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whore wife-(P-178)--part-1 thru 4-of-4

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Whore Wife

Part-1-of-4

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It started innocently enough. No perverted plans or fantasies, just maybe a product of the situation that I was in. Maybe it was destiny or fate, but I promise you I didn’t wake up that morning and say to myself, ‘I think I’ll whore my wife out today.’
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Innocent, like I said. We’d moved to Florida almost 2-years ago. It cost a small fortune, one that we were still feeling the effects from. Couple with a short stay in the hospital to find out my heart was fine but my stomach was churning too much acid, we had accumulated an extensive collection of bills.
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Granted we could pay everything off in time, but I knew from experience that we were more likely to just accumulate more bills. We made decent money, at least for the area. No one made good money here except for doctors and lawyers. I decided that I’d get a part-time job, and get everything caught up or maybe ahead. Then I could go back to trying to enjoy life and not worrying about paying the bills.
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I’d looked around last year so I knew where the money was to be made, at least for me. I’d done some security work in the past and knew that all the clubs, hotels and condos would be hiring for extra staff during spring break. I applied at 3-places one day and was offered 2-jobs, one at a nice hotel resort and another at a less reputable motel. For some reason, I liked the seedier location and it’s promise of more activity. It also paid much better, although I was sure I’d have to earn it.
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Working security during spring break can have its ups and downs. It’s sort of like being a babysitter to 1800-college kids. Only a handful was what I’d call bad kids, the rest were just here to have fun. My philosophy was simple. Try to prevent damage to the motel’s property and keep the kids out of trouble. Both were easier said than done.
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Most of the kids responded well to gentle reminders. Once you explained some simple facts their minds would process and they’d comply with your wishes. Things like climbing balconies, an established problem here with several deaths each year. As motel security I would just walk up to them and explain that we enjoyed them staying with us, but if the police drove by and saw them, they would be staying some place not quite so much fun. Of course, I would never tell them that if they didn’t comply, I would be the one calling the police.
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I also noticed the ratio of girls to guys, about 70 % guys and 30 % girls. Not a bad ratio if you were a girl, but for the guys, there just wasn’t enough to go around. Many a night I would stand in the parking lot and listen to a lot of the guys howling at the moon like dogs in heat. In addition, I don’t think an hour went by when I wasn’t asked where a guy could find “you know, that kind of girl.”
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Even though I didn’t know whether they would find what they were looking for or not, I usually sent them to one of the local strip bars. At the very least, they’d have something to jerk off to later in the evening. After a week of that, I began to ask these guys questions. What are you looking for? How much are you willing to pay and for what? I did some math in my head and wondered if the “right” woman could make some money taking care of these kids.
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What surprised me the most was how low the standards were on these guys. Granted they had looked, and probably been tuned down by ever college girl in a tight bikini and for some, there was more alcohol in their veins than blood. At that point, they didn’t care anymore about anything except getting off by means some other than their own hand.
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“I don’t care what she looks like as long as she sucks me off,” and the other favorite, “I can close my eyes and see who I want to fuck, but I can’t make my hand feel like a wet pussy.”
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It was quite apparent that the ladies held all the cards. Any woman, ANY woman, can get laid at spring break. That’s when I started wondering if ANY woman could make money at it. The next morning after getting up from work, I sat at my computer. I printed up a few pictures and then put them away for my next research project.
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It was Thursday night, and while not as hectic as the weekend, it was still busy. It was about 11 PM when the first kid walked up to me with “the question.”
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I asked the what and how much and then pulled out one of the pictures.
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“How much if you could get this one?” I asked.
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“Shit man look at those tits. Fuck. Shit what’s she into?” the horny young man asked.
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“Making money, “ I replied evenly.
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“You think she’d blow me for twenty?”
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“I don’t know. I’ll have to check. Give me your room number and I’ll let you know if I can work it out,” I told the young man. Within an hour, my research was complete. No less than 10-different guys came up to me to check out the picture. Each offered between $20 and $100 to be with the woman in the photo, my wife.
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Over the course of the rest of the night, I decided to increase my research material. Whenever I would show the guys the pictures, I would have them scribble what they wanted and how much they would pay on the back of the photo. It surprised even me when I got home and totaled the possible income at almost a thousand dollars for one night’s work of sucking and fucking. I went to bed and woke up the next morning thinking about whoring my wife out.
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My problem was how to approach her. We’d been married for almost 15-years. At one point, there was a semi-real, semi-fantasy of her giving ‘massages’ for money. I remember it was a hot subject for a few weeks, until the money crisis at that time passed. But now we weren’t in a real crisis. It was my desire to pay off all our bills and to get some other things we wanted. She wasn’t that concerned about it. So how would I get her to want to help?
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Carefully.
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Ashley was already downstairs when I got up about mid morning. Her soft blonde curls framing her face as she smiled at me.
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“So how was it last night?”
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“Not too bad,” I replied, “but tonight being Friday it will be out of control.”
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“I bet. Be careful you don’t OD on college girl breasts,” she laughed.
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“Not to worry dear. It seems to take 2 to 3-girls just to make up what you have right here,” I offered.
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“Yeah well I bet all those college guys would rather see those young boobs than mine any day.”
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“You might be surprised. Especially since some of the girls are either being very selective or spending more time with each other. It doesn’t help that there are a lot more guys here than girls too.”
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“Oh that’s too bad,” my wife mocked, “all those needy college guys here to have a good time and they end up jerking off. Maybe I should go down and show them a good time.”
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Ashley was smiling and giggling at the thought. I on the other hand was amazed at how easy the conversation turned the way I was hoping.
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My next statement had to be calculated to cover all sides. “All I know is that if I were a woman, I’d be getting plenty of dick and lots of money too.”
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Ashley sat quiet for a moment, not watching the TV but looking at it. I wondered what she was thinking. I knew better than to try and say anything without her broaching the subject herself. It felt like forever. How could I tell my wife that I wanted her to be a whore to all these college guys? How could I tell her that I thought it would be hot to see her with them and to know they are paying for her sexual favors?
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“So you’re telling me that these guys are willing to pay for sex?”
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“Yep.”
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“How do you know?” she asked turning slightly but not looking at me.
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“They’ve talked to me about it. Asking if I knew anyone that did that. I usually just send the to a strip bar, but I know they come back alone and still horny as hell,” I told her. Figuring to break the seriousness of the conversation I joked, “ I just hope the motel has enough toilet paper to handle all the jerking off they must be doing.”
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Ashley politely laughed at my comment and then turned back to the TV. The news had come on and as normal there was a Spring Break report. I would love to buy the cameraperson a drink, because they caught every good looking guy wandering down the street or laid out at the beach.
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“Yeah like guys like that can’t get laid,” she muttered.

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Time to up the stakes a bit. “Oh, it’s true. I know it for a fact. You might think that it’s just the nerdy guys, but mostly they are good looking boys. Like I said, just not enough girls to go around. They were practically begging for the chance to find someone to screw someone, even if they had to pay for it. None of them want to go home without some kind of story to brag about.”
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“And they told you they would pay for it?”
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“Well, actually, out of curiosity I started a list. I had them write down what they wanted and how much they’d pay.”
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“Really?”
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“Yeah. You know, I was bored so did it just to pass the time. I told them to let me know what they wanted and I would see what I could find. Maybe not totally honest, but even though I wasn’t going to find someone, they were still going without.”
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“So where’s this list?” Ashley wanted to know. She was now turned in her chair and looking right at me.
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“I think it’s out in the car.”
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“Go see if you brought it home. I’m curious too.”
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I tried to shrug indifferently as I got up and went out to my car. I knew where the list was without looking but I took my time to make her wait a bit. I still had no idea where her mind was on the whole subject. As I said earlier, we had playfully tossed the idea out before, but never went anywhere with it. I took the sheet of paper and folded it so the photo on the other side wouldn’t show through and headed into the house. I sat on the couch and Ashley moved over next to me to read the list in my hands. It was an impressive list to say the least.
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“Let’s see what these horny boys are offering,” she smiled.
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The list itself was highlighted by several requests for blowjobs, ranging in offerings from $10 to $30. Fucking was listed from $25 to $75 dollars. One young man wanted to ass fuck for $100. The 3-that seemed to get most of Ashley’s attention were the ones that wanted to do a whore with another person.
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One guy said that for him and his roommate together they would pay $100. Another was for all 6-guys in the room for 2-hours for $300. The last was for 6-guys that wanted her for 3-hours and were willing to pay $500.
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Ashley eyed the list, with several ‘Oh My Gods.’
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“Yeah but if you brought them Bertha Fat Ass, they would tell you to go to hell, I’m sure.”
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“I’m sure they would. I showed them a picture I got from the computer and these are the prices they offered,” I told my wife, not mentioning the picture was of her. I also wondered if I had one of her nude if the prices wouldn’t go up.
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Whore Wife

Part-2-of-4

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“Well from the looks of these prices you must have found a picture of a good looking pretend-whore.”
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“Oh yes. She is quite beautiful. In fact, it was almost sad when they would find me and ask if I was able to make it happen and I had to tell them no. A few of them really were hoping to see her breasts. She has big ones,” I smiled, “in the photo.”
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“What did she look like? I’m curious to know what she looked like to get these kinds of offers. You got the picture?”
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“Yes.”
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“Can I see it?”
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“Maybe,” I answered.
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“Maybe?”
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“Well you have to understand that it was just research to pass the time. I was just kind of fooling around.” I was nervous as hell. I never thought it through this far, and Ashley could really get mad at me for showing her picture to these guys. I decided to go for broke and unfolded the paper.
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“It’s on the other side of the list.”
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It felt like Ashley stared at the photo for hours. Then she turned the paper over and looked at the list again. Then back at the photo. My stomach was in knots. The excitement that I’d started to feel was gone and fear that I fucked up crept up as the silence grew.
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“So let me see if I have this straight. These guys ask if you know a whore. You say maybe and then show them my picture. Then they write down what they want to do with me and for how much. Is that about it?”
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“Yeah. I guess that’s pretty much it,” I answered. I knew every detail of the shoes I was wearing because that was the only thing I could look at for the moment.
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“And they were upset because they wanted to see my breasts?”
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“Yeah, they really liked the way you looked.”
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“So what did you tell them was the reason that I wouldn’t be there?”
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“I told them I couldn’t get you on your cell phone so you must already be busy.”
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“So if one of these guys sees me in the store today, he’ll think I’m out sucking and fucking for money.”
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“Oh, jeez, Ashley. I never thought of that. I’m so sorry. I was just trying to have some fun, that’s all.”
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“So you think it would be fun to whore your wife out to a bunch of college guys?”
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When I didn’t answer her, Ashley stood up, walked out to her car, and drove off. And I had no idea where she was going. For all I knew she was on her way to find a divorce lawyer. Dejectedly, I went upstairs and got cleaned up and got ready to go to my normal job.
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It was a couple of hours later that Ashley came home, carrying a large bag. She didn’t say a word, just went straight to her bedroom. I assumed she was mad at me so I left her alone. Several minutes later I heard a knock on the door to the bedroom where I keep my clothes.
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“Come in.”
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Ashley opened the door and stood there. When I turned to look my mouth fell open in surprise. My fairly conservative wife was standing before me wearing a very tight, bright red tank top; her hips and just her ass were barely covered by an equally tight black leather mini skirt. In fact, it was so short I could see the tops of her stockings and the red lacy straps from what must have been a garter belt. On each foot was a black leather boot ending just below the knee, each sporting a high spiked heel.
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“So, you think that they’d like this? Do you like your wife in her new whore outfit?”
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“Yeah. You look fucking great.”
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Then I notice her face. Her make up was overdone, with accents to her eye shadow and blood red lipstick. And her fingernails were covered in high gloss red enamel.
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“You like my new lipstick. I figured I’d better get some that promised to be smear proof. If it does, maybe we could sue them. Wouldn’t that be fun telling a court full of people that I was whoring and their lipstick smeared while I was sucking college cock?”
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“You might have to demonstrate how that happened,” I laughed, feeling my arousal returning.
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“Maybe you should take some pictures of me this way, so they can see what I looked like before I started sucking and fucking for money. Then if you’re lucky, you can get some after shots. Or maybe even some during. They would have a good idea what went wrong then.”
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“Yeah,” was all I could manage to say.
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“Actually, I was thinking that you could take some of me like this, and see if my prices would go up any tonight. Maybe give them a bit more to help them decide,” she tells me with a husky voice.
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I quickly grab my digital camera and lead her back to her bedroom.
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“Get on the bed. Lay on your side facing me and put your head on your hand.”
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Ashley does as I ask and I snap several pictures from different angles. … Click … click … click … click.
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“Now get on your knees, facing away.” … Click.
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“Lift the skirt.” … Click … click.
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“Stand up and pull the tank top down.” … Click … click … click.
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“Back on the bed.” … Click … click.

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“On your back.”… Click … click … click.

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“Legs spread.”… Click … click … click.

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“Knees up.” … Click … click … click … click.
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“Okay, that should be enough for now. I’ll get these downloaded into the computer and printed out,” I tell my sexy wife.
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“You know I was thinking. I really would hate to have my lipstick smear and look like an amateur whore. Maybe we should test it just to make sure its Ok. And if you want, you could take a few action shots to show the boys too,” Ashley said as she moved off the bed.
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Dropping to her knees in front of me, Ashley tilted her head to look me in the eye.

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Her hands work on my zipper as I snapped a picture of her upturned face. After dropping my pants and underwear down around my ankles, she grabbed my cock and then pumped it a few times before kissing its head. I was already half erect from taking the hot pictures and was now sport a full raging hard on.
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“Put just your lips over the tip, but not over the whole crown. Look up at me.” … Click.
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“Now let it slide in and look up.” … Click.
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“More.” … Click.
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This continued until her nose was nestled in my pubic hair and I could feel her chin touching my balls.
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“Now let’s see if you can smear that lipstick,” I told her before placing the camera strap around my neck and holding the sides of her head in my hands.
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I glide my cock between her wet shiny red lips and started slowly working my hips as I repeatedly pumped my cock in and out of her mouth. Ashley’s cheeks hollow out as she tried to suck the cum out of my balls. Bring her hand into play she started jerking me off in her mouth while she licked and tongued just the head. … Click.
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Her other hand reached down and found my balls. Once cum filled and hanging low, they were now shrunk up tight with my impending explosion of cum. With holding one hand on her head I recklessly started humping Ashley’s mouth.
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“Hold your mouth open and jerk me off in your mouth and on your face.” … Click … click … click.
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I watched through the viewfinder snapping pictures with one hand and holding Ashley’s face close with the other. Wildly, she stuck her tongue out lapping at the underside of my engorged cock head. When her eyes look up at me, I couldn’t hold out any longer. … Click … click … click … click … click.
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I released her head and continued to take pictures as she licked me clean. And then … click … using her fingers wiped … click … the cum off her face, … click … licking each finger full off … click … with her supple serpent-like lips. Timing it perfect, I zoomed in and got a wonderful close up of my cum splashing across her shiny red lips.
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Ashley stood, leaned close and with her breasts still exposed from her pulled down tank top pressing into me, whispered in my ear, “Let me know what time to get there.”
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I did the best I could getting through my normal 8-hours at work. I hadn’t had much of a chance to discuss everything with Ashley, but she’d told me to tell her what time to show up at my part time job. I also had a complete set of all the photos that I’d taken that afternoon.
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It’s a wonder I didn’t get a speeding ticket that night. I got to my second job in record time. Things were pretty much normal and even at 10-o’clock it was still early. I called Ashley and told her to come on down. I also told her to wear a long coat over her outfit so she wouldn’t be notice too much. Then I went to find the night manager. As it turned out, a couple of guys had been kicked out before I got on so there was a room available. I didn’t tell him the real reason that I wanted the room. Instead I told him that I just wanted to use it as a place to get away from the ruckus and sit down for a few minutes. He handed me the key and I felt my heart race at how well it was all coming together.
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When I saw Ashley pull up, I directed her to park her car near the room. When she got out of the car I couldn’t tell what she was wearing under her coat, but below the coat I could see that she was wearing her ‘fuck-me’ stiletto heels instead of the boots. I gave her the key and told her that it hadn’t been serviced yet so she might need to straighten it up a little.
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“Any potential clients,” she asked getting out of the car.
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“No, not yet. But it’s still fairly early for a Friday night,” I told her.
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I noticed her taking a cooler and a large bag into the room with her. At least she knew enough to bring some things with her to kill the time.
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Whore Wife

Part-3-of-4

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About an hour later I had my first inquiry. It was a young man I’d talked to the night before.
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“Hey man, what’s going on tonight? You get lucky yet?” I asked.
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The young man was a bit shorter than I was, maybe 5-foot 11. He was stocky, but not fat. Like he worked out some. He’d been drinking but seemed to still have his wits about him still.
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“No these bitches are fucked up. Most of the ones here are from my own school. I couldn’t get them there so there’s not much chance of me getting them here either. Too bad you couldn’t hook us up with that hooker you know.”
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“Well you may be in luck. I talked to her a little bit ago and she said she might be able to come out and play tonight. She also gave me some more photos to show anyone that might be interested.”

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I handed the young man the photos and watched his face as he went through the first set of shots. He actually flushed a bit when he got to the ones showing my whore sucking me off.
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“Fuck man. She’s fucking hot. God I’d give anything to be that dude.”
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“How much is anything? I can give her a call and see if she’s interested.”
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“Fuck, I’d give $50 for a blowjob that fucking hot.”
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“Stay here for a second. Turn around and face away from the street, okay. I’ll be right back.”
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The young man turned around as I walked off. I punched my wife’s cell phone number.
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“Ashley’s One Girl Whorehouse, this is Ashley, can I help you?” she answered.
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“Cute, you little fucking whore.”
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“Oh, so you’ve been serviced here before.”
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“As a matter of fact I have. But now I have a young man that’s inquiring about your services. He said that he’d give $50 to get a blowjob like the one in the pictures. You should be able to see him standing looking at the building if you look out your window.”
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“Hang on, Sir.”
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“Oh dear. That poor young man, you should send him right over. I know I can help him just fine. Would you be a dear and collect for me. I would hate to spoil his mood.”
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“Right away, whore,” I replied with a laugh before ending the call.
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Back to the young man, “You’re in luck. You see that blue truck over there?”
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“Yeah.”
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“Go stand next to it. Put your 50-in the hole on the side of the bed. Then head over to room 112. She’s waiting for you now.”
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Not another word was spoken. The young man stepped over to the truck and put the money in and then he practically ran to room 112. I went over and picked up the money, two twenties and a ten. As I slipped them into my shirt pocket, I decided that I’d frame it for Ashley as a reminder of her first job as a whore.
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It wasn’t until then that I actually thought about my sweet loving wife, with her whore red lips wrapped around a younger man’s cock. My moment of jealousy quickly changed to excitement and pride. I knew what she was. What I didn’t know was that I wanted others to know too.
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It took longer than I’d expected, maybe 20-minutes. I assumed Ashley was enjoying herself. That and it didn’t hurt to have the young man spread the word about how good she was at giving head. But of course there could have been more and I wouldn’t have known.
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My phone rang shortly after he left.
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“Did you get his money?”
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“Yes, like you told me too.”
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“Good. Then I’m a real whore now. For $50 that young man shot his load down my throat. He held my head on him so that whether I wanted to or not, I had to swallow it all. I can still taste his cum in my mouth even now. It was so hot and tasty. But be a darling now and find someone who wants to fuck me.”
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Ashley disconnected before I could say anything, not that I could think of anything to say anyway. Word spread quickly, so it wasn’t long before another young man came up to me. He nervously told me he wanted to get laid, but that he only had 20-dollars. I took his money anyway and sent him straight to my whore’s room. I didn’t bother calling her this time.
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In about 15-minutes, he came out grinning from ear to ear and surprised me by walking back up to me.
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“If I go to the ATM and get some more money, can I go again later?”
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“Sure if you want, but it’ll have to be more than 20-this time.”
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“That’s cool. Hey, did you know that bitch is fucking married? I was pounding her hard from behind and she said she bet her husband would love to see my big dick fucking her hot pussy.”
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It went that way for several more hours. A college guy would approach wanting to get sucked or fucked, I’d take his money and send him in. Ashley didn’t call me after the first one and I didn’t call her until later.
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About three AM, things started winding down. Usually when it started to get quite, I’d head home. But since Ashley was in the middle (literally, I found out later) of taking care of 2-friends, so I made one last walk around the property. About half way through the round, another of the young men I’d talked to the night before approached me.
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“I heard your friend was in the area. Any chance she might want to party with us?”
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“Depends on what you have in mind.”
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“All 6-of us in our room and she stays until we can’t do it anymore.”
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“How much you willing to spend?”
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“I’ve been talking to some of the other guys. I hear she is the best cocksucker in the world. I also hear she is kinky as shit, licking guy’s asses, lets them spank her and titty fuck her, whatever they want. If she let’s us have our way with her, six hundred. I don’t figure we can last much more than a couple of hours anyway, but it’ll be fun trying.”
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“I’ll make a deal for you. I’m about to get off here. You let me come party with y’all and we’ll call it $500, and I’ll throw the other bill in myself.”
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“Sure that’s cool. We got beer in the room too. We’re in 349. Just bring her with you when you’re ready.”
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“See you in a few then.”
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As soon as the 2-guys left the room, I went in.
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“Just have a seat baby and get comfortable. I’ll be right there,” she called out.
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As I walked in, the smell of testosterone and sex permeated the room. The bed was a complete mess and judging by the cum stains all over the sheets, it looked like every young man staying there had either cummed in her or on her. There were even a few empty beer cans lying around. It looked like my whore wife had been having a hell of a party.
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When she walked out of the bathroom, she smiled when she saw me and asked, “Checking up on your bitch?”

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‘Yeah, baby. How you holding out?”
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“I haven’t had this much fun in years,” she laughed. “I didn’t know I could cum so much.”
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“Think you can handle a little more action?”
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“I guess I have to if you want me to,” she giggled.
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“Good,” I said, “We’ve got a party to go to.”

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“They aren’t coming here?”

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“No,” I said, “I made a deal with 6-guys for you to go to their room and take care of them until they can’t go anymore. And I get to be there too.”

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Taking her clothes out of her hand and sticking them in a bag, I said, “Don’t bother to get dressed, it’s not that far.”

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Hesitantly she looked down at her body clad only in her garter belt and stockings, with a smile she said, “Okay baby, but can you do something for me?”
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“What’s that?”
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“Can you get the video camera out of the closet and put a fresh tape in and bring it with us? I have a feeling that my husband would like to see what kind of a slut whore he’s married too.”
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Ashley caused quite a stir as she strutted naked the short distance to the room. As we were walking across the patio area, a 20-year old beauty in a bikini so small that she might as well have been naked, gave a low whistle of approval when she saw Ashley. Pausing, Ashley put her arm around her neck and kissed the girl. Pulling Ashley tight against her, the girl let her hands play over Ashley body as she escalated the kiss. By the time the kiss was broken, they were both out of breath.

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As we started to walk the girl told Ashley her room number and said, “If you’re free tomorrow evening drop by.”

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With a naughty smile Ashley said, “Depend on it.”

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The little delay was enough time for the word to spread, and a gauntlet of gawking young males and to my surprise females to form. Needless to say, the rest of the trip was through a jungle of hands patting her shapely bottom, groping and pinching her perky breasts.

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Whore Wife

Part-4-of-4

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Just before I knocked, Ashley told me to wait. Then with all the gawking young men watching, she pinched her nipples to get them hard. Once she got the desired affect, she knocked on the door herself. As soon as the door opened, my whore wife popped in the room full of enthusiasm.
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“So does anyone here wanna fuck?” she sang out to the room at large.
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Their response was equally as enthusiastic, “Yeah!”
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Ashley wastes no time climbing onto one of the 2-beds and taking charge.
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“Two guys. Naked. One on each side of me. Lay on your back, “ she ordered.
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Then the race was on to see who could strip the fastest and get on the bed. Once the 2-winners were in position, Ashley started earning her keep. She started by stroking both boys at the same time. Then she lowered her mouth to one while still fondling the other one. Then every couple of minutes, she’d switch. This lasted for maybe 5 or 6-minutes with me catching every moment on videotape.
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I watch as Ashley stopped and pantomimed reaching into her non-existent pocket. Looking at the guy on her left, she acted like she was going to flip a coin.
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“Heads or tails,” she asked. .
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“Heads.”
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Wiggling her shapely ass at the other boy, Ashley said, “I guess that means you get tails then. Just remember pussy only. My ass is exit only. I don’t even let my husband do that. Although I bet he would give or do anything to try it.”
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If I had been so inclined as to admit to being Ashley’s husband, I could have attested to that fact. I had been trying for years to get her to let me ass fuck her. She was also right that I would do just about anything for the opportunity to slip my hard dick up her tight hole.
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Back on the bed, things went pretty smoothly. Ashley gobbled and sucked the first guy’s cock in her mouth while the second guy was behind her held her hips and pounding her pussy for all it was worth. Several times I could hear moans and sounds trying to escape Ashley’s cock filled mouth, but I couldn’t tell for sure if they were good sounds or bad ones. Not that it much mattered.
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After the first round, Ashley had sucked off 2-cocks and was filled by the other four. One young man couldn’t get off in her mouth, a leftover reaction, he said from a girlfriend who he said would not let him cum in her mouth, but loved to suck his cock. Didn’t matter since it took him all of 10-ten seconds to unload in Ashley’s well-fucked pussy.
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I shut the camera off while took a break. Beers were opened and drained, cigarettes were smoked, and the recycled beer was pissed away.

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I was sitting in a chair sipping on a beer waiting for the action to start back up. I somehow had gotten used to the perpetual hard on I was sporting. Ashley apparently noticed it too and decided to fuck with me.
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“What about you? Don’t you want to get off too?” she asked innocently.
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“These guys paid more than my share. I’ll wait until they get done,” I told her.
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“Pull it out. I want to see it,” she teased.
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Laughing, I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out into the open.
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“Damn, that’s a nice one you’ve got there. Tell you what, I’ll make you a special deal, because I’m having so much fun with you guys tonight,” she tells me, “What would you give to ass fuck me right now?”
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“How about a hundred bucks?”
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“No, money’s too easy. I was thinking of you showing me how much you’d like to have my ass. What say you lick my creamy pussy for 10-minutes, then you can have my ass.”
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It was an odd proposition to say the least. While I had fantasized about fucking my wife’s pussy full of other men’s cum, I’d never thought about eating her cream pie out. But to get her ass, why not?
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“OK.”
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“Come lay on the bed.”

With a wicked smile, I quickly took off my clothes and lay down in the center of the bed. Ashley wasted no time kneeling on my chest and lowering her gaping pussy towards my face. As she moved into position I marveled at the intricate folds and the pinkness of her sweet pussy as I parted her delicate lips. Parting her lips caused globs of cum to start oozy out of her pussy and drip on my face. When I gently placed my tongue on Ashley’s wet snatch, she shuddered at my touch and this sent me into a licking frenzy as I sucked and lapped up her juices. It was a strange sensation but very erotic at the same time. It didn’t hurt that I was at eye level with my true intended target.
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I pressed my lips against her engorged clit and started sucking with a vengeance. My tongue darted out and teased her clit, before I dove into her for a taste of her juices. Her tart acidic taste was like aphrodisiac to me. As I franticly licked and sucked her creamy pussy, I could feel her quivering helplessly, totally turned on. My tongue flicked so insistently over her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.
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I jumped a little when I felt Ashley’s mouth lower to my cock. I had to pull her off me twice to keep from blowing my load in her mouth. After 10-minutes, the guys started hollering, so Ashley rolled off of me and assumed her position on the bed.
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As I move in behind her, her ass high in the air and face flat on the mattress. Eagerly, I slipped my hard cock into her now clean pussy to get it wet. Ashley reaches her hands back and spreads her cheeks to allow me access to her asshole. I take aim and begin a slow and gentle push. I don’t want to hurt her and try to take it easy. Ashley keeps clenching her ass muscles making it impossible for me to get in. I push a little harder and she jumps as she begins to yell.
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“God damn that fucking hurts,” she shrieked, “No, stop, I’ve changed my mind, we aren’t gonna do that now. You can use my mouth or pussy, but no ass.”
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“A deal’s a deal, bitch. There’s no turning back now.” Then turning my head. I yelled, “Hold her down boys.”
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The whooping like wild Indians, they grabbed Ashley’s arms and legs. She was kicking and screaming as we place her stomach on a stack of pillows to keep her ass up. I told one of the guys to find something to shut the whore up so he shoved a pair of dirty underwear in her mouth before pushing her head back down on bed and holding it there.
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After using a couple of the guy’s belts to bind her wrists to the bedstead, I moved back behind my whore wife’s virgin ass. I work up a big glob of spit and let it dribble into the crack of her ass. With my left hand, I work a slick finger into her. With her fists clench in the sheets in pain, Ashley sobbed and tried to thrash around. My right hand quickly … smack… found a bare ass cheek. “Stop it whore. You made the deal now live with it. Once I get it in it won’t be so bad.”
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I slap her again and shove 2-fingers up her virgin ass. I spit again and wet my cockhead. I slide it up and down the crack of her ass and start to push in. I feel her tense and I slap her ass again. The shock must have caused her to lose her attention, because her sphincter relaxed and in I went. Once I eased the head past the rim of her tight asshole, Ashley went still for a moment and I just held my position. Then I …smack… slapped her ass again, causing her to shove back on my cock a bit. With …smack… each slap the whore …smack… took more and more …smack… of my cock until I gave a hard push and drove it in all the way in to my balls. .
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I made a motion to the guy holding her head for him to pull out the gag. I expected her to yell. What I didn’t expect was what she yelled.
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“Oh yeah baby, tear up my ass. Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass!" She wailed.

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Before I knew it, I got really fired up. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her so hard that I thought I was going to split her in half. He was shouting in returned as she screamed for me to fuck her hard and fast. “Somebody,” she moaned, “pinch my nipples and rub my clit. Fuck my ass, God damnit.”

As my hands gripped her hips and continued fucking her tight hole, hands were eagerly placed under her and her breasts and pussy were being rubbed. The guys never let up; she was at our total mercy. I motioned for the one guy to put his cock in her mouth. When he did, her head started bouncing up and down faster than I had ever seen before. She was literally fucking the guy’s cock with her mouth.
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Before I knew it, I was yelling, calling Ashley my slut, my whore, my “cock-loving, take-it-up-your-ass bitch.”
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After about ten minutes, he was really fucking me hard. I mean, seriously pounding my ass. Caught up in the excitement I screamed, “Pinch her nipples and clit, guys.”

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I was getting close to cumming and wanted to make the most out of my opportunity, so I started …smack… slapping her ass …smack… in time with my strokes.
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Pulling her mouth off the cock for a moment, Ashley screeched like a banshee, “Oh fuck …smack… yes. I’m gonna …smack… fucking cum. Son of a …smack… bitch it feels good …smack… having my ass …smacked… fucked. Spank my nasty …smack… whore ass. Make me …smack… cum, please, make …smack… me cum.”
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Like a hungry baby going after a nipple, Ashley hysterically put her mouth back on the cock she was working on. I could …smack… hold out no longer. I cruelly …smack… pelted both of …smack… her ass cheeks as …smack… I rammed into …smack… deep and hard. Finally I …smack… gave Ashley what she …smack… really needed. I finally …smack… grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her tight to me. My balls exploded and I cummed deep inside of her ass. I loved it. As my cum exploded out and filled her ass for the first time, I could hear her scream even with her mouth full of cock. I could also feel her pussy muscles convulsing in orgasm.
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“Here’s a load for your mouth too, whore,” the young man fucking her mouth bellowed at my wife.
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Ashley screamed again, and again I could feel her muscles twitching.
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It was several hours before we got back home. Once there we showered and climbed into bed. Ashley snuggled up next to me, her hand straying into my shorts and feeling my cock begin to stir.

“Honey, I have a confession. I didn’t go out with my girlfriends last night. I was angry with you, so I went out whoring instead. And one of the guys took my anal cherry. I’m sorry you didn’t get it, but I would be happy to let you ass fuck me now to make it up to you. In fact, you can ass fuck your whore anytime you want.”

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turn about is fair play-[0-07]-(m/s incest-jacking off-blowjobs-swallowing)-part-1 thru 4-of-4

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Turn About Is Fair Play

Part-1-of-4

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Patty ran the hot water in the kitchen sink full steam. She stared down at the black Bakelite ashtray at the cloudy grayish white puddle that it contained. Furtively, she dipped her fingertip into it, raised it to her lips and tasted its creamy bitterness.
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"What the fuck did I just do?" Patty thought to herself as she began to quietly panic. Perplexing thoughts raced around inside her head about how she may have just destroyed her whole existence. The internal browbeating that she was receiving at the hands of her skyrocketing pulse and shallow breath made her think about every permutation of the consequences of her actions.
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It had been a bright, crisp September day. Mike had been awake for a half an hour when he finally decided to get up and out of bed. The sound of Patty's station wagon pulling out of the driveway gave him the incentive to quickly indulge in one of his favorite past times while his mother went to pick up the groceries, as she did every Wednesday morning.
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Mike had discovered years ago that his father had taken some very lurid Polaroid’s of Patty, which they kept hidden in a shoebox in the closet of their master bedroom. In fact, not only were these pictures the only pornography in the house, they were the only pornography to be found in this sleepy New Haven suburb. Mike's favorite past time was masturbation, as you'd expect from any guy in his early twenties. Sometimes ... well, most of the time ... his imagination wasn't quite enough to get the job done, so he’d sneak into his parents bedroom, retrieve the Polaroid’s from the shoe box and go to work on himself before anyone was any the wiser.
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As he usually did when he had evening classes at the local community college, Mike went down to the den and laid the Polaroid’s out on the coffee table. The pictures ranged from the racy to the downright filthy; after all, they were meant for private consumption. There was one of Patty teasing away in her negligee. There was another of Patty completely nude, and completely shaved, as she exited the shower. One picture showed a cock between her fleshy breasts. One was a fully on picture of Patty with a cock in her mouth, her cheekbones protruding as she vacuumed it up. The last showed Patty with her mouth agape, cum coating her tongue, lips and cheeks.
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To Mike, it was just available porn to jerk off to, he never really dwelled upon the fact that the pictures were of his mother, it just didn't phase him. He had just pulled down his pants and began stroking his cock. He never heard the keys jingle. He never heard the kitchen door open.
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Patty entered the kitchen, pissed off because her arms were full of groceries and no one ever thought to help her in, or ... dare she think it ... help her put them away. She put both bags of groceries and her keys on the counter and headed to the den so that she could turn on the television and listen to Ryan's Hope while she put the groceries away.
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The moment that the kitchen door swung open, both Mike and Patty's worlds changed forever in the blink of an eye. It happened so fast, and yet, for Patty, that split second seemed to slowly grind to a halt.
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"Oh shit," Mike screamed, his face reddening as he struggled with his pants.
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Reflexively, Patty retreated to the kitchen. But the moment that the door swung shut behind her she realized that something was askew. In her growing anger and indignation, she quickly got over the trauma of having walked in on her son while he was masturbating.
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"That little shit!" she thought to herself, "did he just steal my pictures? Has my own son, who I loved and raised, just tarnished my most intimate moments?"
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Patty came barreling through the kitchen door like a enraged bull just released from the chute.
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"You bastard! You little piece of shit!" Patty screamed at her son, feeling violated and the angriest she had ever been in her 43-years.
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"Mo..." Mike tried to explain.
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"Don't you fucking 'Mom' me, you little pervert!" Patty almost screamed. "I have no idea which is worse, the fact that you rummaged through my most private things and stole them, or the fact that you're pleasuring yourself to pictures of your own mother."
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"But I," Mike tried to eek out but was interrupted once again by Patty.
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"Don't say another word ... just don't," Patty snarled as she paced the room like a cornered mountain lion.
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A myriad of emotions and thoughts raced through her head, but the one that she focused on the most was the injustice of it all. She’d been violated, and her own son was responsible. How do you remedy such an injustice? How do you make it right? How do you make him see how much embarrassment he caused her? And then it dawned on her.
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"Do you think that what you’ve done is fair?" Patty asked.
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Mike knew that it was a loaded question and that he was in for a rough time of it.
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"Fair?" Mike replied meekly.
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"Yes, fair. You're the one who’s been violating my privacy for who the hell knows how long. Do you think it's fair?" Patty repeat.
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"Uh ... I ... No," Mike stuttered. Before Mike could figure out what was going on around him, Patty had already removed her blouse and was in the process of removing her bra.
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"Mom, what the hell are you doing?" wailed Mike in panic as he attempted to shield his eyes.
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"What's fair is fair," Patty stated calmly. "You're such a big man when you're sneaking around, huh? Well, here I am, the real thing, in the flesh. From now on, if you want to jerk off while looking at your mother, then you're going to ask me nicely and you're going to do it in person so that I know that you're doing it."
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"But Mom, thi ...," Mike shyly attempted to say.
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"But Mom, what?" Patty snarled. "But Mom, this is embarrassing? You bet your little ass it is, you pervert. How embarrassed do you think I feel? How embarrassed am I knowing that my son, whom I trusted, has been pleasuring himself while looking at me in pictures like these?"
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Patty removed her bra, her skirt and then slipped out of her panties.
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"Now your going to find out what it feels like. Get out of those clothes," Patty commanded.
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A confused look swept over Mike's face.
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"I'm not speaking Chinese, am I?" Patty sarcastically queried. "Now I'm going to watch. You're going to look at me in the flesh, and I'm going to watch you in your most intimate moment. How do you like that?"
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Mike's face flushed red as he reluctantly began to undress in front of his mother. Soon, all of Mike's clothes were on the floor. Mike sat on the couch, behind the coffee table and Patty sat on a chair opposite him. Mike fumbled around at first as he slowly started to masturbate. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get hard.
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"Not such a big man now are you, son?" Patty smirked. "I thought you enjoyed this. I thought it made you cum?"
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Mike's eyes rolled upward. He gazed at the ceiling, choking back tears. Patty assumed that he was trying to visualize something to make himself hard.
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"Penny for your thoughts, Mike,” she said. “Are you thinking about me with my lips wrapped around your cock? Are you thinking about me with cum all over my face, Mike? What's the matter, Mike,“ Patty chided, “can't you handle a real live woman?"
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As she watched, Patty felt herself getting wetter and wetter. At first her fingers had traced the outside of her lips, but now she was fully massaging her clit. Mike, on the other hand was involuntarily getting hard as he tried very hard not to look at Patty directly.
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"That's more like it, Mike," Patty goaded. "Now you're giving me something to watch. Now you're giving me something to cum to. I'm a real person, with real feelings, Mike. I masturbate too. I cum too, but I don't violate people's privacy to do it, Mike."
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Turn About is Fair Play

Part-2-of-4

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The den filled with tension and the sound of wet sloppy smacking noises as Mike's pre-cum began to lubricate the shaft of his cock.
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"Don't you dare get one drop of cum on the couch or the rug. If you do, you're cleaning it up and you're going to explain the stains to your father," Patty commanded. She raised her foot to the ashtray that always stood at the corner of the coffee table and slid it over to Mike with her big toe.
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"If you're going to cum, cum in this," she commanded again.
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Mike's knew it wouldn't be long. All of the nerves in his cock were tingling. Pretty soon the tingling sensation spread to Mike's balls and his whole groin. He was going to cum in front of his mother and there was nothing he could do about it. He quickly raised the ashtray to the tip of his cock and released himself into it, slumping back on the couch when he finished.

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Seeing the jets of cum spurting from Mike's cock, Patty cummed as well, the waves of orgasm pulsing over her body from head to toe. Her head hinged back, her lips parted and she let out a silent moan.
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"Now, young man, march yourself upstairs and think about what you've done. Leave the ashtray here, I'll take care of it," Patty panted.
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As Mike went up the stairs, Patty picked up the black Bakelite ashtray and took it into the kitchen. She dipped her pinky into the pooling puddle of her son's cum realized that it was still warm. Steam filled the air as Patty ran the hot water in the kitchen sink. Looking down at the black Bakelite ashtray, she stared at the cloudy grayish white liquid that it contained. Without thinking, she dipped her fore-fingertip into the gooey mess, raised it to her lips and tasted its creamy bitterness.
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"How do you undo what has been done," Patty thought to herself. The sexual taboo between mother and son has been broken. As Patty wondered what was to come next, she knew that this was not the last time she'd taste her son's flavor.

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The remainder of that cool September day passed in virtual silence.
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After the events of the morning, Mike spent a couple of solemn hours in his room. His casement windows cranked ajar, the crisp autumn air lightly scented with sweet-leafy decay filled his lungs. Mike's reeling mind was a myriad of a thousand thoughts and no thoughts at all, trying to make sense out of what had just happened.
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Downstairs, Patty was in the grips of a remorseful euphoria. Her body propelled by adrenaline, she placed the now spotless Bakelite ashtray on the coffee table. Then returned to the kitchen and sorted the wilting groceries, making sure that they found their rightful place in the avocado colored fridge. Her frantic mind over flowed with questions of lasting effects and potential scenarios. Whether her envisioned inventions were prophecy or paranoia, she could not tell.
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At 4:30, Mike came downstairs to leave for his Wednesday evening European History class at Mountain View College. So many questions raced through his consciousness that he wanted to stay home, but when he glanced into the den and saw that his mother was nowhere to be found, he was relieved. As his chest loosened with relief, Mike opened the front door, strode down the blacktop driveway to the white Chevy Laguna with the chocolate vinyl roof. Tossing his books on the front passenger seat, he turned the key and took off.
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When Mike's father returned home from work at a quarter to six, Patty had his dinner ready and waiting. Throughout dinner, she kept wondering if some telltale sign would give her away, if the mark of Cain or the Scarlet Letter either one were emblazoned on her forehead. But by the time that the last morsel of rice pilaf was lifted from plate to mouth, nothing had given her secret away. She couldn’t help smiling to herself with relief.
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The sleepy gold and rust colored suburban hamlet was as silent as Rest Land Cemetery when the Chevy Laguna slowly rolled to a halt, the red taillights extinguished, making the night as black as the driveway. When Mike entered the house, the only illumination was the frosty azure glow of the television radiating from the den where his mother and father sat on the couch watching Quincy, ME. For a brief moment, his eyes locked with Patty's. But he strode up the stairs to his room, aware of the futility of the moment.
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Thursday was new.
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Mike's father dressed in the cobalt glow of the newborn day, unknowing and happy. Patty stirred beneath the covers, and did not emerge from her chamber until the salmon gold rays of the new sun roused her to consciousness. Clad in chenille robe, Patty plodded down the stairs, crossed through the den and entered the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. When the doors swung open, she noticed Mike drinking orange juice over the sink, wearing nothing but his boxers.
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"You're up early," Patty croaked, her first words of the day.
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"Oh, hi!" Mike spun around, startled.
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"Look, Mike, about yesterday..."
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"No, no ... it's OK. You were right. I was wrong to take your property without permission ... you were ..."
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"I know you're sorry. I know it won't happen again."
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Patty reached out and gently cupped his cheek with her palm. She flipped on the Mr. Coffee and in a couple of minutes poured 2-cups. Then as they sat silently at the kitchen table, Patty gazed at her reflection in the depth of her cup and smirked.
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"I was pretty angry yesterday."
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"Yeah." Mike chuckled.
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"But I want you to know that I'm not angry anymore. But Mike, I want you to be honest with me ... I know that we crossed a line yesterday ... How do you feel about ... what happened?"
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Mike looked down at his coffee cup, not quite sure of what to say. "Well, I don't know," Mike chuckled. "At first I was embarrassed, then I just felt ‘kinda-wierded’ out, you know?"
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"Yes," Patty grinned. "I know exactly what you mean. And I also know that it might be hard for you, living here with us. Men need something to get the blood flowing, so to speak. That's why your father took those pictures in the first place. So, I understand why you were using them ... like you did."
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After an awkward pause, Patty continued. "Mike, I also don't want you to feel inhibited ... I don't want to feel inhibited ... do you follow, Mike?"
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"I'm not sure..."
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"No hang-ups ... you can masturbate anywhere in the house you want, any time you want, as long as your father's not home."
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"Are you sure?"
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"No, I'm not sure. But I thought about it ... I thought about it a lot, and I just think it's more honest like that, more open."
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"I understand, I think."
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The rest of Thursday passed without incident.

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Then Friday morning came and when Mike descended the stairs he sensed a funky sweet smell in the air, the aroma of feminine muskiness. He glanced over to the couch, and there was Patty.
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She was lying on the couch, with one shapely leg up on the back cushion and her other foot on the floor. Her head was back, her lips pursed, as she rubbed herself furiously with her right hand, only pausing intermittently to lick her fingers. Mike's first instinct was to turn away ... run before she could open her eyes and see him ... but then he remembered their conversation the day before. No hang-ups.
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When Mike walked into the den, Patty sensed his presence and opened her eyes.
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"Oh, hey ... you're up," she murmured dreamily as her son came into focus. "There's plenty of room on the couch and you can watch what you like on TV."
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Nervously he sat down on the last sofa cushion, his mother's foot only about 2-inches from his head. Television be damned, he couldn't take his gaze away from his mother's self-pleasure. Then he noticed something that he hadn't noticed when he first came down the stairs, a cucumber half swallowed by his mother's pussy.
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Mike was transfixed by the whole affair. After noting that the dark green cucumber was thick and bumpy, he focused on how the silky flesh of her lips enveloped it. Her face and breasts were sweaty scarlet.
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"As long as you're sitting there," Patty murmured breathlessly, "can you help me a little?"
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"Help?" Mike mumbled, confused.
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"Yessssss ... take the cucumber and slide it in and out."
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"I ... I don ... "
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"Pleeeeease, Mike! Pleeeeease," Patty implored.
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Turn About is Fair Play

Part-3-of-4

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Even more nervous, Mike got up from the couch and positioned himself so that he could grip the exposed end of the cucumber. She was so wet that it slid in and out with ease, and within a few seconds he could feel the slight tightening of her body and her pussy. Then Patty let out a loud scream as her pussy started to spasming so hard that he could feel it clenching down on the cucumber almost as if trying to pull it in deeper. Her eyes rolled back as her trembled through her orgasm.

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Breathless, she placed her hand on his, as a signal to stop moving the cucumber. She lay there drenched in sweat, panting.
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"Wow," Mike almost whispered.
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" Yes, it feels really good to be filled up like that. Thank you for helping me out,” smiled Patty as she removed the cucumber and let it drop to the floor.
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Mike had never seen a woman masturbate like that before, and the experience hit his subconscious like a ton of bricks. When he removed his boxers and his hard cock slapped against his mother's bare thigh, she chuckled.
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As his mom watched, Mike sat down on the couch, leaned back, and began to slowly stroke himself up and down. Patty now sat erect.
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"Honey, if you keep doing that with no lubrication, you're going to rub the skin right off of it. Hold on, I'll be back in a second." Before he could answer, Patty sprung up from the couch and ran out of the den. Moments later she returned with a jar of hand cream. Placing the jar on the coffee table, sat down next to him. Then she took a big blob of hand cream in her palm.
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"OK, Honey. Take your hands away for a sec..."
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"Bu ..."
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"Shhhhh!" Patty hissed. "Just let it feel good."
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First, Patty took Mike's erect cock in her hands and smeared it with the soothing cream. Then she pressed her left hand flat against his chest and began stroking him very slowly and lightly with her right.
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As she stroked him, Mike's cock grew in size and hardness. His masculine scent inspired Patty to quicken her pace and increase her grip in slight increments. She could feel him breathe, each breath becoming shallow. As his head lolled back against the couch, she could feel his balls tightening with her pinky. Then his body tensed and warm spurts of her son's cum coated her hand, mixing with the lathered hand cream. As his tremors subsided Mike took deep breaths.
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"Thank you," Mike whispered.

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In a panic, Patty raced to the bathroom, leaving Mike breathless on the couch. As she adjusted the knobs, mixing the hot and cold waters to a stream that was just warmer than tepid, she peered at herself in the mirror. "What have I done?" she thought to herself yet again. Her heart became tightened at the nagging ache of doubt and fear. She despised herself for opening up what could be a floodgate resentment and shame. She felt small in the little room, whose silence broken by the hissing of the running water. She felt small, but only for a brief second because she remembered that Mike had thanked her for bringing him to orgasm. Maybe there was hope after all, she thought as she washed the pearly slick mixture of lathered hand cream and cum off of her hands.
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Looking in the mirror, Patty noticed a glossy-slick wet spot on the side of her neck. She was surprised that she hadn't felt it land on her despite her focus on Mike's pleasure. She was delighted. She swiped the pad of her index finger through the viscous liquid, and brought it swiftly to her mouth, savoring her son's flavor as she suck and licked it off of her finger. Mike's cum was like Alice In Wonderland’s cake, making her feel so tall that her head would hit the ceiling. A flush of warmth embraced her, and she was no longer afraid.
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When Patty emerged from the bathroom, Mike was fully dressed and sporting his backpack. He hugged her, gave her a peck on the cheek and thanked her again. Then he was off to study with his friends at the library on the campus of Mountain View College. And Patty listened to the Laguna rumble off into the distance.
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The remainder of that Friday went by without incident. Patty and Mike's father had pork chops and mashed potatoes for dinner but Mike caught a burger and fries out with his friends.
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Saturday.
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Mike showered before his date with Linda. He’d spent the better part of day adjusting the throttle valve cable on the Laguna.
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Even on a brisk autumnal morning Mike's father was hard at work, conducting business between the eleventh green and the twelfth tee. He came home after sunset, and Patty in the kitchen. She could smell the Beefeater cologne exuding through the pores of the slowly loosening skin of his stubble-covered cheek when he hugged her. Hard cock through gabardine dug into her belly and she knew that he'd have her.
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Mike's father brought the same no nonsense force to the bedroom that he did to his business. Patty lay across the bed, her ass half-hanging off the edge. Her ankles rested on Mike's father's hunched shoulders as he gripped her calves. The rhythmic clapping of naked flesh reverberated through the room, mingling with masculine sweaty grunts, for the better part of an hour. Patty's body jiggled with each thrust, her hair fanned out over the bedspread. Though she felt Mike's father's hard cock plunging in and out of her body, her mind began to drift.
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Patty began to wonder about Mike's date with Linda. She could picture them, making out in the backseat of his Laguna. She pictured Mike flicking his tongue over Linda's pink nipples, feeling and caressing her taut body with his soft hands.

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As Patty began to identify with Linda, her imagination took on Linda's point of view, until finally she and Linda became one. She could feel Mike's tongue. She could feel Linda's pleasure building, her desire driving her half mad. She let out a soft moan that goaded Mike's father to plunge into her even harder and faster.
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Patty/Linda unbuttoned Mike's jeans and slid them down to his ankles, so that he was bare from the waist down on the backseat of the Chevy. She gently held Mike's nipple between her teeth, and then slowly kissed her way down his body to his lap. She sucked the inside of each of his thighs, and then ran the tip of her tongue up the underside of his stiffened cock.
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The head of Mike's cock was like a salty-sweet cherry lollipop. She took it between her lips and swirled her tongue around it. Patty wanted her son's cock. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to taste his balls.
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Mike's father's thrusts became erratic, and Patty was catapulted back to reality. He emitted a grunt and a roar as Patty felt the warm flow of her husband's spurting cum filling and coating the inside of her worn hot pussy. The slick fluid conducted enough stimulation to send her over the edge, and she felt a brief flush of ecstasy.
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Silently and swiftly, Mike's father strode around to the other side of the bed, lay down, and spread his legs apart. Pulling herself further up onto the bed, Patty crawled over to her husband's side. After giving his beefy body a couple of pre-sexual kisses, she then started licking up their combined juices. Tasting the sticky smooth tartness as she scrubbed his cock and balls clean with her tongue.
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Mike and Linda sat on the loveseat, awash in the azure glow of the black and white Zenith in the basement rec room of her parent's Willard Avenue Cape Cod. They barely noticed that Midnight Special had ended, and Night Gallery was playing on the late show. Linda's mother had long since gone to bed and the silence was broken only by the sound of Roddy McDowell being tormented by ever changing paintings.
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Mike nibbled and sucked on Linda's neck as she cooed and sighed. Working his hands up under her blouse, he enveloped the rigid satin cup of her bra with the palm of his hand. She in turn had her hand on the inside of Mike's thigh, with her fingers intermittently making contact with the swelling cock and balls encased in his tight jeans.
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Opening up his jeans and slid them to his ankles, Mike proudly revealed his hardened flesh.
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"I'm sorry, Mike. I can't tonight", Linda murmured.
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"Can't?"
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"No, I can't."
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"Why ... uh ...?", Mike stammered.
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"I have my monthly friend."
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"Oh", Mike said dejectedly.
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"Well, it's not fair for me either," Linda whined. "I wanted you to fuck me."
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"Oh. Far out."
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"I can still make you feel good," Linda sheepishly proposed. She gripped Mike's hard dick and started to stroke it.
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Mike tried to get into it, but Linda's unskilled hand yanked and squeezed his stiff meat in spasmodic jerks. Thinking about the smooth-gliding rhythm of his mother's hand and how she made him cum so easily and skillfully, Mike chuckled at the comparison.
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"What's so funny?" Linda demanded.
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"Nothing, I just get a little ticklish."
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"Silly," Linda cooed. Then she noticed Mike's that he was limp. "You've gone soft," she whined.
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"There are other ways to make it hard again," Mike grinned.
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Linda's eyes flashed with the intensity of the electrical emissions of an approaching thunderhead. "Mike, we've talked about this before. I am absolutely not going to put your cock in my mouth. That is disgusting. I've told you that before."
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"I know we’ve..."
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"Then why are you even asking? Obviously you don't respect me."
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"Of course I do, but..."
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"Then why ask?"
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"I thought..."
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"If that's what you want from women, Mike then go find some whore to do it, but don't come back to me afterward." Then Linda shot up to her feet and headed for the stairs. "I'm going to bed. I have to be up early for church. If you want to apologize, you can call me. You know the way out." And then she was gone.

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Dejectedly, Mike pulled up his pants, tucked in his flaccid cock, and headed for his Laguna and home.
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Sunday came and went with no change in the situation.
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Monday.
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Mike awoke to a staring match with his alarm clock, and 10am won.
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Turn About Is Fair Play

Part-4-of-4

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When he padded downstairs to the kitchen, Patty was seated at the table sipping her earl gray.
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"Morning."
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"Morning."
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Patty waited for a little while, until Mike filled his glass with orange juice and then sat down across from her. She didn't quite know what to say so her apprehension to talk hung over the table like a dark cloud.
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"So, how did your date with Linda on Saturday go?"
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Mike sullenly looked down at his juice. "Not so hot."
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"I'm sorry to hear that."
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"Yeah, well… you can’t win um all."
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Both mother and son stared at their beverages during the awkward pause that seemed to last for hours, but in reality was only one or 2-minutes.
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"I heard you come in on Saturday night. Would you like to talk about it?"
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"Linda..." Mike started but couldn't figure out what to say next. He knew that he and Patty had a new era of openness, but the fact that he struck out with his own girlfriend was too embarrassing to even admit to himself, much less his mother.
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"Yes?"
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"Well, let's just say that I asked Linda to do something for me and she got very upset."
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"Oh. May I ask what it was that you wanted her to do?"
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Mike's face turned a pinkish shade of crimson, a dead give away that the problem was sexual. Taking another sip of her tea, Patty tried to approach the issue as delicately as she could as Mike's mother. "Was it something of a sexual nature?"
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"I wanted ... I wanted her to ... put my penis in her mouth and she freaked out."
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Patty almost audibly giggled but managed to hold it in, "She's that uptight over oral sex?"
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"Yeah. She thinks its disgusting."
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"Oh honey, it's not disgusting. Oral sex is wonderful. It lets you please your mate, while you really get to know their body."
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"I know. Paula used to suck me. I really liked it when she did that. But Linda won't have any part of it."
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"She really has some hang-ups, doesn't she?"
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"Yeah."
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A long pause settled into the conversation like a dome of high-pressure air. Patty and Mike each searched for the words to say next.
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"Mike, I know that ... I know that we've done some things ... but if we would do ... if we'd do something like that, you'd ... we'd ... have to be very, very sure that it's what we'd want to do. You can't put the genie back in the bottle on that one."
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"I know."
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"Please don't get me wrong, Mike. I love you and I really do enjoy helping you get off ... but this ... this would be..."
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"I know. I don't want you to do anything that would make you feel weird, or make you feel bad."
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"Thank you."
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Silently Mike gulped down the remainder of his orange juice and Patty finished her tea.
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"Mike?"
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"Yeah?"
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"If ... if you'd like me to help you cum, you can come over to my side of the table."
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Standing, Mike slowly removed his boxers and walked over to his mother's side of the table. She cleared away her cup and saucer, patting the table as an indication for him to sit there. Quickly he hoped up on the table and sat on the table in front of Patty. Pushing his legs apart, Patty filled the palm of her hand with her warm saliva and then reached for her son's cock. The moment she touched it with her fingertips, it began to twitch and harden. She felt it grow and warm in her hand as she slowly stroked it up and down.
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"Ummm, that feels so good. Linda had no idea how to do that," Mike whispered as he closed his eyes and lay back on the table.
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Flashes of Patty's imagined scenario from Saturday night danced in and out of her consciousness. Her own words about the genie and the bottle echoed in her head, but at the same time she became noticeably wet. She was face to balls with her son as her hand glided slowly up and down his shaft. As he writhed and moaned in ecstasy, Patty stood and gently held her son's balls in her other hand.
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"I'm getting close," moaned Mike dreamily, his eyes still closed.
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Patty's mind's eye was filled with visions of that delicious lollipop from Saturday night. Unthinkingly, she slid her hand down to the base of Mike's shaft, and stopped stroking.

Suddenly Mike felt a searing hot wetness envelope the head of his cock. Alarmed, he quickly opened his eyes and propped himself up on an elbow. The first thing he saw was Patty's moist lips stretched around the head of his cock. As their eyes met, Patty fluttered her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, concentrating on the spot right under the head. Eagerly she sucked him deeper into her mouth and began to slowly bob her mouth up and down on his shaft. Mike's balls began to tingle, and he could no longer hold back his orgasm in.
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Balls erupting, streams of Mike's hot gooey cum filled Patty's mouth. Its acidic metallic bitterness clung to the roof and walls of her mouth, and coated her tongue. Moaning, she momentarily reveled in her son's flavor.

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Mike and Patty were cordial for the next couple of days, but kept an uneasy distance from each other; that is, until Patty walked into the den the following Friday and found Mike masturbating while watching reruns of Alice on CBS.
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At first they were both caught off-guard. Each stood their respective ground. Mike looked into his mother's eyes as he continued to masturbate.
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"I really shouldn’t..." she stammered, all the while her eyes transfixed by the motion of Mikes hand sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. As her pussy rapidly flooded, Patty sleepwalked over to the couch and sat beside Mike. his eyes never leaving hers, as she placed her hand over his and stopped his pumping motion. "Here, let me", she said softly. "Just watch TV. Don't look at me like that."
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She began jacking her son off, lightly, gently, but as time went on her strokes became more vigorous. By the time that the closing credits on Alice rolled up the screen, Mike's breathing was erratic, and Patty noticed his toes flexing and curling. She quickly grabbed the black bakelite ashtray from the coffee table and held it under the tip of his cock just as his whole body tensed and streams of gray milky cum spewed out. She licked clean his cum-covered tip and then sucked the rest out of him, so that he wouldn't drip on the couch.
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After Mike finished cumming, they had an open and frank discussion about what each of them liked, sexually. It was probably the most honest moment in their lives to that point. he and Patty agreed that, even though they were both conflicted, that they wouldn’t let their little escapades interfere with their relationships with other people. No open mouth kissing, or anything of that sort. And they were fine with that, at least on the surface.
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The next evening, Mike's father drove into New Haven to dine with a client.

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In the kitchen that evening, while preparing dinner, Patty began to hum the old familiar strain of Duke Ellington's Mood Indigo. She hadn't heard that song since she moved out of her parents' house when she married Mike's father, and she wondered why it popped into her mind now.

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After their quick fish stick dinner, Mike asked Patty found themselves in the den sitting on the couch watching television. Boldly Mike asked her for a blowjob. Hungrily, Patty enveloped the full length of Mike's hard cock in her mouth, the velvety feel of his super-hard shaft sliding between her lips made her wetter than she'd ever been. Patty’s head bobbing up and down in her son's lap, her slippery hot tongue snaking its way around his hard cock for nearly 10-minutes. Lustfully, he began to buck, mashing her nose into his pubic and against the flesh of his stomach. Her top lip pressed against his body, her bottom lip against his soft balls. Valiantly, she kept pace with him, sucking him. Mike's cock began to grow. It began to expand. Patty struggled to open her mouth wider and wider, until the wedge like pressure was so severe, she briefly wondered if she'd be split apart.
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Mike felt an urgent tingling in his balls that was spreading up his stomach to his chest. As his cock twitched and jerked wildly in Patty's mouth, he moaned, "Ummm, mom, I'm gonna cum."
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A lightning hot flash of anger overcame Patty. She swiftly lifted her mouth off of Mike's throbbing cock.
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"Don't you EVER say that! Don't you EVER call me 'mom' while I'm blowing you! It's rude, and it's completely inappropriate. When I'm giving you sexual pleasure, my name is 'Patty', not 'mom.' Do you understand me?"
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Startled, Mike nodded silently.
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Patty's was upset, but not so upset that her mouth didn’t returned to Mike's now softening cock. She licked it like an ice cream cone until Mike exploded in her mouth.
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Mike continued dating Linda and occasionally fucking her, but since his mother was now regularly sucking him off at home, he no longer pestered her for blowjobs. Due to natural progression, with in 6-months Mike was eating his mama pussy and with a year, fucking her brains out.

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The End…

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