I went to watch the Wales versus Ireland rugby game on Saturday. I'm not a follower of rugby, but any excuse for a drink in the company of lots of men gets my vote! Unfortunately when I have had a few drinks I get a little cocky and think I know it all, which was obviously not the case at the weekend. With just having had St. Patrick's Day I was all for Ireland winning the game, and made a bet with a bunch of Welsh supporters that Ireland would win. I offered to bet ??20 but they said if I was that sure I should make it ??100. I guess the drink bolstered my confidence so I agreed, even though I didn't have that amount of money with me.nnIt all started so well, but it was soon obvious that I had made a bit of a mistake, and throughout the match the guys were getting full of themselves about taking my money. I phoned a few of my friends and asked them to come bail me out, but they had gone to Liverpool shopping and wouldn't be back in time. I decided there was only one thing for it, and that was to get drunk! I went to the bar to get another bottle of wine and thought about sneaking out, but one of the guys had followed me and escorted me back into the pool room that had the big screen.nnIt was only half time and I could already feel the effects of the first bottle of wine. Some of the guys were playing pool and I watched them for a while. They were both pretty useless, which gave me an idea. I would wait until after the match and offer to play them and make the bet double or quits. nnBefore long the game restarted and for a minute I hoped Ireland looked like getting back into it, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. I poured myself another glass and carried on with my original idea of getting drunk. Pretty soon the game ended with Wales emerging victorious and winning the Grand Slam. The guys were shouting and jumping around in celebration and I thought for a minute that they had forgotten about our bet, but no such luck. nn"Come on then girl, pay up" one of them demanded.

This awkward escapade is something I always remember with sinister pleasure and embarrassment at the same time. I guess it depends who it is I am telling the story to. My mom has a sister Jennifer. She is younger than my mother. My mom is forty five and aunt Jennifer is thirty nine. One of the most thrilling and outrageous aspects of this story is that my aunt is married for a number of years and has a nine year old son. I would not say that aunt Jennifer is as athletic as my mom, but she is definitely one of those good looking "aged to perfection" types of women. She has a nice butt, big boobs, and some tummy fat. I wouldn't say its in any way a turn off at all. She looks hot.nnSo, anyway, aunt Jennifer has a house and a pool. In the summer mom and I don't have much to do so she invites us to her house to have dinner, talk, hang out by the pool, and have some beer or wine. Whenever we come to her house for one of these nights we may bring some food of our own and my aunt will cook something in addition to that. It was June nineteenth and, as expected, aunt invites me and mom to her house because it is Sunday. In addition to that, it was excruciatingly hot and it would be really nice to jump into a cool pool of water.nnIt is four pm. Mom and I get into the car and my mom drives to the aunt's house. As I look outside I see this really hot girl walking by and soon I realize I have a hard on in my shorts. I didn't pay much attention to it, because, like I said earlier, its really hot, and I haven't jerked off for a number of weeks. Just didn't feel like it for some reason.

Liz was so shocked at what Helen and Alex were asking her that she almost dropped her glass on the floor. The couple was staring intently but trying not to pressure her with their faces, making for awkward expressions. Liz didn't notice, as she could not look either of them in the eye for a moment. "I'm sorry," her eyes stared at the table, "I must not have heard you correctly." nn"Yes, you did," a matter of fact statement typical of Helen. "Meet us here, at this time, or don't." Helen slipped Liz a card with a list of time, place, and all sorts of instructions on dress and preparation. The very last item Liz's eyes scanned over was titled "safeword: ___", followed by the words "don't forget it!" That told Liz she had definitely heard them right. nn"Any questions?" Alex asked.nn"Can we negotiate this first?" Liz wanted to make sure the things she really didn't want to do would not be included. Unfortunately Helen and Alex did not grant her such a privilege. nn"Be there or not," Helen reiterated, a sweet smile spreading into her soft voice. "No more questions." Then, to Alex, "it's time to go." As Alex stood to leave he smiled at Liz then gave all his attention back to his wife. nnLiz thought she had heard him whisper, "Yes Mistress," but she couldn't be sure. As they stood up to go Liz was reminded how tall 5'9 was looking at Alex, and how short 5'3 was looking at Helen.

Heavy bass thrummed through Victor's body, mixing with the alcohol and bringing the whole world into sharp focus. He thought that he'd like to stay like this, right here, forever. To simply be lost in the music, letting it set his soul on fire while his mind followed it to another world. yes, this was heaven.nnHe didn't dance, though. He's never felt comfortable. Despite being handsome, fit and totally in love with music, he'd simply never acquired the taste for it. Sometimes with enough to drink and a good enough DJ, he might get out on the dance floor, but only when he was absolutely sure that he was not going to remember it the next day. Everyone else was doing it, but he was still. well. embarrassed.nnSo instead he hung out near the edge of the dance floor, watching as hot bodies swirled and writhed out in front of him. The air was thick with moisture and smoke, lending a kind of surreal haze that the lights only server to compliment, giving the dancers an ethereal quality. nnThis was not necessarily the way most people would spend the day before Valentine's, but he didn't have the worries right now that a lot of people did. With no girlfriend to speak of, and no pressing desire to find another, he was neither out looking for a last minute gift nor wallowing in self-pity. He was just enjoying the music.nn"Hmm, hey there." A voice, low and smoky and full of promise, floated up out of the noise behind him. With the voice came hands, soft and feminine and placing themselves on his shoulders.nn"Uhhh, hey.

Endlich! An diesem Tag war es mal wieder soweit. Endlich wieder Mallorca. Endlich wieder Sommer, Sonne, Saufen. Nachdem ich mir vor zwei Jahren mit ein paar Freunden nach dem Abi zum ersten Mal den Luxus geg?¶nnt hatte nach Mallorca zu fliegen, stand in diesem Jahr f??r mich nun der Dritte Besuch auf Deutschlands beliebtester Ferieninsel an. Dieses Mal flogen ich und mein bester Kumpel Jens alleine. Ich bin ??brigens Christian und war zu der Zeit 20 Jahre alt. nnWir hatten die Reise "Last Minute" direkt am Flughafen gebucht und so ein echtes Schn?¤ppchen gemacht. Somit war noch gen??gend von der Kohle ??brig, die ich mir durch einen Ferienjob in den Semesterferien verdient hatte. Diese Kohle hatte ich beschlossen, wollte ich dieses Mal gro??z??gig auf den Kopf hauen und es mir mal so richtig gut gehen lassen. Die zwei Jahre zuvor hatte ich jeweils eine Freundin zuhause gehabt und na ja was soll ich euch sagen, es gibt nichts d?¤mlicheres als zum Ballermann zu fliegen und nicht frei zu sein, f??r alle Gen??sse, die El Arenal zu bieten hat. In dem Jahr war ich jedenfalls solo gewesen und als wir ca. zwei Wochen vor der Reise zum Flughafen gefahren waren, um die Reise zu buchen, freute ich mich auf zwei Wochen Party total.nnAm Flughafen angekommen, klapperten wir s?¤mtliche "Last Minute"-Schalter ab und lie??en und ausf??hrlich Zeit mit der Buchung unserer Reise. Dabei checkten wir schon mal so nebenbei ein bissel die M?¤dels ab, denn es war ein ziemlich hei??er Tag und es gibt doch nichts Sch?¶neres, als M?¤dels in kurzen R?¶cken und Tops. Am Ende der Reihe der Reiseb??ros, war die gr?¶??te Kundenschlange und wir stellten uns direkt hinter zwei s????en M?¤dels an, die sich auch erst kurz vor uns in die Reihe gestellt hatten. Jens und ich flachsten ein wenig herum und als die M?¤dels merkten, dass sich hinter ihnen noch jemand in die Reihe gestellt hatte, drehten sie sich um. Das M?¤del, dass direkt vor mir stand, war ziemlich gro??. Fast so gro?? wie ich. Ich bin ??ber 1,90 m gro?? und ich sch?¤tze mal, dass sie in etwa 1,80 m gro?? war.

Because of his job, encountering delayed flights, angry passengers and rude employees on his way to the airport was nothing new to Dave. Typically he would leave on a Sunday night or Monday morning, returning Wednesday or Thursday to finish up the week back home in the office. But this was no normal trip -- while to many a trip to Cleveland may not seem exciting, they would be wrong. Dave left for the airport straight from the office on Friday. Instead of the normal hotels his company booked for him, he had upgraded to the suite for the weekend. nnThis weekend was the result of much anticipation, waiting, and excitement. Dave was finally meeting his friend Molly. They met online and had been chatting, emailing, calling, and flirting for months now. It just so happened that work was bringing Dave to her neck of the woods this week. Dave decided to come out the weekend before so they could spend some time together. nnOf course, now that the weekend was finally here, Dave had been sitting in the plane on the tarmac for 3 hours, due to thunderstorms. Fortunately the storms seemed to be clearing. Dave had been texting Molly, so she knew what was going on and understood, but Dave still felt bad. They had dinner plans and were going to go out afterwards; he certainly didn't want to miss a minute of it! A friend had dropped her at the airport where Dave was meeting her and using the rental car on the company for the week, taking her back home Sunday night. So he knew that she probably was as bored and anxious as he was.nnFinally the captain made the announcement to buckle seatbelts because they were about to take off. Dave breathed a sigh of relief and excitement and texted Molly one last time, letting her know. It had been a long day. Dave leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, excited but wanting to be well rested.

Preface: The sex in this story begins on page three, in the section titled, "Mom's seduction," and the mother-daughter incest begins on page six, in the section titled, "The most forbidden fruit." Between these scenes is one called, "I'm going to fuck your daughter now ."nnThe first two-and-one-half pages are a fantasy of a different sort and contain no sex. When her petite and darling young lover Kara reveals that she lusts for her virtuous, struggling single mom, model-perfect 28-year-old Susan Smith, lesbian epicure extraordinaire, suspects that the girl is being manipulated.nnUpon investigation she discovers that the voluptuous 36-year-old mom really is the paragon described by Kara, and is on the brink of financial disaster.nnExtremely-wealthy Susan provides a magnificent life-changing gift. She also invites mother and daughter to join her for a lengthy vacation on an idyllic private tropical island. This is the setting for the scenes named above.nnThe character Susan Smith was introduced in "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," also on this Web site. It is not necessary to read that story to appreciate this one.nnSusan loves and lusts for sweet young women, and her greatest thrill is to introduce them to the erotic pleasures of girl-girl sex. As an "angel investor" in a movie studio specializing in high quality lesbian erotica, Susan has ready access to willing candidates for her wanton passion. She satisfies this in carefully paced, sensuous seductions in her secluded mansion, where girls who have never known the touch of another woman but are seeking "adventure" are brought slowly to the point of begging for lesbian love.nn"Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied" describes one of these trysts. This story's Kara and Susan came together in another.nnPart 1 ??“ The GiftnnChapter 1 ??“ An urgent messagennSusan's pager beeped its distinct tone as she came out of a business meeting in Zurich, signaling that one of "her girls" had left a message on the hot line she set up in case they ever got in trouble, or needed help. Once back in the hotel she immediately made the call.nn"Hi Susan, this is Kara. I'm all right," the message on the machine back in California began. Smart Kara ??“ to state that important fact first, so that Susan would not suffer unnecessary anxiety.

HinnOk then, here it is. For those that have been following my blossoming lust for my mother, this is what you have been waiting for. Well at least a lot of you have told me in the comments and e-mails I have received, that you have been eagerly awaiting this. At last I am writing about it, telling you all about it, pouring my heart out about how I sucked my mother's tits. nnIf you have read the previous parts, you will know the score, so you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven't read them, I would strongly suggest you do. You see the accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked. In most parts, and particularly in this one where my mother features strongly, I refer back to what has happened in previous parts, so they should be read in the sequence I wrote them.nnNevertheless, whatever way you do read them, I hope you enjoy them and get as much pleasure and excitement from reading them as I do from writing them.nnPlease feel free to leave whatever comments you wish or e-mail me if you prefer.nnnnnnChapter 1nnI had thought about it so much over the past few months. It was something that had begun to consume my mind. It had become an obsession, a desire, a fantasy, a want and a need. And now I was about to satisfy that need. Yes I was about to suck my mother's luscious, big tits!nnColin, my mum's "friend", had taken the photos for the Berlin Erotic Arts Festival. The portfolio of nineteen shots was entitled, rather naffly I thought, Mother and Child Reunion. It was made up of shots of mum and me naked. He had explained that the final pose was not a photo. Instead, at the festival, she and I would pose in real life.