training begins." With a big grin, she reached out and touched me again. Then after working me back into a state of frenzy, just like before, she stopped again.

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“I’m going to get you as close…
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To be continued…

confusion

Part-2-of-5

No longer a Virgin

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"I'm going to get you as close to cumming as I can," she said, looking up at me. "Then I'll keep you there until you shake your head yes. Then Anna will use the belt on you while I finish making you cum." Where did she get such ideas? I'd never heard of such a thing! "After we do this a few times," she went on, "you'll learn to anticipate the whipping."
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She was fingering me again and I was so wiggling as she got me closer and closer. Then she backed off only used one finger to slowly caress the sides of my fiery pussy. I couldn't stand it, I was so close, but she wouldn’t give me any release. She just looked up at me as she kept up her slow torture. "Do you want me to lick you?" she purred as she tenderly stroked my rear. Then she took her finger away and pantomimed a kiss towards my pussy. Then she returned her finger. "Ready?" she asked again.
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Submissively, I shook my head yes. Pain suddenly seared through my rear. When I lurched forward, Barbara pushed her tongue into my cunt, and then started licking my clit. Then slash, pain again. I couldn't believe the feeling of Barbara tongue licking my pussy. Anna had me withering in pain as I hang there with Barbara’s finger in my pussy. I can't describe it, but I had never cummed like that before.
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Standing on a stool Barbara held her head close to mine and said, "That was just the beginning my little dear." Then she knelt in front of me again, gave me a coy smile and started fingering me again. I couldn’t believe that I had so many orgasms that afternoon. I couldn't believe it; my body was ready again and again, even when I felt exhausted. It was always the same: they brought me close, and when I gave them a nod, Barbara licked me and Anna used the strap on my rear. After a while, Barbara would wait a bit after Anna started, just a few seconds, but they were so exquisite.
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I couldn’t help it. Watching my hot Mom being ravaged by two hot teenage Asian girls was so hot that I had to masturbate … twice.

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Finally they released me. Anna left and Barbara, still in that obscene bikini, stayed with me while I dressed. Then she accompanied me up the stairs. Barbara looked happy, positively radiant, and I felt a tug in my heart for her. As I walked down the hall to retrieve my shoes, I noticed a clock, it was 4PM, and only 2-hours had transpired since I came over.
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"A few more sessions like that, and you'll really be something," she said and she pulled me down by the neck and kissed me on the lips. "Tomorrow at 2PM," she said and then she was gone, leaving me to let myself out.
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I was so exhausted that evening that I ended up begging my husband to take us out to eat. Terry got home just in time to go with us. In a way, I wish he’d been later and we’d have gone without him. The whole time we were in the restaurant he tried to be discrete about it, but he kept staring at me. At times I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, which was really stupid because I’m his mother.

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After we got back home, we watched TV but I couldn't seem to get into it and later, I ended up staring at the dark ceiling again.
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But the next morning I felt almost normal. I worked around the house, doing some cleaning up, although I did feel something like a
zombie, just going through the motions. I kept looking at the clock. I was both anticipating and dreading the passage of time.
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Barbara met me at the door and took me straight down to the basement. Anna was already down there, naked, blindfolded and strapped spread eagle to the wall. As soon as we walked in the door, shushed me, then lead me over to Anna. Much to my pleasure, she took me by the hair and forced my face into Anna’s crotch. As I licked my first girl to an orgasm, Barbara sucked on her erect nipples.

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After a couple of orgasms, Barbara ordered me to strip. Today all I was wearing was a sundress, so as soon as I pulled it over my head I was naked. Before I knew it, Barbara had the straps on my wrists and I was again hanging by my wrists from the ceiling. But this time Barbara added a blindfold.

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Following Barbara’s instructions, as soon as mom was strung up, I silently joined her. It was all Barbara could do to keep from laughing as I indulged myself, but fondling her tight little butt and pinching her nipples. After I gently stroked her damp slit, I picked up the strap and took my place behind her.

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With the exception of me wielding the strap instead of Anna, today was a duplicate of yesterday. Mom would moan while Barbara fingered her, and then I would lash her naked butt, while Barbara brought her to an orgasm. By the time we finished, mom’s cum was running down her thighs and she’d cummed so many times that she almost passed out.

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When Barbara lowered mom down, mom was so weak that she sank down to her knees. Instead of freeing her mom, Barbara pulled her arms behind her and handcuffed her wrists together. Mom was spent that she leaned forward with her forehead on the floor and rested.

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When Barbara saw my erection, she grabbed it and led me over to Mom. Grabbing Mom’s hair, Barbara pulled Mom’s head up and placed the head of my cock against her lips. When Barbara said, “Suck it, bitch!” and slipped my cock into Mom’s mouth, my heart almost stopped. I’d done some heavy petting with Anna, even played with her pussy, but I was still a virgin, and suddenly my cock was in my own mother’s mouth. I couldn’t believe how warm and moist her mouth was or the velvety feeling as she moved her mouth up and down my hard shaft. If a real pussy, felt better than Mom’s mouth, I don’t think my heart could take it.

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As I knelt there with my hands cuffed behind me I thought about the session that we’d just had. Since Anna was strapped to the wall, it was obvious that there had been a third party wielding the strap. Whoever it was, was stronger than Anna, my burning ass proved it. I was curious who the mysterious strap wielder was but I knew better than to ask.

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When Barbara grabbed my hair and laid something against my lips, and said, “Open your mouth,” I was so shocked that I obediently complied. As she shoved it into my mouth I realized that it was a cock, a big cock judging from the way it filled my mouth. Once you have a cock in your mouth, there’s nothing left to do but suck it, especially if you’re cuffed and blindfolded. Leaning forward, I deep throated the strange cock, and then started moving my mouth up and down. As I moved my mouth faster and faster, my lips drug up and down his shaft as I flicked my tongue up the underside.

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This routine went on for the next several days. I was living for our 2 o’clock meetings. I was a little sad though, because no matter how much fun I was having, our meetings were probably about to end. Spring break would soon be over and Barbara would be going back to college. I don’t know what I was going to do when she left, because Barbara had been right; thanks to her I craved the lash. Between her tongue and the lash, I’d never cummed so hard and so often in my life. Anna being strapped to the wall (or at least I think it was her, I was now always blindfolded) and me eating her pussy and me sucking the unknown cock at the end had become a regular part of the session.

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This was the fifth session since I’d been eating Anna’s pussy and I was down on my knees eagerly sucking the unknown cock. It had been a fantastic session; I’d cummed so hard and so often that my thighs were covered in my juices. The owner of the cock was especially excited today so had really laid the strap to me and I’d be lucky if it didn’t leave marks that my husband would see. He brought the same enthusiasm to fucking my mouth. He’d rammed his cock in my mouth so hard that he almost bruised my lips. Now he had both hands tangled in my hair and was fucking me so hard that he hit the back of my throat on every in stroke.

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Suddenly, his balls exploded spewing hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. As I was doing my best to swallow it all, Barbara ripped off my blindfold. With my mouth still full of cock, I looked and almost died when I realized that it was my son, Terry’s cock that was in my mouth. With his fingers cruel twisted in my hair, Terry held my face tight against his crotch so that I couldn’t take his cock out of my mouth. With a malicious little smile, Terry said, “Hello Mom, are you having a good time? I am.”

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As I lay, still handcuffed at his and Barbara’s feet, Terry said, “This have been quite interesting the last few days haven’t they?” The without waiting for an answer, he went on, “It might interest you to know that except for the blowjobs that you’ve been giving me, I’m still a virgin.”

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As he and Barbara pulled me to my feet and led me toward a bed located over in the corner, he said, “But don’t worry Mother, with the use of your body, Barbara is going to help me correct that situation.”

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My mind was in information over load. I couldn’t think. What did he mean, with the use of my body? Before I knew it they had me on the bed and was tying my ankles to the footboard. By this time I realized that my virgin son planed on fucking me. True, I’d been sucking his cock all week, but I was blindfolded and didn’t know what I was doing. This was different, my son was going to fuck me and I couldn’t allow it. When they un-cuffed my wrists, I tried to resist but they were too strong.

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As I lay there dazed and wondering what was going on, the two of them knelt down on either side of me, facing each other, and started kissing. Then Barbara leaned over and started to kiss me. Not to be left out, Terry started kissing and nibbling on my neck. Even as scared as I was, the stimulation of the two kissing me at the same time was fantastic. As I cringed in fear, Barbara and Terry each took one of my nipples in their mouth and startyed to suck. Despite myself, I was getting very turned on from all attention.

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With a little grin, Barbara reached her hand down and started to feel of my very wet pussy. I moaned, loving the attention of her putting her fingers inside to feel how juicy wet my pussy was. She told Terry that she couldn’t wait to taste me, then leaned over and kissed me. She then started to work her way down my body while Terry took over kissing my lips. Terry ran his hands over Barbara’s back, feeling her soft smooth skin while she nibbled on my nipples. After playing with my breasts for a while she moved lower still until she was at my pussy. I spread my legs as much as the ropes would let me, when Barbara started to slowly lick me.

Terry could tell that Barbara was very good at eating pussy from the moans I was making. He looked up in awe as Barbara ate the pussy that had given him life. He could tell from looking at my face that I, his Mom, loved Barbara’s tongue. My eyes were closed, and my mouth was open, and I was making the sounds that meant that I was about to cum. When he heard me let out a loud moan, he looked down to see Barbara put a couple of fingers inside of my pussy and finger it while she licked it. When Barbara raised her face, I noticed that it was wet with the juices from my pussy.

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Terry’s cock was rock hard at this point. Terry moved over and started stroking Barbara’s ass while he looked at my pussy. Turning, Barbara told him that she would love it if he put his cock inside of “his Mom’s pussy.” He couldn’t believe it. It was a scene right out of his wildest fantasies. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit. Getting the head wet with “his Mom’s juices,” excited Terry, to the point where he started teasing me. Then Barbara reached out and gripped his cock with one hand while he parted the lips of my pussy with the other. Remembering that I was his mother, I tried to pull away, but my bonds held me in place. When Barbara started to slowly guide his cock into his my pussy, the wetness that greeted him and the tightness that enveloped his throbbing cock was overbearing. Terry whimpered in amazement as he savored the wet velvet interior of his first woman’s pussy. From the look on his face, it was almost a religious experience for him to have his cock in my pussy. Terry didn’t realize how lucky he was. I’d been a virgin when I got married, and his cock was only the second one to ever be in my pussy. And he had to rape me to get it there. He marveled out loud at how very wet and tight my pussy is but in a different way than his my mouth. Poor Terry couldn’t believe that after all his years of fantasizing; he finally had his cock in “his Mom’s” pussy. People would be surprised at how often the MILF that a teenage boy fantasizes about is his own mother.

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Taking a deep breath, Terry started to slowly stroke in and out at a nice even pace. He didn’t want to just pound away and cum too quickly. Since it was his first time with a woman, he wanted to go slowly so he could try to last awhile. He whimpered and tears came to his eyes as he looked down and watched his cock going in and out of “his Mom’s pussy.” It was already covered in her juices. The whole scene was so erotic that he was worried that he would cum too quickly.

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By now, between Barbara eating my pussy and now having a hard cock in my pussy, I was so aroused that I needed to be fucked. Without my realizing, it was getting easier and easier to accept my son Terry as a lover. At that point I was so full of lust that I didn’t care if it was my son’s cock or not, that was filling my pussy. I just needed to be fucked and fucked hard. My pussy didn’t care whose cock did it. Terry was just lying there obviously savoring the feel of his first pussy. Hunching my crotch, I did my best to take his big cock as deep as I could. My movement surprised Terry and caused him to move his hips. Thanks to my aggressive movements, despite Terry’s reluctance and inexperience, we soon had a rhythm going.

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It was all too much for Terry. As he shivered and moaned ecstatically, I felt the warmth of his bare skin slap at mine. Cupping my ass with his strong hands, he thrust into me hard and fast. I felt his balls tighten up and despite his best efforts; I knew that he was going to cum soon. I felt terrible because this was his first time and we had only been fucking for about two minutes. He tried to hold off and slow down but I was now such a wanton bitch that my hips were moving rapidly up and down. Just then I saw Terry’s legs tensed and he cried out that he was cumming. I couldn’t take it. I tried to hold back but we were both past the point of no return.

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My pussy started convulsing on his cock and I could hear my moans echoing off the bare walls. Terry lost it, “I’m cumming, he screamed as his cock pumped an eternity of adolescent cum into my now eager pussy. He screamed out how much he loved me as he confused hot orgasms for love. As only a virile teenager could do, he continued to thrust wildly into me triggering repeated orgasms until we both lay quite exhausted on the bed.

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To be continued…

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Confusion

Part-3-of-5

A Sweet Kiss

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Moving up and kneeling over my chest so that his semi-flaccid cock was dangling over my mouth so that I could lick my juices off of it, Terry started talking. “Well, Mother dear, I guess you’re wondering what’s going on? You may not realize it, but the first time you came over to Barbara’s you became her property. You belong to Barbara, or at least you did until today. Now you belong to me.”

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When he saw the bewildered look on my face, he went on, “That means that you’re now my sex slave and I can use your body anytime and anyway that I desire. That means that anytime Dad’s not home you’re at my beck and call for blowjobs and pussy… or anything else I feel like. You exist only to serve me.”

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As Terry climbed off my chest and started getting dressed, he said, “As soon as Barbara finishes with you, get dressed and come home, I’ll be waiting in my bedroom.”

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Apparently while Terry was raping me, Barbara had freed Anna from her wall restraints, because as he walked out the door, I felt hands on my ankles and breasts. When I looked down Barbara was moving between my thighs and when I looked up, Anna was leaning over to kiss me. Kissing me deeply, Anna probed my mouth with her tongue, as her hand moved down and began to knead my breasts. Then using her soft lips, Anna worked her way down and started to lick and suck on my nipples. She was going from one breast to another. My nipples got so hard I though they were going to pop.

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As Anna was working on my breasts, Barbara was between my legs licking and nibbling my cum covered thighs. Nothing makes a woman horny more than being fucked, so thanks to Terry I was already in a heightened state of arousal, so I was soon begging Barbara to eat her pussy. With a malicious little smirk, she moved her head was closer to my pussy and started to lightly stroke the outer lips of my cum filled pussy with her tongue. The she paused and said, “Terry is a very luck young man. Your pussy is very beautiful.” After Barbara told me how much she liked its looks she started to slowly lick me. Barbara’s oral attention had me at the breaking point in no time, but a split second before I would have cummed she stopped. During the pause, she let her hands roam all over my lush boy, marveling out loud about my beauty. She was really setting my nerves on fire; she was turning my body into one big mass of sexual anticipation. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she wasn’t being cruel denying me my orgasm. If I’d cummed the first time that I might have, the encounter would have been over too soon and wouldn’t have been nearly as intense.

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Crawling up on the bed, Anna straddled me and lowered her wet pussy to my face. God did her pussy taste sweet. She made all kinds of cute little noises as I pleasured her with my tongue. When I slid my tongue between her pussy lips, then flicked it over her clit, Anna responded nicely, withering, moaning, and grinding her pussy against my face.

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No more waiting, Barbara dove right back in. My head swam as I felt her run her tongue along the inside of my creamy white thighs before tenderly kissing the soft moist flesh of my womanhood. When she licked my lips and sucked on my clit, she drove me absolutely crazy. As I bucked about wildly, Barbara parted my lips with her supple tongue and savored the sweet, musky, taste she found there, a combination of my juices and Terry’s cum. As Anna continued to grind her pussy against my face, I withered and bucked under Barbara’s eager tonguing, crying in desperate pleasure and release.

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Then I felt it, the sensation that I’d been waiting for. My hips came up as I lifted myself to Barbara’s mouth. All at once Anna was cumming and I was only seconds behind her, I bit my lip and I began to shake as my juices ripped out of me with as much force as my body could muster.

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Once we all caught our breath Barbara slipped on her tiny bikini and I slipped on my sundress. Then as usual he accompanied me to the door. After kissing me good-by she said that she’d be going back to her college the next day so wouldn’t be seeing me until her next trip home. Stumbling home in a daze, I fell into my bathtub and took a long hot soak. When I first came out of the bathroom I had a towel around my head drying my hair, so I didn’t see him sitting there. When I took the towel down there sat Terry sitting on my bed staring at me. As his eyes roamed up and down my body, I’d never felt so naked in my life. After what happened today I had no idea what he was capable of so I started to get a little nervous.

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As I smugly sat on the bed waiting for Mom to come out of the bathroom, I was thinking of how great it was that I had a friend like Barbara. Although I’d never had sex with her, she’d used her own sister, Anna to introduce me to the magical mysteries of the female body. Then, she’d not only allowed me to fulfill my childhood fantasy of seeing my mother naked, she’d allowed me to have sex with her. Having her give Mom to me was so fantastic that I’d never even dreamed it was possible.

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As my mind merrily danced over the possibilities for the weekend, Mom walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair. As see stepped into the room it was like I was kicked in the stomach. I couldn’t get my breath. Mom was standing there bathed in the soft glow of the light streaming into the window looking like an angle. I couldn’t do was stare in awe as I gasp for breath. Mom was the most beautiful woman in the world. She looked so very sexy standing there clothed only in her womanhood that my heart ached just being in the same room with her.

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When I finally found my voice, I stammered, “Hi, Mom, Dad called and said to tell you that he was called out of town on business and wouldn’t be back until Monday,” beamed Terry, “That means that you’re mine four days.”

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As Terry stood up, I noticed how much he looked like his father at that age. Without warning, he took me in his arms and kissed me. But not a vile possessive kiss like I’d expect after what we’d been through. Instead, it was a sweet romantic kiss, more like how he would normally kissed Anna. All at once, his moist lips parted and his tongue swooped into my mouth, sucking on my tongue like he was my husband and not my son. Damn, I hadn’t been kissed like that since high school. I couldn’t believe what a hot kisser Terry was. Holding the kiss, Terry’s hands lovingly caressed my back, then slowly eased down and gently fondled my tight little but. I could feel his erection through his pants as he hugged me, but for some reason her in the privacy of my bedroom, it felt romantic instead of sordid. Son or no son, I found myself becoming aroused. Nothing that happened today prepared me for what a good kisser, Terry was.

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I was never sure what happened, but almost in a trance I was unbuttoning Terry shirt and stripping it from his body. Then as if by magic, he was naked and I was lowering him down on my bed. Lying down beside him, I took Terry in my arms and I kissed him. I quivered a little as he roughly returned my kiss. Before long he had his tongue back in my mouth. I took it willingly as I melted against him. As we kissed, he slowly moved his hand up my side and closed it on one of my breast, squeezing my already hard nipple. As we continued to kiss, and he clumsily fondled my breasts I was so chocked up with emotions that I though my heart was going to explode in my chest. I could tell by the way that he fumbled with my breasts that he thought they were fantastic. His amateurish touch sent chills straight to my puss.

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He finally let go of my nipple and moved on top of me as he started kissing his way down my body. I found myself moving a beneath him as his lips and tongue danced lovingly down my helpless body. My skin was warm, but seemed to get hotter as he worked his way down my body. His lips crawled down the middle of my body, pausing only to nibble and lick the hollow between my breasts. Then he worked his way down across my firm stomach and down to my crotch. Once there his hand moved quickly from my outer leg to just below my pussy on my inner thigh. When my legs parted, he didn’t hesitate. He knew that I wanted his hand on my wet pussy.

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My pussy quivered as he meshed his face between my creamy thighs. My engorged clit throbbed against his nose. His tongue went to work, titillating me to the brink of orgasm.

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As he rose up with my juices all over his face, I couldn’t help myself. Pulling him up towards my chest, I told him that, “I want you to fuck me,” then after we kissed. As he roughly put his finger inside of me as if to see how wet I was I implored him to, “Just try to be gentle.” As he lay between my legs, like I did for his father, I reached down and eased the head of his cock between my lips. Grabbing him by the checks of his ass and I pulled him forward, forcing his cock deeper inside me. That was all the encouragement that he needed. Moaning at the delicious feel of my hot wetness tight around his cock, he impaled my withering body with two good strokes. Whimpering in amazement, Terry was almost crying as he had another fantasy fulfilled.

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The feel of his cock pumping in and out of my pussy was like nothing he had ever felt before, but something that he loved. He tried to be gentle, but his pent-up lust was overcoming his control. With my encouragement he was soon fucking me in steady even strokes. This time it looked like he would last awhile longer this time. I giggled because I could tell that he loved watching the expression on my face when he hit a good spot

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I loved watching Terry’s cock going in and out of my little pink pussy. Terry was developing great staying power and so he fucked me hard for quite awhile. I’d cummed several times when I felt him about to explode. When he went off it was a huge orgasm. It was amazing.

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I couldn’t help myself, I let out a huge scream that, “I’m cumming!” then the room was filled with the familiar sounds of my cumming. Finally Terry gave out a grunt as he pushed deep into me and again filled my pussy with his cum.

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Sated I turned over and lay on my back, as I gasp for air. As we lay there basking in the after glow, I took Terry’s cock in my hand and I realized that it was throbbing and erect again. It seems that it had started getting hard as he stared at my fantastic pussy. I giggled because he was ready to go again.

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Knowing Terry would appreciate the view, I moved so that I was on all fours with my sexy ass in the air. The sight of my ass was so tempting that he moved up behind me and started to put his cock inside of me. I was still so aroused that when he started to enter me, I let out a loud groan and started cumming again. I could tell by the noise that he was really enjoying fucking me. As he held my hips and pounded me harder and harder, the angle of his cock was so unbearably exciting that I was cumming almost constantly. I was moaning, unable to mute completely the sounds of my pleasure.

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Franticly shoving my butt backwards, my pussy squeezed his young cock. Unable to suppress his scream of ecstasy, hot cum boiled through his cock deep into my pussy. We quivered together in a storm of ecstasy as we both experienced the greatest orgasms of our life.

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I lay there smiling with that look that meant that I was well fucked and happy. My legs were slightly spread and you could see Terry’s cum starting to leak out of my well-fucked pussy. With Terry curled up in my arms like he did when he was 5-years old, we drifted contentedly off to sleep.

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About two years ago, Gloria went off to college. Suddenly the kids were either leaving the nest or too old to need my help for anything but clean cloths and meals. Suddenly I had no purpose in life any more. My life had become very boring; it now consisted of little more than housework and shopping. I wasn’t exactly depressed but my mental state wasn’t what it once was. I suppose that’s why I was so vulnerable to Barbara and her little games.

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The ex immediately starts into a long winded "explanation" - even the cops weren't buying it, rolling their eyes, told me it would probably be a good idea to find my own motel room that night...
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So anyway, I figure maybe it was time to cut my losses, to got an attorney and file for divorce and move on. I even went so far as to talk to an attorney and he assured me that if I went through with it, I’d get the house, and a generous support settlement. Unfortunately I still love him and don’t want a divorce, I just want my husband to pay more attention to me.

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Sometimes feel sad for him because he’s become such a workaholic that he’s as trap as I am. I’ve tried "talk" to try and make things better between us, but he’s so tied up in his work that he has little interest in hearing what I have to say.

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Last night when I made love, and I do mean made love, not fucked, Terry it was like when terry’s father and I first got married. Last night had been like recapturing my youth. Looking back, I thought, who had been hurt by what had transpired between Terry and I yesterday and last night? No one, that’s who. So if Terry and I chose to seek solace in each other’s arms, whose business is it? It will provide me with a much-needed romantic interlude until his father retires and at the same time I can teach terry how to please a woman. He’ll be the most popular guy in high school.

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Feeling all fuzzy and warm inside, I eased out of bed, careful not to wake Terry, threw on a robe and I literally flew down stairs to fix him breakfast. As I was putting breakfast on the table, Terry still damp from his shower walked into the kitchen. My breath caught in my throat, when I saw his naked body with his fantastic cock flopping sensuously against muscular leg. Who would ever have thought my body could have ever produced such a fine specimen of manhood. And who would have ever thought that the tiny little penis that I use to powder and kiss would grow into this fine specimen of man meat.

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I was floating on cloud nine, and still basking in the after glow of last night when I put his breakfast before him on the table. I’m not exactly sure what kind of response I expect for him this morning, but it certainly wasn’t what I got. As soon as Terry saw me he went ballistic, “What the fuck do you think you’re wearing?” he screamed. “Get that fucking robe off! And I mean now!”

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In terror I quickly stripped off my robe, and in order not to incite him further, I dropped to my knees in a submissive posture and said, “I sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to disobey.”

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Grabbing my hair and dragging me across his lap, Terry said, “We may as well lay down some ground rules right now. First, unless Dad is home, you will always be naked. Second you will unquestionably obey my ever command.” He explained. The he asked, “Do you understand?”

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“Yes, sir.”

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“Good,” he said as the palm of his hand connected with my naked butt. Because this was just token punishment to help me remember the rules, I only got a have dozen smacks. It still amazed me how smacks on my pretty little butt sent shock Waves straight to my pussy.

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“Now fix Jason his breakfast.”

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“Hello, its Saturday morning, and Jason always shows up on Saturday morning for breakfast.”

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The words weren’t out of his mouth before I heard a startled, “Mrs. D!” when I turned, a very embarrassed Jason was standing there with his mouth open gaping at my nakedness. I don’t know which one of use was the most shocked or embarrassed. As Jason spun and headed back out the door and I scurried towards the hall door, Terry almost screamed, “Freeze!”

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“Jason, get over here and sit down. And, Mom, get back in here and fix Jason some breakfast. As Jason sat down, he was so embarrassed that he didn’t know where to look. To his right was his very naked idol and to his left was his idol’s very naked mom.

Judging from the way he was discretely peeked out of the corner eyes at Terry, he was more interested in a naked Terry than he was in me.

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“Jesus Fucking Christ, Jason, you act like you’ve never seen a naked lady before.”

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“I haven’t,” stammered Jason.

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To be continued…

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Confusion

Part-4-of-5

Pull a Train

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“Never,” admitted Jason timidly.

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“How could you not have seen a naked girl, you have sisters? Haven’t you ever seen one of them naked?”

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“No.”

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“Crap. Get over here Mom.”

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Even though I’d been naked all week in front of Anna, Barbara, and unknown to me at the time, Terry, being naked in front of a kid that I’d know since kindergarten was still embarrassing. It was even more embarrassing when Terry made Jason touch my tight little butt and squeeze my breast. As embarrassed as I was, it was still funny when Jason refused to touch my slit. It was the first time I ever saw Jason disobey Terry since grade school. I still think Jason was more interested in Terry being naked than he was in me.

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As I stood at the sink doing the dishes, Terry patted me on the butt and said that he and Jason had some stuff to do. As they walked away, I heard Jason say, “Damn, dude your mom is fucking hot! God I’ve had the hots for her since forever and I walk in and there she is naked. When you made me touch her, I thought I was going to die.”

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“Relax man, she’s just a naked lady, not the queen of England.”

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After going to Terry’s room and putting on a pair shorts they went to the garage, then the game room. I don’t know what they were doing but they banged around in there for about an hour. Later when I looked out the kitchen window, Terry and Jason were out by the pool sunbathing in the nude. Apparently they took a dip to cool off and were now soaking up a little sun. The two boys had been friends since high school so I know they were the same age, but I couldn’t believe the contrast between their two bodies. Terry was tall and muscular and looked more than his 17-years. He’d started maturing early. He was getting hair under his arms around 12 and his voice changed by 13. His dad told me that meant that his balls dropped. Then he had to tell me that when a boy’s balls dropped he could have an orgasm.

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Poor Jason was just the opposite. He was short and effeminate looking and even though he was 17 had no body hair and only the beginning of hair under his arms and around his balls. Where Terry’s cock was over 8-inches and thick, Jason’s was still a tiny little boy’s peter, not a cock. I doubt if his balls had even dropped yet.

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As usual, Terry was doing all the talking and Jason was lying there with a look of awe on his face, listening. Unbidden, I suddenly wondered how long Jason had been sucking Terry’s cock? With a little giggle, I wondered if he sucked better than I did?

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When I brought them lemonade, Terry said, “Hey Mom, while you’re here how about give Jason a quick blowjob? He’s so obsessed with you that he’s driving me crazy.”

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In my mind I had a thousand arguments and I refused, but that was in my mind. Obediently I knelt by Jason chair. His eyes got as big as saucers and I thought he was going to have a heart attack when I reached out and took his flaccid little penis it only took two fingers. Even though he was 17-years old, poor Jason’s had a child’s penis. It was kind of cute though. He tried to pull away but all he succeeded in doing was sliding to the back of the chair. He was like a statue as I eased back the foreskin and gently stroked it’s tiny little head. When I leaned down and enfolded it in my warm mouth, he started gasping so hard that I thought he was going to hyperventilate and pass out. Even though erect his little peter was still only about 2-inch, once I started working it with my mouth, it didn’t take Jason long to get in the spirit of the thing. Before long he had his fingers twisted in my hair and was working his hips like he got blowjobs everyday.

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His little pee-pee was so small that I’m not sure that you could really call it a blowjob. Two inches doesn’t give a gal much to work with. It wasn’t long enough to for me to move my mouth up and down without it falling out, so all I could do was clamp my lips down on it and work my mouth. Clinching and un-clinching my mouth like it was my pussy I soon had Jason whimpering from pleasure. All too quickly his tiny balls exploded and released 17-years of pent up cum. Turns out that not only was it his first orgasm with a girl, but it was his first orgasm period. He’d never even jacked off before. It was so intense that the poor kid cried.

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After I finished, Terry told me to go take a long soothing bubble bath, get all powered and primped and to be in the play room in two hours.

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Two hours later as instructed I stepped in to the game room, where Terry and Jason were watching TV and drinking cokes. Poor Jason stared at me with stars in his eyes as I moved naked into the center of the room. Without a word, Terry walked over and put wristbands on me, then as I watched, connected them to chains dangling from the overhead. At a nod from Terry, Jason started pulling on the other end of the chain and didn’t stop until my arms were stretched over my head and I was almost on tiptoes.

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I could feel my pussy getting damp as Anna walked out of the shadows carrying her strap. Silently she made a slow circle around me, fondling my butt and kneading my breasts as she walked. Once she was back in front of me, she pulled my face down and kissed me. (Kiss) Then as she stroked my pussy with the strap, she whispered, “Later.’ Then turned and returned to the shadows. It was too dark for me to see well, but I would swear that there was someone in the shadows with her.

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Terry asked Anna if she was wearing panties. Although it didn’t rally sound like Anna, when she said, sure, he wanted to know how wet they were. It was dark and I couldn’t see well, but I assume that he felt them because he wasn’t satisfied so he had her masturbate until they were sopping. Once he was satisfied, he had Anna bring them over and stuff the sopping crotch in my mouth for a gag. I wondered where she got the panties because she was wearing Barbara’s bikini. Before I could do much wondering, Terry produced a pair of nipple clamps. They were the kind that they called alligator clips because they were long and skinny like an alligator’s mouth and because they had vicious little teeth like an alligator.

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With a flourish, he presented them to a still dumb struck Jason. The poor thing hadn’t been able to look me in the face much less speak to me since I sucked him off that morning. As Anna caressed my breasts and made my nipples hard, Jason clumsily applied the clips. If I hadn’t have been gagged I would have screamed out in pain. As it was all I could do was moan through my gag. It took him two or three tries and by the time he was finished the cruel teeth were biting into my delicate nipples so deep that they drew a little blood. After Jason finally got them clipped on, Terry gently tugged on the chain connected the two clips. When he was satisfied with their placement, he cheerfully put a blindfold on me.

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As I helpless hung there I heard people starting to arrive. From the voices they were Terry’s school friends and they were having a party. I couldn’t believe that Terry would hang his own mother, naked in the middle of the room for everyone to see. I had never been so embarrassed in my life.

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The voices and the music swirled around me for what seemed like hours and hours. Occasionally I could pick out a word here and there but for the most part it was just a confused blur. Occasionally I’d feel a hand on my butt and a couple of times my face was pulled down and I was kissed. The kisses were so soft and gentle that I’m sure that it was girls kissing me.

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Eventually I heard noises like people leaving. When things settled down my blindfold was removed and I found myself looking at small crowd of smiling teenagers. Jason was holding the strap but he still couldn’t look me in the face. As Anna knelt down in front of me, she asked, “Do you remember the rules?”

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When I nodded my head yes, she delicately spread my soft lips to find my little pearl at the top of my hot wet slit and flicked it with her darting tongue. I moaned and groaned as I tried to grind my wet pussy on her face. Like Barbara she’d bring me almost to an orgasm, then gigglingly pulling back. She did this twice before I nodded. As soon as I did I felt a halfhearted slash across my naked butt. It must have been Jason wielding the strap because I could hear terry yelling at him to hit me harder. By the third or fourth lash he was starting to get the hang of it. They weren’t as good as Barbara but they soon had me cumming with each lash. Over the next thirty minutes or so, the guys rotated on the lash. Even a couple of the girls tried their hand at it. Neither of them needed any encouragement to hit harder. A couple of the girls even swapped out with Anna eating my pussy. Between the lash and the girl’s tongues I cummed so hard and often that I couldn’t stand up. I just hung there.

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Before letting me down, Terry re-applied the blindfold. Then when he let me down, he lowered me down to my knees onto a pillow. Once I was down on my knees, Terry removed my gag. And then the fun began, at least for 5-unknown teenage boys, or I assume they were teenage boys. I never actually saw them so I don’t really know for sure.

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The ‘train’ started when the first guy laid the head of his cock against my lips and said, “Open your mouth, Bitch.” I slowly licked the head of his cock, and then he shoved it in my mouth. He just kept shoving it down my throat. It made me so wet to feel his cock hit the back of my throat as worked his hips pounding it in and out of my mouth. I could tell by his moans that he loved fucking my face. He pumped his cock like there was no tomorrow. I got so excited I grabbed his balls to feel them in my hands. Before I knew it, he was cumming all over me.

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Stepping forward, the second guy, twisted his hands in my hair, and quickly fed me his cock. It wasn’t as large as Terry’s so it slipped easily into my mouth deep enough that his balls flopped against my chin. As his cock pumped in and out of my mouth, I thought to myself that it was amazing how the size of men’s balls vary. I'd only been with 2 guys, Terry and his father, so most of my experience came from watching porno. It appears that the guy with the biggest cock had the biggest sack. Fortunate, even though the 2nd dude that had the smallest cock, he had decent nice size balls. Like most teenagers, he hadn’t learned control yet, so he had a short fuse. In two minutes his balls were spewing their treasure down my throat.

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The third guy had a cock size wise in between these the other two, but his balls were so very small that I couldn't even cup them in my hand. This guy was kind of nice. He put his cock in my mouth gently and while I was happily sucking his cock, he gently stroked my hair. When things were getting good, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, backed away and just stood there with his cock waving in the breeze. When I told him to put it back in my mouth, he said that he was about to cum. I told him that in that case he'd better hurry and get it back into my mouth then. He was shocked. He said, “You mean you don’t care if I cum in your mouth?” He’d been so nice that I answered, “Hell, I want you to cum in my mouth. What do you think I’m sucking your cock for?” He needed no more encouragement. He quickly had is cock back in my mouth and he did indeed quickly cummed in my willing mouth. From his reaction, that must have been the first time that he’d ever cummed in anyone’s mouth and he loved it, especially when I swallowed it.

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I don’t know what it is, but there's just something about the feel of nice balls in my hand. So, when the fourth guy pulled me into his crotch, I cupped his ball. After I’d sucked on him for a few minutes, he asked, “How long did you say you’ve been sucking cocks, bitch?” I assumed that he meant how long had I been a slave, so I told him for a couple of weeks and that his cock was probably the fourth or fifth that I’d ever sucked, he was amazed and said, “ If that’s all the experience that you’ve got, then you must be a natural, because you suck damn good.” Then he asked, “Where did you learn that trick that you do with my mouth?” I didn’t tell him, but it was something that I did with my pussy and I was trying with my mouth. I would take the guys cock into my mouth and clinch and unclench my mouth like would sometimes do with my pussy. When I did it with my pussy, it felt so fantastic that I could make a guy cum without moving my hips. I figured that if it worked with my pussy, why not with my mouth? From the response I was getting from this guy, it was working. I just told him, I didn’t know, but when I was sucking cock it just felt like the thing to do.

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I couldn’t believe how big the fifth guy’s cock was. He was very proud of it, too, because when he got in front of me, he held it up so that I could admire it by feeling of it. It amazed me when such an ass-hole had such a big cock. It was about 9 or 10-inches long, very fat, and had a head the size of a golf ball sticking out of his foreskin. With a nasty sneer, he ordered me to, “Open your mouth!” His cock was so fat that when he forced it in, it popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost chocked before my saliva got his cock wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, he roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full.

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Not only did he have a big cock, but he also knew how to get it sucked. As he held my hair and pumping his huge cock in and out of my mouth, he snarled, “Suck my cock, you little slut.” As I sucked, he moaned and alternately called me a slut, a bitch, and a cocksucker. Right before he got ready to cum, his cock swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His cum came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that cum oozed out of both corners of my mouth. He was an animal. He didn’t release my hair until not only had I swallowed his load of ‘cum’, but until I’d licked his dick clean enough for him to put away.

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As I swallowed my fifth load of cum, unseen hands helped me to my feet. Then the one of the unseen hands took my hand and led me out of the room. Then a little voice near my left ear said, “Careful, Mrs. ‘D,’ don’t trip on the stairs.” So much for the mystery of who was taking me upstairs. I’d recognize Jason’s voice anywhere. Apparently having me blindfolded gave shy Jason courage because with his free hand, he cupped the cheek of my ass to guide me up the stairs.

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No one had to draw me pictures about what was going to happen. I was fixing to make a man out of Jason. At the top of the stairs, with his hand still on my butt, led me into Terry’s bedroom and laid me down on the bed.

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After a clumsy kiss our glistening bodies are entwined in an ageless erotic dance as Jason seeking the pleasures and wonders of romance. Even though I can’t see, I touch his face with tenderness. He amateurishly draws my body near, his aching, needing hunger making our destiny clear. With me taking the lead this time, our lips meet in a soft kiss; our tongues begin passion’s war. Forgotten now, the outside world. All is here, in this room. He tenderly strokes my body, as I arch up for his caress. He finds my silken portal and feels my womanly wetness. I moan in fiery desire as he pulls his hand away, wishing to end this exquisite torture and get on with passion’s play. I straddle his waiting body, and ease him into my feminine hollow. I lead him in a rhythmic dance that his thrusting hips must follow. I ride him faster, even then, to hear his wondrous sighs. Willingly, I show him all the delights that I have between my womanly thighs. Jason gasped as ecstasy unreeled, and tangled us in a lover’s knot that every answer reveals. Sated, we laid side by side, spent but hungering still.
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Timidly, Jason reached out touched me. Charitably I moved his hand my breast and taught him how to arouse a breast and make a nipple hard. Then I guided him between my legs where his passion flowed so that he could taste his own lover’s spill. After he learned to bring me to bring me to a climax, I reach down and pull him back to me. Our mouths meet in passionate need, hungry animals once more. This time he rises above me with more confidence, my body to explore. Our ballet began again, as he thrust his manhood in, vowing not to end the dance unless my cries he’ll win. Like beasts of old we become, riding me with desire, only resting our throbbing bodies when sated by our fire.

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Once sated, Jason leaped from the bed and fled the room in fear and embarrassment.

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Even though I was blindfolded, I was beginning to recognize Anna and Terry’s touch so I knew it was them that came to me when Jason left. As they kissed and cuddled me they pulled my arms and legs up and lashed me to the four corners of the bed.

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Anna has this thing about bondage, so as soon as Jason was finished, we went in and lashed Mom to the bed. As Anna kissed and fondled Mom’s breasts, I was playing with both of their pussies at the same time. Mom was blindfolded and couldn’t see and Anna was so busy kissing Mom that she wasn’t paying any attention to me, so neither of them knew what I was doing to the other. I was ‘loving’ it and I had a huge erection to prove it. The difference in the two pussies was incredible. Both had ‘innies’ and they both had little tight lips. The big difference was their clits. Mom’s clit was hidden in the folds right at the top of her of her lips, while Anna’s clit, although it was located at the same place, was a little larger and stood out more. When aroused, both swell up and are easy to get to.

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To speed things up laid my cock in Mom’s palm. As soon as she felt it in her hand, she closed her hand and started stroking it. When Anna reached over and found that Mom’s hand was already on my cock, she giggled and kissed me. I then pulled away and turned to Mom, kissing her the same passionate way that Anna had just kissed me. Then Anna leaned across Mom and started kissing me again. For a couple of minutes we just sat there as our tongues moved in and out of each other’s mouths.

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I was still playing with their pussies and I could feel Anna’s pussy pulsating. It was like she was trying to suck my hand into her pussy. I guess she was enjoying the kissing. We pulled apart and she looked at me. Then we both leaned down and all three of us were kissing each other at the same time. I then felt a hand next to mine on Mom’s pussy. Of course it was Anna’s hand, she wanted to play with Mom’s pussy, too. Then I got the urge to eat Mom’s cum filled pussy so I grabbed Anna’s head and pulled her down between Mom’s spread out legs and the two of us ate Mom’s pussy together. Mom went nuts and was hunching up and rubbing her pussy against our faces. Then I moved out of the way and let Anna have Mom’s pussy all to herself.

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Eventually, Anna got excited and moved around into a 69-position with her pussy on Mom mouth like a gasmask. Not to be left out, I got behind Anna and guided my cock into her then wide and pussy and started to fuck her. It felt weird, fucking the girl who was eating my Mom’s pussy. With a funny little whimper, Anna closed her eyes and said that she was going to cum. And cum she did. Mom just kept on eating her and licking up any pussy juice that oozed out.

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I thought it was time that the two of them change places, so I pulled Anna up where she was sitting on Mom’s face. Then I dropped back down between Mom’s legs and got to work slowly eating Mom’s pussy again. Anna told me what a great pussy eater Mom was and how hot it was too have such a sexy Mom. Then I got down and pushed my cock into Mom and started fucking her hard and fast, knowing that she was eating Anna’s pussy at the same time. Anna squealed and said that she could feel my thrust in her pussy, that every time I thrust forward I was pushing Mom’s face deeper into her. I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled out of Mom’s pussy and cummed all over her outer lips and her belly.

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I then fell back and watched as Mom ate Anna to orgasm.
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Then after Anna un-tied and un-blindfolded Mom, they both came over to me and started to play with my cock again to get me hard. Once they had me hard Mom got on top of me and sat on my cock. She put it into her hot pussy and started to fuck me. I leaned my head back and let her do her thing. Anna was behind her playing with my balls and reaching around to play with Mom’s breasts. I was about to cum again when Mom got off and told Anna it was her turn.
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Anna climbed on me and started to guide my cock into her. She leaned down and whispered in my ear that she never thought we would ever get to do a 3-some and especially not with my Mom. And that while Barbara had been here she’d missed my cock. I just smiled and pushed up so that my cock entered her easier and deeper. She responded by sitting on my cock and burying it all the way into her and pulling my face into her breasts. Anna started to fuck the shit out of me and was soon slamming herself onto my cock with a vengeance. I looked over at Mom and saw that she was sitting on the other side of the bed watching us and playing with her pussy. She looked hot doing that and it helped me to cum quicker. Anna didn’t care that I was going to cum and wouldn’t let me pull out so I shot my load deep in her pussy. With a look of contentment, Anna just kept on riding me until she cummed and then I fell over beside Mom. As I watched, she rubbed herself off to another orgasm. I have never had a problem getting girls off with my cock in their pussies, but for some reason Mom liked to masturbate.

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After that I just sat there watching the two of them play with each other and get off on each other. I was exhausted and just sat back and let them have their fun.

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Eventually it was time that we got to sleep. I have a huge king size bed, so I said that we could all sleep right there. They liked the idea, so they both curled up on either side of me. We were all three still naked as we cuddled together. I kissed them both goodnight and closed my eyes to go to sleep. Mom was on my left and Anna was on my right and they were both holding on to me as they reaching over to touch each other. And that was the way we fell asleep.

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I still think of that night often as one of the best nights ever.

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To be continued…

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It has been three months since I’d went to Barbara’s house. Almost everyday Terry rushes home from school so he can get a quick blowjob before his father comes home from. Now that I’ve made a man out of him, frequently Jason comes home with Terry so he too can get a blowjob. And with Terry’s permission he occasionally comes by alone, but these times, instead of a blowjob, he wants to fuck.

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A couple of weekends when his father was out of town, Terry had parties where I was the main attraction and sucked off all the guys. Like before, except for Jason, I was blindfold and had no idea who I was sucking off.

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One afternoon everyone was gone and I was relaxing naked by the pool, soaking up a little sun. I don’t know what it was; maybe I sensed something, I don’t know. Whatever, when I opened my eyes the paperboy was standing there mesmerized as he stared at my naked body. When I leaped up and tried covering myself with my towel, her grinned and told me that I was about two months late covering up, because that’s how long he’d been watching me.

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That’s when he told me that he wanted me to do the same thing for him that I’d done for Jason. When I asked him what that would be, he said he wanted me to make a man out of him.

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Fuck, this was all I needed, all the teenage nerds coming to me for their first blowjob. I tried to bluster and act indignant, but the little shit told me to save it, that he’d been hiding in the bushes and watch me sucking off Terry and Jason for a couple of months. By this time I had maneuvered him into the pool house where no one could see us. Once we were out of sight, things got out of hand and the next thing I know I got the fucking kids peter in my hand. I say peter because it wasn’t big enough to be a cock.

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This was a dream come true. For months I’d been watching her sucking off her son and fantasizing about it being me. Now here I was alone with her naked and she had my cock in her hand. My sex life, like that of all typical teenagers, commenced with me playing with my cock. Actually, I think that I must have always played with my tiny little uncut penis. I remember getting in trouble for playing with it when I was very young. I couldn’t have been any more than four years old. It didn’t matter if I was outside playing or what, if I had to pee, I’d take my little pee-pee out and play with it until I got to the bathroom. I was fascinated with peeling back its foreskin, so that I could admire its cute little reddish-blue head. To this day I'm still captivated by foreskins and cock heads.

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Whatever the case, I was a late bloomer, almost seventeen and had yet to have my first orgasm. Actually I may have been able to cum sooner, but I came from a very religious family and I was afraid to jack off. I’d start stroking my cock until it would start feeling good. Then I’d think about all the horseshit that the preachers were always spouting and I’d get scared and stop.

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Whatever the case, my balls had been feeling funny all day. And for some reason they'd been especially tingly on the way over to throw Mrs. Dorsey’s paper. Hiding in the bushes and gazing at Mrs. Dorsey’s body, I started rubbing my tingly crotch. Before I realized what I was doing, I was standing by Mrs. Dorsey’s chair staring at her nakedness. It was like staring at an angle. I don’t know how we got there, but suddenly Mrs. Dorsey had my cock was out and was jacking me off. As she vigorously stroked my hard cock, the pressure in my balls started to building up, and continued to grow up until they felt almost as big as a pair of basketballs. It was a combination of pain and pleasure, and when I tried to pull away, Mrs. Dorsey pushed me down on the bed and held me as she continued to stroke me. When my balls finally exploded, was the most intense and fantastic sensation that I'd ever experienced in my life. My first orgasm was like an electric light show going off in my head. The lights were so real that I was sure that even Mrs. Dorsey must have seen them. I was still so utterly amazed, as I watched my first load of cum spray, in slow motion, almost two feet up into the air. And then still in slow motion, showered down into Mrs. Dorsey’s hair and down on to her body.

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Mrs. Dorsey was so cool. After I cummed she gently stroked me until I calmed down. Then she kissed the damp head of my cock and sent me on my way.

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After that, I started jacking off on a daily basis. The first time I jacked off in the bathroom at home my mother walked and almost caught me with my limp cock still in my hand. I was young dumb and full of cum, but after that I was smart enough to start locking the bathroom door. I didn't want anyone to catch me with my cock in my hand. It would have been too embarrassing for words. My teenager balls were so full of cum and my orgasm so powerful, that several times I spewed cum all over my face. To tell the truth I kind of like the warm sensation as it oozed down my cheek. Once I started, I jacked off almost everyday right up to my wedding night when I naturally started fucking my virgin wife on a regular basis. Even then, sometimes I jacked off just for the sheer pleasure of watching my 'cum' spew out of my pee hole and into the air.

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I got back early from my business trip. I’d been neglecting my wife Kim lately so I decided to go home for some quality time instead of back to the office. Since Kim wasn’t expecting me, I was disappointed, but not surprised that she wasn’t home. It such a nice day, I decide to shoot some hoops. When I check Terry’s closet for his basketball I accidentally knock over a box of home made DVD’s. As I’m picking them up I see that several are labeled Mom. Although a teenage son having DVD’s of his Mom was probably perfectly innocent, something about the way they were hidden set off alarms.

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Carrying them down to my office, I picked one labeled ‘pulling a train’ and stuck it in my portable DVD player. At first I was confused by what was going on. It seemed to be a teenage party being stage around a naked lady hanging from the middle of the room. As I watch some one lowers her down and Terry with the help of a couple of his buddies, ties her wrists together. As he steps back, it’s as if I was kicked in the stomach. I suddenly realized that the naked lady kneeling there bound and blindfolded is my wife, Kimberly.

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In a daze, I threw the DVD’s and my portable DVD player into my briefcase and stumble out the back door to my car. Before I reach my car, I hear what sounds like moans of pain coming from the pool house. When I looked in through the window, there was a very naked Kim, jacking off the paperboy. I was just in time to see him explode and spew cum into Kim’s hair and down her face. Even in my dazed state I was impressed by the power of his orgasm. He must have blown his cum two feet into the air.

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I don’t know how I got there, but when my head cleared, I found myself in a strange hotel room. The DVD’s were like a train wreck, sickening, but I can’t tear my eyes away. At first, seeing my wife being a slut with her own son made me so ill that I had to go into the bathroom and throw up. As I watched thoughts whirled around wildly in my head, I keep telling myself that we had a good marriage or at least I thought we had. I was a good provider; Kim had everything that she wanted, clothes, car, big house, swimming pool, and credit cards. Where had I gone wrong? Eventually my brain disconnected and I stopped seeing them as my wife and son, but instead started seeing it as just regular porn. Once I disconnected and ignored that the cast was my family, I realized that these DVD’s were hot. Shameful as it was I found myself with an erection. God help me, I wanted in on the action. Picking up the phone, I dialed Terry’s cell phone number…

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Continued in Confusion II