Charles Smythe's Adult Stories

Slut Princess

Part-2-of-2

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“No, Daddy you were right,” she told me through her remaining sniffles, “I was bad and you were right to punish me. Thank you for correcting my bad attitude and showing me the proper way to behave.”
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An instance of déjà vu rushed through me at her last comment.
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“Where did you learn that from?” I ask not sure if I want to hear the answer.
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“From Mom, when you used to punish her. I wasn’t sure I would enjoy it as much as Mom seemed to, but I did. I enjoyed it a lot Daddy. I can feel my pussy juice dripping down my legs. Check for yourself, Daddy. As you said, I’m not much in a position to argue with you,” my daughter told me, her voice filled with lust.
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I rub her ass more as my daughter wiggled her hips. I let my hand trail down between her legs and found that she was shaved clean.
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“I started shaving my pussy when I was 16. I knew you made Mom keep hers that way so I did it hoping that some day you would like mine that way too,” my slut daughter told me.
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My fingers find her soft lips. They are as wet as she said. I slide a finger between her lips, rubbing gently back and forth.
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“Oh, Daddy see how wet my young pussy got for you. Please don’t stop Daddy. I promise to be good and do whatever you say if you just don’t stop. I was so close to cumming when you kicked that guy out.”
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I rub along her slit and Tiffany jumped as my finger made contact with her swollen clit. I ease a finger back along her slit and let it slide up her tight hole. I gently slide it in and out, teasing my daughter’s pussy with my finger.
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“Oh that feels so good Daddy. Put another finger in me Daddy, finger my hot pussy with your hand,” she begged.
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I slid another finger in and move around so my other hand can find her breasts. I pinched her nipples as I continued to stroke my fingers in and out of her wet pussy.
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“Pinch them hard Daddy. Pinch my nipples hard. They’re so sensitive and I want you to pinch them like you used to do to Mommy when you made her cum. Please make me cum Daddy. I want to show you how much I love you and how much I like what you’re doing to me,” she begged.
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As she requested I pinched her nipples hard and I began to fuck her with my fingers hard too, slamming them in and out of her fast. She began to buck her hips and with another finger I began to rub her clit.
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“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Daddy. I’ve wanted this for so long. Yes, fuck your daughter’s slutty pussy with your hand. Oh, Daddy, Oh,” she wails as she drifts off into the place where people go when words no longer make sense.
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I can feel her pussy spasm around my fingers as she cums. I keep up my actions and she cums again. I finally pull my hand away, leaving my daughter to try and catch her breath.
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“Put your hand up to my mouth Daddy. Make me clean my cum off your hand.”
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I place my hand to her mouth and she gently licks and sucks my fingers of all trace of her pleasure. As for me, I began to feel confusion over the situation. It would be very simple for me to pull out my hard cock and do whatever I wished. I stood, uncertain for a moment and then walked back out onto the balcony. I got to the other door and walk inside.
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“There you are. Are you alright?” my wife asked when she saw the look on my face.
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It took only about 5-minutes for me to confess the event to my wife. I was so ashamed of what had happened that I couldn’t even look her in the eye.
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“And you didn’t fuck her?” she asked when I finish.
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“No, I just… touched her.”
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“So where is she now?” my wife wanted to know.
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“She still in her room, right where I found her.”
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“Oh my god, Charles. You can’t just leave her like that,” my wife said as she jumped from the bed and headed out the balcony door.
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I waited in our bedroom about 20-minutes for my wife to return. I figured she was trying to explain to our daughter about what had happened. Comforting her so as to minimize any trauma that I may have caused her. I also thought about me. What I needed to know was what my wife was going to say to me. I’d played it all out in my head and was even starting to think about where I could get an apartment that I could afford and pay the alimony that she would hit me up for. I needed to know.
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I decided to sneak out onto the balcony to see what was being said about me. As I approached the door I didn’t hear any talking. I peeked in and was astonished at what I saw. On the bed were my wife and daughter. My wife was propped up on a pillow with her robe open and our daughter was between her mother’s spread legs. My lovely wife has her hands in Tiffany’s hair guiding her in her efforts.
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“Oh, there you are dear. I hope you don’t mind but I untied her. It’s just easier this way for me. We can tie her up again if you want to when she gets done,” my wife told me.
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Tiffany never lets up as we talked. Stunned, I move over and watched as she licked her Mom’s pussy, her hands fondling my wife’s breasts and teasing her nipples as she ate.
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“She’ll need some more practice at servicing my pussy though. But I figure that by the time we get back home she’ll know just how I like it,” my wife said as she looked at me through half closed eyes.
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“Looks like you’re enjoying this too,” she laughed, noticing the tent in my shorts. “You know you could give our daughter a self esteem problem if she thinks you don’t want to fuck her. We wouldn’t want that. Why don’t you slide your cock into her hot pussy and show her how much you really want it while she finishes me off. Then when you’re done, we’ll both give you a nice blowjob.”
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Pulling off my robe and shorts, I hoped up on the bed and got behind my kneeling daughter. My cock was harder than it had been in years, with a drop of pre-cum already forming on the tip. I took hold of my cock and slide it along Tiffany’s wet slit, teasing her with it.
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“I think our slut princess liked that Charles; she’s really licking my pussy good now. You better not tease her too much the first time though. Go ahead and stick it to her good. Show her how good you can fuck her hot pussy,” my wife encouraged.
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I ease the head in between her slick lips and then placed my hands on her supple hips. I eased about an inch in and then pull back out. Tiffany was making noises into her Mom’s pussy as she ate her. Teasing her, I slid a little bit in and then pull it back out, before holding her tight and slamming in balls deep. I couldn’t believe how tight her pussy was around my cock or how wet she was. I pulled out and slammed into her again, pushing her moaning mouth against her Mom’s pussy.
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“Sonja, you be a good slut princess and cum around your Daddy’s cock now. He’ll enjoy the feeling of your tight little pussy rippling on his cock and then he’ll give you a nice hot load of Daddy cum up your sweet pussy. And you can start sucking on my clit now and licking it with your tongue, I need to cum too,” my wife instructs our daughter.
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Tightening my grip on her hips, I continued to fuck Tiffany hard, fast and deep, making sure that my balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. I noticed my wife’s eyes closed and her face began to get flushed, the first sign of her impending orgasm. I pulled my cock almost all the way out, leaving just the head in between my daughter’s pussy lips. As soon as I saw my wife’s face clench, I slammed hard into Tiffany’s pussy.
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I push in hard twice more times and as a moan escaped my wife’s lips, I unload a torrent of cum up my daughter’s pussy. My own throbbing orgasm was made more intense when I felt Sonja’s muscles spasm in orgasm as she worked to milk my cock dry.
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When my wife pushed Tiffany’s mouth away from her over sensitive clit, Tiffany rested her head on her Mother’s stomach. While not as hard as I was, I remain thick so I took the opportunity to slide in and out a bit and enjoy the feeling of my daughter’s pussy cum around my cock again. I pulled out and let myself fall onto the bed, exhausted but happy.

The rest of our vacation took on an almost honeymoon type feel. We never really left the hotel except for a few trips to the local adult boutique for some toys and other items. Once we returned home, my wife and I agreed that there would be no more need for swinging. Not as long as our slut princess was around.

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Slut Princess

Part-1-of-2

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It was our first vacation as a family with our daughter as an official adult. This meant 2-things. One, she could take care of herself as far as going where she wanted to, and two, because of reason number one, my wife and I would be able to spend time pursuing our interests. Before, we would make distinctly separate trips, those as a family and those that my wife and I went on. Those were the ones where it didn’t do well to have a kid tagging along.
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Several years ago my wife and I got caught in the rut that married people tend to get in after awhile. Over the years we tried a lot of different things to spice up our love life, usually with great success. For example, like most people, when my wife drinks a lot of alcohol, she loses most of her inhibitions. Depending on your definitions she could be classified as submissive or very willing and open to new suggestions. We played around with the submissive side of the definition for several years until that too grew to be routine. We had done threesomes with other women so it seemed fairly progressive that we would move into swinging.
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We joined clubs and even took swinging vacations. We would hook up with a couple and go out to eat and maybe to a club, and then leave with the other’s partner. You can see where having your kid in the next room and wanting to talk to Mom could be difficult to explain. And I don’t even want to think about some of the more vocal partners I’ve had over the years waking my daughter up in the middle of the night. The next morning over breakfast we would swap back, hopefully with everyone having enjoyed themselves the night previous.
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So with Tiffany now over 18, we decided that we would try to combine the 2-together. She hadn’t been at the age where she wanted to go to amusement parks or sight seeing type trips for some time anyway. What we decided was a location where we would all find plenty to do. Our choice? Panama City Beach, Florida.
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We did our research carefully and found that there would be plenty to do in the area for an 18-year old girl. If nothing else I could give her my credit card and let her shop until she dropped. There were also clubs that catered to teens that were not old enough to drink alcohol but they could still have a good time. For my wife and I, we had met several couples on line and talked on the phone at great length about our get togethers.
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So with a reservation at a nice beachfront hotel, we were off. We spent the first day together as a family, doing the sight seeing thing and getting a feel for the area. We had lunch at a fabulous restaurant and went shopping for the required new swimwear. As the evening approached I handed Tiffany my credit card, some cash and a cell phone programmed with my own cell phone number. She already knew where she was going, and took off in the rented car.
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My wife and I made our preparations and went to the hotel lounge for a drink or 2-while waiting for our new friends to arrive. As sometimes happens, things didn’t go as well as we planned. After waiting almost an hour I called our friends to find out that the wife was sick. We relayed our disappointment and wished her well. They recommend a bar that the local swingers tend to hang out in that we checked out after a nice dinner. We meet some nice folks but no one that we want to swing with on a first time meeting. We still have a good time and head back to the hotel around ten o’clock.
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We’d told Tiffany that we’d probably be staying out late, until at least 2 a.m. and for her not to worry about us. After a nightcap at the hotel lounge my wife and I head up to our room. My wife decided to take a shower and I open the mini bar and fix myself another drink. The suite we’d checked into had a nice living room type area and then the 2-bedrooms off to the side. The bedrooms both overlooked the Gulf of Mexico with a shared balcony. I opened the sliding glass door and was surprised at how much sound came from the crashing waves on the beach. A hint of the moon rising late in the evening danced across the waves and gave a soft glow to the beach as my eyes began to adjust.
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Along with my eyes adjusting to the dim light, my hearing adjusted to the night sounds. I was able to not only see people walking on the beach, but I could hear their muffled conversations. Nothing distinct enough to understand, but I had begun to learn how to block out the sound of the waves. I also thought I heard the sounds of lovemaking. I began to use my eyes to look for the source of the sound glancing up and down the beach. I moved a bit down the balcony and noticed the sounds got louder. And I was also able to tell from the sounds I heard that this was not lovemaking, it was fucking. And trust me, there’s a difference.
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That’s when I really began to notice where the sounds were coming from. They weren’t coming from the beach, but from the partially open sliding glass door to our daughter Tiffany’s room. I moved slowly towards the door listening carefully and was truly shocked at what I heard.
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“You like that don’t you bitch. You like me fucking your hot pussy don’t you? You little slut,” from a male voice.
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“Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. I love the way your cock feels in my pussy. Make me take it all, fuck me like the little slut I am,” from a voice that I recognized even though I had never heard those words from my daughter’s mouth.
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I peeked into the room and found that with the bathroom light on I could clearly see what was going on. There on the bed was my precious daughter Tiffany. It appeared she was on her hands and knees getting it doggie-style from some guy. Now I don’t care how much of an adult being 18-makes you, there was no way I was letting my daughter get fucked in a room I paid for. I throw the door open wide and make my presence known in the most polite manner I could manage.
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“Just what the hell is going on here? You think you can get your sorry ass off my daughter before I toss you off the balcony like day old garbage,” I roar.
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The guy pulled out of my daughter’s still humping pussy in record time.
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“Hey man, she told me she was 18,” he tells me thinking he got hooked up with some jailbait.
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“Her age has nothing to do with the fact that if you don’t get your shit and get the fuck out of this room right now, you’ll not live to regret it,” I continue to yell as I approach the guy.
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A very quick size up and a now deflating erection on lends towards his decision to grab his pants and pull them on as he picked up the rest of his stuff and heads for the door. Then I look back towards the bed expecting to find my daughter covered with a blanket. What I find is her still on her hands and knees, and she is mad.
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“I am 18-damn years old. I can fuck whomever I want and you don’t have the right to stop me,” she screamed at me.
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I move closer and that’s when I notice that she isn’t on her hands and knees. She’s on her knees but her wrists are tied to the headboard.
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“You know,” I tell her, “you aren’t in much of a position to be talking to me that way. And for the record, you’re right. I may not be able to stop you from fucking all the time, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you be a slut in a room I paid for.”
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“Fuck you,” was her instant reply.
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Out of instinct I walk over to her and land …smack… the flat of my hand across her naked butt. She jumped and lets out a yelp and I …smack… swatted her again. Over …smack… and over …smack… I spank her as I …smack… correct her …smack… attitude.
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“You will not …smack… talk to me …smack… that way, not now …smack… not ever …smack… again. No matter …smack… how old you …smack… get I am …smack… still your …smack… father …smack… and you …smack… need to learn …smack… to respect me …smack… for that. Do you …smack… understand me, …smack… girl?”
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Through her tears Tiffany apologized. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I promise to be good from now on.”
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It is when she finished speaking that I realize what I had done. By the light in the bathroom I could see that her ass cheeks were bright red from the punishment. I reach a hand out to touch her butt and she jumped as I feel the heat from the spanking. I continued to rub her ass while I talk.
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“I’m sorry Tiffany. I shouldn’t have done that.”
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”No, Daddy you were right,” she told me through her… (more…)

Living Dangerous

Part-1-of-3

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Their holiday in Galveston had been arranged to take their minds off the tragic car crash that had robbed Melissa of her husband and Collin of his father. Felix Smith had been on his way home from work when the runaway articulated truck first rammed his car and then just reduced it to a hopeless mess of glass, metal, and flames. Somewhere inside was what was left of Felix’s body. The Police said they had never seen a wreck as bad and identification in the normal way was impossible. The coroner was finally able to identify Felix’s body through his dental records.

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Training Mom

Part-5-of-7

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“I was thinking about how no one else has ever made me feel the way you do. It feels so right to have your body pressed against mine. Don’t you think so?”
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“Yes, I do,” she replied, her eyes twinkling once again. “But I was more interested in just being with you and spending this kind of time with you than I was with actually thinking about how it felt. I have the rest of my life to think about it. It’s much more fun to just let myself go and enjoy all the things I’ll get to do with you.”
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“Oh, really now? And just what were you planning to do with your baby boy, mother dear? Were you going to suck his hard cock with your hot little mouth?”
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“Mmmm! Yeah. I’d love to wrap my lips around that sweet cock and suck all that yummy cum out of your virile young balls.”
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“That’s good, mother. Because that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” I replied. Then I cupped her pussy and whispered hotly in her ear. “Before the day’s over I’m going to make you beg me to fuck this hot little pussy.”
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“Oh god, you’re making me so hot. Gawd, where’d you learn to talk to a woman like that?” she asked, whimpering with desire.
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“I just go with my heart, Mom. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock like a good little slut.”
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“God yes,” she happily cried excitedly as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her soft hand around my rock hard shaft. She licked her lips and admired all 7-inches of her only son’s impressive cock as she slowly slid it into her hungry mouth. She gave another whimper of pleasure as the head slid over her wildly swirling tongue. She cupped my ass gently and pulled me even closer so she could take my thick cock down her tight, wet throat. I gasped in surprise, and then moaned deeply as she swallowed repeatedly.
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The feelings that she was giving me were exquisite. I could definitely see why things got so loud when she was having sex with dad. Any man would make a lot of noise if they had someone as talented as my Mom pleasuring them. I looked down at her and saw that she’d been watching me. Her eyes danced happily at seeing how much pleasure she was giving me. She winked at me, and then slowly pulled her mouth back along my shaft until only the head was still in her mouth.
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I started to gasp again, but it died in my throat as she eagerly bobbed her mouth up and down on my cock, as her tongue dance hungrily over every inch of it that she could reach. I moaned loudly as her hand cupped my balls and gently rolled them around in the palm of their hand. My cock twitched suddenly and I knew that I was getting close to cumming. She must have felt it, too, because she sucked even harder and tugged gently on my balls.
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That’s all it took to push me over the edge. Almost frantically, I grabbed her hair tightly in both hands and roughly fucked her mouth for several long strokes. Then I screamed in pleasure as I cummed. As my balls erupted, I pulled my cock back so that I could flood her mouth with the cum that she so badly wanted. With a loud moan, she opened her mouth wide to capture every drop of my precious fluid.
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When I’d finished and had calmed down, I told her not to swallow. Then I slowly pulled my cock out, and then gently rubbed my glistening cock all over her face. When I was done, I told her to go ahead and swallow my cum, every drop of my come, but not to touch what was on her face without permission. I wanted to remember this, so I grabbed my camera from the table next to the chair and took a few pictures of her.
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She started to protest, but I shoved my cock back in her mouth and told her to be quiet. She looked like she was going to get angry, so I reminded her that she was a slut and that she was just a pussy for me to fuck whenever I felt like it. I told her that she was here for my pleasure and reminded her that she’d gone too long without a man showing her what her proper place was. As I told her this, I rocked my hips back and forth gently, pumping my cock in and out of her mouth.
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She submissively started concentrating on sucking my cock and I struggled not to moan in pleasure as she did it. All the time she sucked my cock, she shook her head from side to side. She was obviously trying to deny my words, but her talented mouth wrapped around my hard cock was proving that I was right.
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“Mmmm. That feels so good, Mom, you’re making me hard again. It looks like I was right about you being a slut and about you needing to be controlled completely. I’m right, aren’t I, Mom?”
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I slowly pulled my cock out and held it a few inches in front of her mouth. She leaned forward to take it back in her mouth, but I pulled it further away. She sighed in frustration and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Please let me suck your cock. I need it so badly. I love sucking cock, but yours is the best I’ve ever had. I can’t get enough of it. Please, Jimmy! I’ll do anything you want! Just give me more of your cock!”
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“Excuse me please, who?” I asked, stepping back. “And you haven’t answered my earlier question.”
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“Please, sir? May I suck your lovely cock again?”
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“Do you really need it that badly, Mom? Would you really do anything to get my cock back in your mouth?”
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“Yes! Oh, gawd, yes!”
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“Then answer my question. Are you a slut?”
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“Yes, sir! I’m a slut! Your own mother is a nasty slut!”
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“Mmmm. Good girl.” I replied, taking a step closer to her. “Do you need to be controlled completely?”
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“God, I don’t want to admit it, but yes. I need to be controlled and owned totally. I need to be owned and controlled by you. I need to be my son’s bitch. Please make me your bitch, sir.
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“Good, then get your ass on that bed, slut. Now!”
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“Yes sir.”
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Training Mom

Part-1-of-7

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The divorce had been finalized the previous week and we had just finished moving our things into the new house. Mom and I had decided that we needed to get as far away from dad as we could. So we used the money she’d gotten from the settlement to buy a house in another state. My dad, Dr. Jim Lang, is one of the best heart surgeons in the United States. Which means that he has one of the highest salaries of anyone in his field.
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So, obviously, the settlement Mom got from him was more than enough for us to live on for quite a while. Mom was even able to do what she’d always dreamed of doing since she was a kid. Mom loves animals and she’s always dreamed of owning her own farm. So, with the money the courts made dad give us, she bought a hundred acres of farmland in a small town in Kentucky. The huge barn had seen better days, but that could be fixed with a little hard work. But the house was my favorite part of the whole package.
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I don’t know much about houses, so I couldn’t begin to guess what style it was. It had three floors, a huge porch that wrapped all the way around the house, an enormous basement, and a very spacious two-car garage. The garage seemed to be a recent addition because I could tell that the house had been around for at least a hundred years. It was completely white except for the black shutters and roof.
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The people who sold us the farm didn’t throw in any animals to go with it, so Mom had to do a lot of calling around to find someone who’d sell us what we needed. Which means that it was left to me to make sure that the house got cleaned, all the boxes got unpacked, and everything was put away. I even had to fix dinner because Mom spent most of the day out of the house.
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She’d already found a really good job working as an assistant at the local doctor’s office. Mom had been a registered nurse at the hospital my dad worked at before the divorce. That’s where she’d first met and fell in love with my dad all those years ago. I came along a couple of years after they got married. They seemed so happy when I was growing up.
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But that was before Mom found out dad had been cheating on her with every young nurse that walked into that hospital. It seemed to be a sport for him. The moment he learned there would be a new nurse coming to work there, he’d do everything in his power to seduce them. From what I’d heard, he’d slept with every single nurse who’d worked there for the last ten years.
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You’d think that he’d have slipped up at some point. You know, accidentally calling out the wrong name while they fucked or forgetting he had some woman’s lipstick on his collar. But he was very careful to not leave any signs of his misdeeds where Mom could find them.
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However, he didn’t count on his latest conquest having a big mouth. The stupid bitch actually bragged about fucking my dad in front of my Mom. Well, that was the last thing she bragged about for quite a while. The moment the words were out of her mouth, Mom knocked her out with a wicked right cross. From what I heard Mom tell her sister, the woman ended up with a broken jaw and had been forced to eat through a straw for several months.
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My Mom is one lady that you should never make mad. She may not look very strong, but I’ve seen her knock even my dad on his ass after he pissed her off. And dad isn’t a small man by any means. He stands 6-foot 4, weighs about 265 lbs., and is solid muscle. My dad loves to work out and his body is a living testament to that fact. He even had a personal gym built in his basement so he wouldn’t have to drive to the one in town every time he wanted to work out.
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But that’s all behind us now. We’re far away from him and I hope we never see or hear from him again. I never could understand why he felt the need to cheat on Mom. I mean, Mom is one of the most ravishing creatures I’ve ever laid my eyes on. She’s 5-foot 8, weighs 135 lbs., and has 36C breasts. She has curves in all the right places and her body doesn’t show the slightest hint of sagging.
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At 36-years old, Mom has the body that most women would die for. If I didn’t already know how old she was, I would’ve guessed that she was about 10- years younger than she actually was. If I’d been dad, I’d have stayed home as much as possible and fucked Mom every chance I got. I’d have treated her like a queen and shown her just how sexy I really think she is.
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In fact, if I weren’t her 18-year-old son, I’d show her all the things I’d love to do to her. She’d never want for anything as long as I lived. I’d do my best to keep her completely satisfied in all ways. I’d fulfill all of her sexual fantasies and be the most loving partner she’s ever had. She’d never think of my dad or what he did to her ever again.
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I can’t count the times that I’ve lain awake at night listening to them having sex. Even though I couldn’t see exactly how they were doing it, I still imagined what it looked like when they fucked each other. And from what they said to each other during sex, I had a hunch that my suspicions were correct. I could just picture Mom on her hands and knees with dad’s cock buried to the hilt in her pussy.
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His hand would be entwined in her hair and her head would be pulled back as he pounded his huge cock in and out of her dripping pussy. Her breasts would bounce with every hard thrust as she pushed back to get even more of him inside her. He would call her all sorts of names while he fucked her and would make her beg him for more. Their last time together will always be ingrained in my memory, as it was the most exciting one of all. Well, the most exciting one for me that is.
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I had just come home from my date with the head cheerleader and was about to take a shower when I heard them in their bedroom. So, with a wicked grin on my face, I snuck into my room and stripped out of my clothes. Hearing Mom and dad fucking always turned me on and I couldn’t resist stroking my cock while listening to them. Plus, with the fact that my date didn’t let me fuck her tonight, I couldn’t help imagining myself in there instead of dad.
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I was shocked at first that I could have those thoughts about my own mother. Then I figured that all boys probably develop an attraction to his mother. I suppose that guys are naturally attracted to their mother from birth. She is the first person that a guy bonds with because she was the one to nurture him. She feeds him either by bottle or breast and she changes him when he craps in his diaper and she warms him and cools him. It’s also natural that he is jealous of anyone that comes between her and him. So, I figured, as long as no one found out, it wouldn’t be wrong to picture myself fucking her. Besides I’d never really do that with someone I was related to. After all, having any type of sex with your family is wrong as well as being highly illegal. So, pushing the thoughts of how wrong it was out of my mind, I pressed my ear to the wall separating our two bedrooms and listened.
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“Yeah, that’s it, slut. Ride my long, hard cock with your tight little pussy. You love having my thick cock in your horny pussy, don’t you, bitch?” Dad growled, as the wet sounds of their bodies slapping against each other drifted into my ears.

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The Whore

Part-1-of-1

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I’m not proud of a lot of things that I’ve done. I’m hoping, that they’re all behind me now but I don’t blame anyone who has their doubts. I have a reason for thinking that this second chance might turn things around for me; I’m in love.

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My name’s Cassandra and I’ve been in love too many times. My infidelities, lets just say that the short list of the ugliness is that I was a terrible wife and worthless mother. By the time my husband divorced me and took our 14-year old son Luke to live in Dallas I was 2-years deep in a coke habit. It’s a miracle that I didn’t end up dead. But I did end up homeless and on the street.
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For 2-months I lived and paid for my drugs by sleeping with strangers. That’s too clean sounding for such a dirty business: I fucked and sucked off strangers for money. Believe me there was no resemblance to ‘Pretty Woman’ either. I didn’t ply my trade in an expensive hotel. Occasionally it was in a sleazy by the hour or if I was lucky, a car. More often than not it was in an alley. I knelt on the filthy pavement in far too many dark alleys sucking strangers’ cocks for coke money. I never knew what was going to happen once I got into the alley. I’ve had johns that like to be rough, slap me around. I’ve been gang-raped and not paid. After being paid and the blowjob given, I’ve been beaten up and the money taken back. The only saving grace was that I was smart enough to insist on protection, but there was no protection from the humiliation.
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The miracle was Cathy, who took me in and helped me get cleaned up. She is more than the family I never had. It took me 2-years until I was in any kind of shape to even try and contact my son. When I did try, I made hundreds of phone calls from the California to Texas just to hear, “He’s not here” or “Call back tomorrow.”
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Cathy was my rock. She taught me not to expect too much and with her sound advice I finally got through to him. Over time my son, Luke and I were able to develop a loving long distance relationship. We wrote, called and e-mailed enough for me to say we know each other again.
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I’m not bitter at my ex-husband for keeping Luke away from me. He had no reason to believe I’d changed. When I first spoke to Luke, I could hear the anger of a son whose mother had abandoned him. But I was still his mother and thank God that was enough to keep him talking. It took over a year before he would say what I hadn’t heard since his childhood, “I love you mom.” I cried like a baby after I hung up.
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What I wasn’t prepared for was my reaction when we finally met again 5-years after he left. He came for a visit and to do some business for his father. Even though he’d sent me some pictures of himself, when he got off the plane, I saw the most beautiful face I’d ever seen on a man. Luke was only 19, but he looked like a GQ/model. Obvious, since he’s my son, he was a white male, a muscular 6-foot 3, 190 lbs, with wavy dark blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Before I’d even realized who he was, a line of electrical juice went through my belly. I hugged his firm body and he sat close to me in the taxi ride to his hotel. I wanted him to stay with Cathy and me but his father insisted otherwise.
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We’d planned outings to see all the typical tourist attractions and dinners at all the famous restaurants for the week that he would be here. I was beside myself with excitement, all kinds of excitement. I started beating myself up about it but the feelings wouldn’t go away. I told Cathy, “This is nuts but if I can’t talk to you I’m done. So here goes: I’ve gotten to love Luke all over again this last year because I see what a wonderful person he’s become. But seeing him in the flesh these last few days, I can’t get away from…shit…Cathy I’m physically attracted to him.”
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“Oh boy, Cassy honey you know I love you and I’m always here for you but you should think long and hard before you do anything about this. You know you haven’t been out with anyone in months and maybe that’s getting to you.”
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“I know Cathy, and you of all people know that’s not like me. I was always a sexual being, and in my stupidity that’s one of the reasons I ended up on the street, but I just haven’t been interested for the longest time, until now that is. I feel alive again; I’m thinking about him every hour of the day but I don’t want to screw things up with my son for the second time.”

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He moved very gently at first but then he started to get really fired up. Before she knew it, Angie was demanding, “Ohhh… baby… honey… yessss… its feeling fucking god now… fuck me hard!”

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Part-2-of-3

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“Ohh shit Mom …I think that I’m going to …” Brock’s voice trailed off as his cock began to convulse. Angie leaned back, slipped a hand down and pulled the waistband of his shorts away from his body as he began to squirt cum.  Brock wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down harder against him.  
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When Angie felt his cream erupting between them she began to shudder as her own orgasm began to wrack her body. Her pussy was spasming in pleasure as he held her down tightly.
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“Fuck yeah baby… I’m cumming too”, she screamed.
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The couple’s orgasm finally subsided just as the song was ending. Angie leaned back looking down. She scooped up some of his male cum and rubbed it on her breasts before lifting them and licking them clean.
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“Whew… well baby, what did you think?” she asked as she tried to catch her breath.

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Mother’s New Found Lover

Part-4-of-8

Justin’s surprise

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