One Sick Brother
Brother takes advatage of his drunk sister.
Brother takes advatage of his drunk sister.
This is a special “chapter” that is outside the flow of the storyline. I wrote it as a gift for the fans of this series, especially Rinoa, who took the time to PM me some ideas and constructive criticism, which I really appreciate and encourage. Rinoa thought there was something missing about who Clara is and how she came to be such a slut. This should help…
He slid his hard dick inside me and he began thrusting in and out. “Ooooooo Ooooooo oh Max give it too me oooooo.” My moans grew louder and louder and his thrusts became more intense.
Inside Me
—– 8 —
After a lot of begging with mom to let Montana and her little sister stay over the Labor Day weekend, she finally gave me the go ahead to get permission from Ean.
I didn’t really know why I begged my mom so hard. Montana would help get Ean’s stuff out of me either way and I really didn’t want the two of them meeting each other. But some part of me did. Ean knew I was friends with her than. I couldn’t keep them apart forever. My absolute biggest fear was having predicted right how well they would get along.
Ean really did like Crystal a lot, I never saw them together but I could feel that he liked her from the way he talked about her to me over the phone when they were dating. She was almost perfect for him. Almost. Ean was trying everything on her. He was just too late. She was already damaged goods. Montana. If, and I hoped everything against it, if he took to Montana – she was still young. Untarnished. The only hope of me believing that Ean would think of her as too young went out the door with my virginity.
Ean said I was young, but I pushed him. I told him that age was nothing. He knew it already but I did my absolute best to reinforce it. Whatever barrier he had left crumbled as I dropped my body onto his penis.
Math class Monday wasn’t really the place to talk about cleaning out my vagina so we refrained until lunch. That was when I learned about a douche. I was getting pretty scared as she talked about it but she said she had done it once before. I didn’t know though. Sticking a tube that far up into me and squirting water to flush out my brother’s cum.
First of all, I didn’t want anything inside me except my brother and his cum. That carried over into the second of all, I felt guilty washing him out of me. Montana said that there wouldn’t be much left anyways, but probably enough to send of a red flag to a gynecologist.
The conversation carried over from lunch where I walked with her to the middle school. It was about a fifteen minute walk.
“Yeah, mom usually douches when she’s on her period and dad is in one of his happy moods.”
“Is, is that the one I’m using?” I asked a little scared and disgusted.
“No, I found hers and asked what it was and for some reason she bought me one. You’ll use that. I only used it once and I was clean to start with. I just wanted to see what it was like.”
I smiled awkwardly. For some reason, I was comforted that I was going to use her douche. At least more so than using her mom’s.
We reached my old middle school just as masses of kids began funneling out. They all looked so young to me. I guess being around high school people all day made me expect all kids my age to look like that. Even though I was just barely out of that middle school.
A young girl came running up to us. I put the excitement in her face and somewhat familiar characteristics into what was most probably Montana’s sister.
“Is this her, his sister?” she jittered in an almost annoying little girly voice. I had to blush a bit from the attention though.
“Yes Bentlee.”
“You’re really pretty,” she told me. That must have turned my face a deep shade of red. “I can see why your brother likes you so much.” She just wouldn’t stop. Blood was pouring into my face.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Montana said as if it just popped into her mind, “Bentlee was in the room with me the last time I called. You know, when I had to yell at you.”
The little girl was beaming at me as I tried looking away. I wished so much she wasn’t there right then.
“Don’t worry,” Montana said looking at my undoubtedly purple face, “she’s part of the club too.”
“What club?” I asked not really wanting to know.
“Club Ean!” Bentlee almost shouted. It was the most uncomfortable situation I had been in in a long time. It was incredibly embarrassing but at the same time, it made me feel really special. I was Ean’s sister. I felt so popular. At least with them.
Montana must have seen my extreme discomfort and started leading the way to her home.
Bentlee stared at me the whole way to her house beaming with a bright smile. I wondered how much Montana had told her about Ean and I. Montana seemed to notice her little sister.
“Don’t mind her. She would give anything to be in your position. She liked Ean ever since he started dating Crystal but when she found out about you two, she got some crazy idea in her head that Ean likes all younger girls and now she thinks she has a chance with him.”
“I’m only one year younger than her,” Bentlee protested.
“Two years Bent, you’re only twelve,” her older sister scolded.
“Yeah, for only two more days,” she scoffed.
“Besides, you don’t have what it takes up here,” Montana said tapping her head.
I felt almost like a third wheel, but I knew that I was the whole focal point of the conversation. We arrived at their house and I had to shamefully realize that I was surprised at how well off they were. Montana’s appearance didn’t really project well what her house did.
They weren’t overly rich or anything, they were easily at my level. I guess though with Crystal, money would become a little tight. When dad died, he had insurance and workers compensation. That pretty much was putting and going to put Ean and I through college wherever we wanted.
We entered and went straight up to Montana’s room. Bentlee tried following but her sister pushed her back and closed the door.
“Does she know what we’re doing?” I asked embarrassed.
“Yeah, pretty much. But I don’t know why she wants to watch.” Montana got onto the floor and pulled out a box from under her bed. She opened it and pulled out something that almost looked like a weird baby’s rattle in a plastic bag. She pulled it from the bag and handed it to me. “This one is a bulb one or something; my mom has one with a giant bag on it and a long hose. She said this one was easier for beginners. Now we go to the bathroom.”
I followed Montana to her door and out of it as she opened it. Bentlee was almost hugging it. I really didn’t want to be the one holding the thing in my hand as she stared from it to my face. I hurriedly walked into the bathroom before Montana. She shut the door in her sister’s face and turned around to take the thing from me.
“I cleaned it before after I used it, but we should probably do it again.” She headed to the sink with it and turned the water on.”
“When did you use it?” I asked curiously.
“About a year ago,” she said while rubbing it down with soap and water. I stood there uncomfortably not knowing what to do. I watched her filling it up with water, then she handed it to me. “Ok, now I guess you lie in the bathtub and then put it in you. Then you gently squeeze until it’s all gone. You can probably use the bath faucet to fill it up with warm water and do that for a few times until you feel clean. I’ll be outside.”
I looked hard at the douche in my hands unsure of everything. I didn’t want to be alone in my new friend’s bathroom overflowing my vagina with water and spilling it out into her bathtub.
“Why, why did you only do it once?” I asked.
“Well, I looked it up online afterwards and apparently it can cause infections and possibly make you infertile.”
I immediately pushed the object back into her. “No, I’m not doing it then.”
“Calm down. That’s only a possibility if you do it a lot. This is just once. And you’re going to the gynecologist tomorrow so they will be the first to see if anything is wrong with you and fix you up before you even notice anything. It’s better than them finding your brother’s sperm in you.”
“No, I don’t trust myself. The last time I put something inside me on my own, I almost destroyed my insides. The first time I put something in me, I thought I broke my virginity and I did partly.”
“Well, do you want me to call Ean to come over and have him do it for you?”
I was getting scared and it was showing. I never knew putting a penis or even a hairbrush inside me could cause so much pain but it did when I tried on my own. I knew what that thing, that douche, could do if I put it inside me. No way. But I had to do it. That’s what was scaring the daylight from my face.
Montana was just looking at me oblivious of what to do. I had gotten the go ahead from my mom for her to spend the weekend at my house and I knew I could persuade Ean. She knew that too. She would want to help me anyway regardless of that.
“Well,” she started, “I’ve done it before so I have experience. I could do it again maybe, for you.”
My weakened neck sprung up for my eyes to face hers.
“I’ve seen my sister naked before and myself, so it’s nothing new. Just have to push and squeeze something inside you. I’ve done it to myself.”
I really didn’t want what was happening to me but it was the only way. It was a moment where I would put my trust in her to a test. Montana looked pretty uncomfortable with it too. I could so easily strip naked to my own brother as he stared at me emotionless but it was this hard for me to take my pants down in front of a girl friend who was as uncomfortable as me.
“Only, only if you really don’t mind. I don’t want to make you,” I said uneasily.
Montana looked up to me and smiled awkwardly. “I don’t mind. It’s what girl friends are for. Besides, your Ean’s sister; it’ll probably be the closest thing to seeing him down there you’ll ever let me get.”
I didn’t know whether to smile or grin. It didn’t make much sense to me how she figured that. Just because we were related. But it did make me feel special.
“Ok, you have to take you pants and underwear all the way off. Probably your socks too. I can refill it for you in the sink but your feet will still probably get wet when it runs out of you.”
“Can’t we do it on the toilet maybe?”
“Well, I did mine in the bathtub. If you did it on the toilet, I might not feel as confident.”
“Ok, bathtub than.”
Obviously, my shoes and socks were the first to go. Then, I came to my more revealing clothes. I lingered on my belt but soon that was unbuckled. I popped the button on my jeans and shyly unzipped the zipper revealing my panties to Montana.
She noticed me uncomfortably eyeing her I think and turned around. I pushed my thumbs under my panties and slid them down with my pants. I dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them. Montana turned back around and looked.
“Wow,” she said; then catching herself, she blushed.
“What?” I demanded. “Tell me, we’re friends, tell me.” Was there something wrong with me? What surprised her? She said she had seen herself and her sister naked before.
“Well, I just thought you naturally had smaller breasts. I didn’t know you were actually that young.”
I immediately looked down to my vagina. I had pubic hair, not a lot but it was there. I was fourteen though. I had seen the drawings in the health books; I was young compared to them. I pushed my hand over myself covering that region from her view.
“I’m just late, that’s all.” I was so embarrassed. I regretted it all already.
“Don’t be shy. Ean obviously loves you. Any girl in the world would be crazy not to want to be you. You have the Ean gene.”
She was seriously obsessed with my brother. “He’s only my half brother you know.”
“I’ve seen pictures of your dad; I know where it comes from.”
“Can we just hurry up,” I begged as I climbed into the bathtub. Montana walked over to me and got on her knees as I reclined back.
“Ok, just bend your knees a little bit and keep them open. And trust me, young really looks good on you.”
The last thing I wanted to be doing while opening my naked legs to another girl was blush, but Montana had apparently made that her goal. From there, it was mostly silent between us. I was trying my hardest not to panic and Montana was trying her hardest not to mess up.
Slowly, she pressed the tip of the plastic tube into my slit. She fumbled around a bit before pulling it back out.
“What’s wrong,” I choked.
“Nothing, just a little dry.” She reached up and grabbed a bottle of conditioner. Popping open the lid, she squeezed just a little bit onto her fingers. She closed it and set it off to the side. I watched her nervously as she coated the tube with a thin layer of the soap.
She wiped the rest from her fingers on the side of the bathtub and lowered the syringe back down between my legs. Slowly, she eased it in. It was almost gliding in. She turned her head to me and smile. Feeling how smoothly it rolled into me and how well things were going so far, I smiled back.
“Does Ean feel like this?” she asked.
“He’s much bigger, and warmer.” I could feel the base of the plastic syringe push into my slit.
“Here we go,” she said. All of a sudden, I felt myself fill up with warm water. I looked down to Montana’s fingers squeezing the rubber bubble just outside my vagina. I was lost in the feeling.
More and more water poured into me. Then I could feel it starting to pour out of me. The warm liquid ran out of my hole and down my butt crack. I could see a small stream running down to the drain. Montana pressed harder on the bubble and water began almost splashing out of me. I could hear it like a small river falling an inch to the ceramic floor.
I looked up to Montana who was staring intently at my privates. I didn’t know what to think of it. All her focus was on my vagina as it poured free the liquid she squeezed harder and harder into me. I watched her fingers meet as the water ran out of the bulb.
Slowly, she slipped it out of me staring at it. She watched intently as the entire length pulled from my vagina glistening with liquid. The tip popped out from me and she looked over to me looking at her face.
“Sorry,” she blushed, “I just never did it to another girl. Definitely not one as pretty as you.” My face burned in heat from that comment. I didn’t know for what reason though. Had I had my pants and underwear on, I would have taken it very innocently. But I didn’t have those on and I didn’t really know how to take it. “If you’re comfortable now, you can do it and I’ll just wait outside.” She looked truly flushed with embarrassment.
“No,” I said sympathetically with a little bit of curiosity in my voice, “you keep doing it. It’s just so new; I wouldn’t be comfortable by myself.”
“Ok.” She turned around quickly and headed to the sink. I looked down at the stream of liquid still dripping from me down toward the drain. It looked clean. Maybe a little bit of what could have been semen. It might have just been my mind wanting to see it though.
Montana came back and dropped to her knees. Again, she moved the plastic nozzle to my slit. Slowly, she pressed in. I watched her as she tried her best to look casual, not staring to intently at what was happening but not knowing where else to put her eyes. The base of the tube touched my lips and she began squeezing. This time, she started off harder.
The warm water flooded into me again and almost immediately began falling out. Montana began looking more and more uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to do for her. Our positions had switched somehow. I was the one so exposed yet she looked worse off than me. I guess maybe because she was the one right there. Her hand was an inch from my most sensitive flesh and one wrong move could put her in a very awkward situation.
I didn’t know what I would do if she touched me there. I guess I would have just accepted it as an accident. I couldn’t get mad at her. Not after what she was doing for me.
Montana filled it up two more times before we both became so uncomfortable that we agreed it was enough. She handed me a towel and I got up to dry and dress myself as she spent her time cleaning the thing off and out.
Montana opened the door and her little sister almost fell back into her feet. Bentlee had been sitting down with her back leaning against the door.
“Don’t you have a life,” Montana scowled to her.
“I thought you were coming out earlier, why were you in there so long, did you watch her do it or something?”
“Why do you care so much?”
“Did you see any of his stuff come out of her?”
I pushed at Montana to retreat to the privacy of her bedroom. I really did not want to be the subject of that conversation. Bentlee looked up to me beaming. Montana and I hurried into her room ignoring the rest of what she was saying.
As Montana walked over to her bed to put the thing back in its box, I struggled to think of something to say that would take our minds off of what just happened. She pushed the box back under her bed and turned to me.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Bentlee anything about it.” She paused in thought real quick. “So, look around, what do you think I’ll need to bring to our slumber party.”
I smiled at the change of subject and started gazing around the room.
That whole day had ended well enough. I fell asleep that night with some very weird thoughts, but in all, I was very glad it was over and I was cleaned out and ready to face the gynecologist.
The next day at school was as repetitive and tedious as usual. I had my one friend though and that brightened up math class and lunch; although we didn’t really talk much that day. I went home that day to find Ean watching TV. My appointment was in an hour and mom didn’t pick me up for school.
“Maeghan,” Ean called as I tried sneaking back to mom’s room. I was so afraid that he was about to tell me that he was taking me to the appointment.
“What?” I asked a little worried.
“What’s this about a slumber party mom’s telling me I’m in charge of?”
“Umm, I keep forgetting to ask, but, is it alright if my friend and her sister come to stay this weekend? You know, we talked about it before.”
“I never said I was up for it.”
“Please Ean. I’ll do anything.” If he rejected me, Montana and her sister would kill me. I had told them I was taking care of everything, and all they needed to do was pack for it. “I know you’ll like Montana.” That was my trump card but unfortunately I had no idea how to use it right.
I was positive he would like Montana. I didn’t know if he knew that but I suspected he did. I really didn’t want him to like her though. But she was trusting me to keep her away from her aunt’s house.
“I guess I can do it, if you really don’t want the whole weekend alone with me.”
Damn him; making me choose between him and my only other friend.
“Trust me Ean, I’ll make alone time for just us if that’s what you want.” I smiled seductively innocent. He just grinned back.
I saw mom turn the corner down the hallway from her room and come toward me.
“Sorry honey, I lost all track of time.”
“Where you going?” Ean asked curiously as if he felt left out.
“Doctor’s appointment,” I said before mom could say anything.
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This is the second part of my affair with the babysitter and another.
I have two half brothers, one two years older than me and one to years younger
Another Chapter down, hope those of you who like the story are continuing to enjoy it. I got a little more character development done and brought another important player for the direction I have in mind for the story into play. I know the story is going slowly, however I’m writing that way because I want it to unfold properly and keep the quality of writing up. As always please leave feedback or Message me with questions. Thank you all again for reading.
I turned and put the envelopes into one of my bags before heading to the Valet with Sindee to retrieve my car. We drove back to Sindee’s and moved my bags in. Besides the two from my room there were 4 more bags in the trunk of my car. When I decided to move to Las Vegas, I packed up my clothes and personal belongings, sold everything else. Traveling is a lot easier if all you have to carry with you are 6 bags. We spent the rest of the afternoon getting my stuff organized and relaxing. My mind was on the letters sitting in my bag. I didn’t know which one worried me more, the one from my brother or the one with the old wax seal. I hadn’t seen or spoken to my brother since I was 16 until chance brought us together at the hospital a few weeks ago. We barely said anything to each other at that time either. It was unlikely that the letter contained good news.
The one with the wax seal presented a different issue. The archaic seal could have been used by almost any type of supernatural being or even a mortal with a flair for the overly dramatic. The first thing that concerned me about it however was that among the Supernatural races the ones most like to use such a seal were Vampires. While there are many younger vampires in the world; they are usually the foot soldiers and modern face of the species. The older Vampires are much more dangerous than the young lady I fought with. The older the vampire the more time they’ve had in order to gain in strength and abilities; and to make matters worse they have the patience to play the long game. Marcus taught me to avoid Vampire politics at all costs; to not reveal what I am to them. Thinking back to the night I fought the bloodsucker in my hotel room; I had yanked the curtains open to give me light to see by meaning someone could have seen the fight if they were watching her. There were too many possibilities; I needed to stop speculating and do some research.
I also had to tell Sindee about my world and soon before we moved any further in our relationship. If I was going to try to awaken Sindee to the greater reality I needed to prepare a few things and make a couple of calls. I wanted to make sure that if and when I did this, it had the highest chances to succeed without having a detrimental effect on Sindee. What scares me about doing this is simple to explain. Most Mages I’ve met are singular beings. While some Mages form cabals, basically a group of mages working together sharing knowledge, they are still disparate individuals. I have yet to meet a Mage is a relationship other than casual hook-ups. This concerned me when I first thought about why that would be and I came to an answer I didn’t much like. Because as Mages we had the ability to impose our will on the world, including on other people, we tend to do so without thinking about if we should do so. This idea bothered me because of what I did the first night here in Las Vegas. I didn’t actually change her mind as much as lower Sindee’s inhibitions leaning her in the direction of doing what she felt like over what she thought was best. I always saw the distinction as a gray area before. Now, if I knew a Mage or other supernatural being used a power on Sindee I would seek their destruction with the full measure of my abilities and willpower. It’s strange how emotional ties can alter ones perception easier than Magick.
The first call I made an attempt to get ahold of Marcus again. Many Mages, including myself, tend to stay on the move. It gives us more opportunity to learn and makes it less likely that someone will come to know us and accidentally discover our secret. The longer one stays in one place the more complacent and relaxed they become. The measures taken to keep our secret become lax. There are so many dangers in our secrets getting out that we are very protective of them. I’ve spoken of Hunter’s briefly before, I’ll go into a little more detail now. I had been staying with Marcus training for 9 months and was learning how to manipulate the Spheres at this point. Learning to Sense each of the Spheres comes quickly as once you understand that while they are each different, sensory magic is very similar no matter what you’re trying to detect. We had gone into the woods outside of town so he could teach me how to manipulate Life so that I could learn to heal myself and others. He was showing me how to speed up growth and regeneration on plants before we moved up to complex life forms. Never perform Magick on anything unless you understand what it is you are trying to do. While we were working a man stepped out of the woods into the clearing. He was around 6 feet or so, looked to be in his 60’s though he could have been older; it was hard to tell in the shade of the trees. He wore a pistol on his hip and had an old Winchester rifle aimed at Marcus. “Been a while Marcus, you aren’t an easy man to find,” he spoke loudly from across the clearing. “You gonna try to hide from me forever?” There was a trace of southern accent in his voice but I couldn’t place it exactly.
Marcus turned to face this man and spoke clearly, “I told you last time Jackson, stop following me or it will end badly for you.”
“That was 30 years ago, and I didn’t have a clue as to what you could do then. I know now and you’re going to pay for what happened.” I looked closer at Marcus closely when Jackson said this. Marcus looked like he couldn’t be older than 25, even when using my senses with the Life Magick we were practicing today I wouldn’t put him any older. Marcus stood about 5’8” and weighed in around 180. “You’re all abominations and shouldn’t be allowed to live in this world.” As he said this he pulled the trigger, I felt Marcus pull Magick and knew he was doing something. I immediately turned to dive behind the closest tree. As good as my reflexes were, they were no match for that old man’s speed with a rifle. Jackson worked the lever on the rifle as he swung it towards me; guilt by association I assumed. I was in the air as I felt intense pain in my left shoulder from the back. This being the first time I’d ever been shot, I was unable to focus past the pain to help Marcus.
“Jackson stop now or I stop holding back,” Marcus was back on his feet staring down the older man. “You have no idea what happened or why I left. It happened before you were born, and all you’ve been told are the memories of a bitter man.”
Jackson swung the rifle back at Marcus firing as soon as he was lined up in the sights, “You’ve been too long in the world and it’s time for you to die!!!!!!” he screamed as he worked the lever firing 4 shots in quick succession.
They each stopped about a foot in front of Marcus as though they hit a wall. I felt and saw Marcus throw a crackling bolt of Prime energy itself at Jackson. He screamed and fell to the ground curled in pain as Marcus walked over to him. Marcus tossed Jacksons rifle and pistol away and placed his hand directly on the man’s forehead. I had no idea what Marcus was doing and couldn’t concentrate enough to read the Magick he was performing. A few minutes later Marcus stood up and walked over to me. He placed his hands over the wound on my shoulder and I felt the flow of Magick. The pain ceased immediately, but the shoulder started to itch as I could feel the wound start to close. The itching came for torn flesh and tissue stitching back together. When it was finished even the skin of the surface showed no sign that it had ever been damaged in the first place.
When we stood up and I looked around, Jackson was gone along with his weapons. Marcus looked like he was in pain, his joints were creaking and his movements were slow. I understood then what the Prime energy he threw at Jackson was. It’s one of the first active spells of Prime mages learn. It makes you feel as though all of your bones are rubbing against each other, grinding into dust in the body. Nothing is actually happening except the sensation is excruciating to the subject. Because he actively threw the effect it caused a backlash for Marcus. Marcus would be suffering similar effects as Jackson. Marcus could have avoided the backlash by casting the spell in a way that if blending with reality instead of breaking it. The more seamlessly our spells blended into reality and were acceptable to everyone the less likely or severe the backlash. There are other ways to reduce the likelihood or severity of backlashed but those take time and power to learn. I had known Marcus was a knowledgeable and power Mage, I now knew he was a Master of at least the Sphere of Life to be as old as the conversation hinted at.
“Marcus, how old are you in years, not body,” I asked.
“I’m a little over 80 years old and have been a Mage for more than 60 of them. I told you when we met that most Mages don’t die of old age or natural causes.” He smiled, “It’s up to each mage to learn how to extend their life on their own because there are many ways magic can do so. We aren’t immortal as you just learned the hard way. I had known his family before my change and shared my secret with them after. His father was a friend as kept wanting me to bring his the same kind of power I had, not willing to believe that I couldn’t do so. Mages can’t just be made at will. While a mortal can be awakened to the greater reality, it is rare that this becomes the Awakening of a Mage. When I explained this he accused me of betraying him and his family and tried to kill me. I was forced to stop him and it put him in a wheelchair the rest of his life. I didn’t have the knowledge to repair the damage I’d done. That’s what started my wandering. Now you know my sad tale as I know yours. You’re ready to continue on your journey Andrew, as I need to continue on my way.” With that he handed me a simple card that had a phone number on it, “That is so you can try to get ahold of me if you need to. It’s not a direct line, but a point of contact that I check from time to time. Leave no details, just a way for me to get back to you.”
We left the woods shortly after that and parted way at his home. He took a few bags out to his car and headed north as I did the same and headed to the west. We haven’t seen each other spoken since, the only contact we’ve had were the deposits I made into his accounts from the investments we made together. That was the first encounter I had with hunters, there have been others but Jackson was the only “Witch” hunter. Most hunters I have run into were Vampire hunters. I’ve seen many of them die because they were messing with things beyond their understanding. I’ve also seen groups of hunters that were very well equipped both with knowledge and weapons. These groups are the most dangerous as I’ve seen psychics and hedge wizards and others working with them as I traveled. I had a close call or two in my time travels but have so far as I know remained unidentified to them.
The second call I made was to the realtor to check on the purchase of the land and to get the architects number to schedule an appointment with them. I wanted to get the land purchased and include the mineral rights in the deed. I also wanted to get with the architect as a lot of design went into a Mages home. We needed to have all the usual amenities that every home had, but also needed some space to build a Sanctum. A Sanctum sounds so mysterious and I know you just pictures a dark stone room with an alter and strange symbols carved into the wall, or something similar from literature or movies and while some magic users; hedge wizards and Mages alike; go for that kind of gothic or dramatic look as that’s how they were taught a Sanctum doesn’t need to be that. A sanctum can be as small as a closet however I do prefer a little more space. What takes a sanctum and turns it into a Mage’s Sanctum is the time and power expended to place Wards all around the room. Again, I’m not speaking of carvings or spells written in blood or other such materials, wards are protections from each Sphere imbued into the physical construct. When you have a room properly and powerfully enough warded you can practice all forms of magic in there both coincidental, the blending of magic with accepted reality to hide it from sleepers, to what would be called vulgar magick, spells that break the fabric of accepted reality. A good example of this would be if a mage had to fight in the open and had no choice but to resort to using fire to stop their enemy. While a mage of even moderate power could easily throw a fireball down the street after an enemy everyone who saw it would create such disbelief that the backlash could easily kill the Mage as the spell backfired on them. A smarter mage would look for a way to make it blend into reality to be possible, like as the person was running past a utility box or near to maintenance access, having a gas line burst, engulfing the target in a ball of fire. While unlikely this is more acceptable to the masses and the mage may get away with no backlash at all or one of minimal effect on them. Even when there are no sleepers around outside of a properly warded sanctum, Vulgar spells usually cause some form of backlash as it is the break in reality not just the witnesses that cause this.
The next item on my list was to get registered as a student at UNLV. I was already an Investment Broker and Councilor as a profession, that had nothing to do with taking a couple of classes while here in the city. Students have access to the colleges’ library including any special collections related to the classes they take. As I have said before what a mage can do is limited to the Magick they could draw upon and knowledge of what they were trying to do. You’ll find that if or when Magick becomes acceptable to the general world that most of the Mage’s are students of some kind, always trying to increase their knowledge there by allowing them to cast many more spells based upon that knowledge. I still had to choose other classed, however I chose economics as 1 class as it dealt with my profession in the event anyone did look into my while I’m here in town. More than anything I was hoping to find some other Mages to share knowledge of the city with; it was a long shot but still possible.
The next week flew by as I waited to hear back from Marcus and started my first class. Sindee and I didn’t see each other as much as we did before I moved in and I was missing the time we spent together. Between my classes and meeting with the Architect during the days and her working night shift at the hospital we only saw each other in the early mornings when she got home and sometimes for dinner before she left for her shifts. I know I was getting depressed by this, as I wanted to spend more time with her. I decided to surprise at lunch this evening. I picked up dinner from one of the restaurants I knew she liked and took it in to her at work so we could spend sit and talk. We laughed and talked and all too soon she had to return to work. When I left for the evening, I felt better but all the more urgent about trying to arrange for her to be awakened. I didn’t want to lose her, and while that could still happen, it would if she didn’t know about my world and how to protect herself from it when I wasn’t around. I went back to the house after we finished and pulled out the letter from my brother. I’m not going to go into what was in it other than to say two things. My father was still ok, and it wasn’t good news that could bite me in the ass down the road some. Basically, it was for the most part what I expected as well as something I didn’t. We’ll come back to this in the future, say at the time that it bites me in said ass.
When Sindee got out in the morning it was the start of her weekend. We both decided to get some sleep before going out for the day. We took Sindee’s car and went out to Lake Mead, spent some time on the water with rental jet skis. When we arrived back at her house there was someone sitting on the trunk of my car, mostly hidden in shadows. I told Sindee to pull up along the curb and stay in the car. I hit the power locks as I got out of the car, “If any trouble starts call the police on your phone and drive away.” I closed the door before waiting for a reply. I moved sideways into the yard, putting distance between Sindee and I, yet not moving closer to the person sitting on my car. I called out, “Can I help you with something?”
The figure shifted, sliding of the trunk still standing so that the face was still covered in shadow. I called out again, “If you’re here looking for trouble you’ve chosen the wrong place. It that’s your intention, leave now or else.”
“Strong words from someone so young,” was the reply from our shadowed visitor. There was something familiar about the voice, but I was sure I’d never hear it at the same time. Then the figure stepped out of the shadows into the light, “Is that how you talk to all your old friends when you called them, and they drop what they are doing to come see you.”
The young man that stepped out looked to be around 14 to 16, he had short trim black hair, was about 5’6” and I couldn’t give you weight but he looked healthy, not heavy or muscular but he wasn’t skinny either. I was about to tell him I didn’t know who he was and we weren’t old friends when I noticed his eyes, those I knew. You know how they say the eyes are the window to the soul, in some ways it’s true. A person’s years can be read in their eyes if you know what you’re looking for, additionally, even as your appearance can change though many means, the eyes don’t unless you intentionally cover them. “Marcus!!!” my surprise at his appearance filled my voice at first, “How nice to see you again.”
Marcus laughed at me, “that’s at least a better greeting between old friends. Who’s the young woman in the car, and what does she know?”
“Sindee is the reason I called you as she doesn’t know anything yet.” I turned to wave Sindee into the driveway smiling as I did so to reassure her nothing was wrong. I walked over and opened the car door for her. “Sindee I’d like to introduce you to Marcus, he was a neighbor before I moved her. Marcus, this is obviously Sindee.”
“It’s my pleasure to meet you ma’am,” was Marcus’s statement and he took her hand. His body jerked a little as he had to stop himself from kissing the back of her hand. Something of an old fashioned gesture for someone appearing as young as he did.
Sindee took his hand, “Nice to meet you as well Marcus. Please call me Sindee, ma’am makes me feel like an old lady. So what brings you to Las Vegas?”
Fortunately she was looking at Marcus as I’m the look on my face revealed that I had no idea what to tell her. Marcus on the other hand was apparently better at thinking on his feet this evening as he replied, “I’m getting ready to start classes at UNLV. I’ll be staying in dorm on campus; however the room won’t be ready until tomorrow, fumigation. Andy there had sent me an email when he moved into town and then again when he moved here. I can’t check into a hotel, they won’t allow minors to stay alone even if they graduated high school at 15. I came hoping to ask him to get me a hotel room for the night.”
Thank god for Marcus’s brain and Sindee’s heart because her response. “Nonsense Marcus, you’re staying here tonight, and you’re welcome to stay a few days to visit if you’d like. I’m sure Andy would like the company.” She smiled as she called me Andy, so did Marcus as he knew how I felt about that particular nickname.
“Thank you Sindee, I appreciate that. Tell me how is it you know Andy please.” Marcus picked up his bad from beside my car as we continued the conversation.
The rest of the night passed with Sindee and Marcus getting to know each other. Her relating the tale of how we met and then came back together while Marcus told her, and by extension me, about his current back story shortened to match a 16 year old genius instead of the man he was last time we saw each other. I planned to talk to him at length and find out what happened to him soon. Sindee and Marcus hit it off like old friends, which would make things simpler having him around considering their age differences, both their visually disparate ages and well as the years that separated their actual ages.
We all spent the next day together just hanging out, introduced Marcus to some of Sindee’s friends and got him settled into his dorm room. He wasn’t kidding about setting himself up as a current student at UNLV. I still hadn’t had the time to talk to him about any of the many issues I was juggling at the moment, nor about what happened to him when we left him at the dorm that evening. We were leaving the campus when a feeling passed over me that I can’t properly explain. I know it came from my connection to the Magick but had no idea what it meant. My life was getting to be way to interesting even for me. We drove back to Sindee’s, the whole way that feeling becoming more and more oppressive. It didn’t feel like I was being watched either directly or by Magick as I would have felt that; not being able to identify the feeling was putting my nerves through the wringer to the point that I was unable to keep my face from showing some concern.
“Andrew, you look like someone stepped on your grave. What’s bothering you?”
“I’m not sure, you ever just get one of those feelings that you can’t explain? The kind that you know there’s something wrong or coming but you have no idea what it is?” I replied without thinking. “I just got this sense of something …..” I trailed off as I realized two very important things. First, I was very close to talking of Magick and my gifts with Sindee, and second I remembered when I felt something similar to this; the night it woke me up a little over five years ago.
As I went quiet, Sindee looked over at me and immediately pulled over. She put her hand to my neck checking my pulse, “Andrew, you’re very pale, is everything alright?” I didn’t know how to answer that one, my heart was racing at the thought of losing Sindee like I had most of my family.
I knew my heart had to be racing and I didn’t want Sindee to decide I needed to go to the hospital. I focused on my breathing and slowing my heart down. “I’ll be fine Sindee, just an Anxiety attack for some reason. Let’s just get home, have a glass of wine and relax. You’re the only doctor I want to see tonight.” I was sure about the feeling but didn’t know what it meant. Did it have to do with a new Mage awakening, was it something to do with another attack like back then. My heart rate was starting to pick up again so I looked over into Sindee’s amazing eyes and slowed my breathing. I used her eyes for a focus in meditating, thinking of the time we’ve spent together, the stories she told me of her growing up. My heart slowed and my breathing became normal after a few minutes.
Once I had calmed down Sindee reluctantly agreed to drive back to her house and not the hospital. The feeling faded as we moved closer to the house and I was able to relax more, it was still in the back of my mind but felt more distant. It still concerned me a lot as I didn’t know the meaning behind it. Sindee and I decided to go to bed early, after lying down I feel asleep easily with her in my arms but the sleep was restless. I dreamed of the night I awakened and lost my mother and sisters. Dreams and memory usually fade with time; however one of the Mind Magick spells I used on myself was to improve my memory giving me total recall. A very useful gift in most situations but when you have to relive the worst night of your life in horrifying detail, seeing things that you didn’t process at the time like the blood pooling out on the floor from my father’s skull or the look of pure terror in my mother’s eyes when that man grabbed me by the neck. Every second in the dream felt like an eternity and even though I knew it was a dream I couldn’t wake myself. I finally snapped awake after reliving the entire attack, Sindee was leaning over me looking at me face. She pulled me against her and held me tight after seeing the look of anguish on my face.
I’d not dreamed of that night since shortly after getting out of the hospital that first time. After reliving it in such detail I felt raw and drained, like I went through a wringer. Sindee just continued to hold me and whisper soothingly into my ear that I would be ok, she was here for me. I pulled her tight into me wrapping her tightly in my arms and just let the tension leave me. It had been a half hour before Sindee fell asleep. I already knew I wasn’t going to sleep the rest of the night between the strange sense I’d had earlier in the evening and the nightmare of my Awakening. I got out of bed careful not to wake Sindee. I walked into the other room and got a small case out of my suitcases. The case held what Mages call Foci, object used for focusing our Magick. Mages who belong to the organizations that specialize in different Spheres are trained from the beginning to use Foci. Those Mages are unable to cast spells safely without their Foci, the tradeoff for them was that it made learning to cast easier. I never learned about Foci until after I learned to cast. I kept the Foci in the case for use with certain spells and effects. I looked through the case to the Foci I used for Correspondence, the Sphere related to distance and space. I pulled out the little charm I had given to Jamie and brought with me when I left home. It was a gold infinity loop on a necklace. I had to reasons for giving it to hear, first as I used it for focusing my spells I had a connection that would allow me to find it over great distance. The second and more important reason is the infinity loop was a representation of my feeling toward Sindee. Somehow looking at the Infinity Loop I knew we were meant to be together.
I took the necklace and charm in their little box out of the case and put the case back in my luggage. I looked at the clock and knew Sindee’s alarm would be going off in about another hour. I decided to make her breakfast in bed, I know it’s not a grand romantic gesture but I’ve also come to know it’s the little gestures at the right moments that most women remember with the most fondness. I’m no chef but I can cook, so I made her a nice fluffy omelet with sausage, cheese and salsa. A glass of Orange Juice and the all-important cup of coffee as well as some toast completed the meal. I threw a robe on and quickly snuck out back to pick a rose for the tray. I found a small almost dead rose plant poking over the fence. I pulled a bud that hadn’t bloomed from it and went back into the kitchen. I focused on the flower and my feeling for Sindee into the flower. The dry stem turned from brown back to green and thickened as the Magick gave back the life that the desert had been pulling from it. I slipped the stem into a thin vase allowing the stem to pull in the water. The flower itself started to grow and open revealing a perfect white rose, as the spell came to an end a single petal of the rose turned into a copper red color like Sindee’s hair. I carried the tray in just as her alarm went off. Sindee reached over and hit the switch killing the alarm. She reached over to her side finding the bed empty I heard a mumble that sounded a lot like my name before she sat up in bed and looked around the room.
I walked over to her side of the bed when she looked around and spotted me, “Good morning Beautiful, I thought you deserved to be pampered this morning.”
Her eyes lit up as she changes positions letting me set the tray down in front or her, “Thank you Andrew, you know you didn’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I knew that, and you more than deserve it. Last night was hard, and probably would have been impossible if we weren’t together. I have no idea what I’d do without you. I have something else for you as well.” I pulled the little box with necklace out of my robe pocket and handed it to Sindee, “That was something I gave to Jaime when she was six, I told her that the infinity loop symbolized forever and that was how long I would love my little sister. I love you and want you to want you to know that love is also infinite.” I stopped talking and could see the tears in her green eyes as I said all this.
Sindee lifted the tray off her lap setting it to the side on the bed and stood up, “I love you too, I was afraid to say anything about it because we’ve only really know each other for a few months and didn’t want to scare you away.” She stopped talking and stood on her toes as I leaned down to kiss her. This was a slow gentle kiss, with all the passion and attraction we felt for each other tempered by the emotions we shared. I felt something strange in my connection to the Magick, but it felt right, not like the sensation from the night before. When we broke the kiss, Sindee pulled the necklace out of the box and handed it to me. Reaching back behind her head, she turned to face away from me and moved her long silken hair out of the way so I could put in on her. We sat down on the bed and shared the breakfast I made for her. We both wanted to stay in for the day but Sindee had an early morning staff meeting at the hospital today and I had to meet the architect again to work on the plans. Even being a Mage with an affinity for Time Magick there sometime weren’t enough hours in the day to do what you wanted.
Sindee and I got ready for our days, she had her meeting and lunch with the girls before needing to come home and sleep for work that night. I needed to see the architect then needed to go find Marcus and get the real story of what happened to him. Last item on my list was perhaps the most dangerous. I planned to do a Seeking…..
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“How long have you fantasized about a sexual relationship with
your mother, Walter?” Margaret Kelly asked.
“Is that what she told you?” Walter raised his eyebrows. “That
I fantasized about it?”
“Is there something else I should know?”
Walter hesitated. “No. No, that’s it. I fantasize about it.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I’ve been fantasizing about it a lot these days.”
Margaret squirmed on the chair across from his, tapping the
pencil tip meditatively on the note pad. She rembered the call she’d
received that morning, and the frantic sound in Patty Wayne’s voice
as she’d begged Margaret to accept a counseling appointment with
Walter that afternoon.
Walter had seemed pretty sullen when he’d entered her home a few
minutes before, and followed her into her small office in the rear of
her house. Margaret now considered the leering tone of his voice and
wondered if he had, in fact, already fucked his mother.
It was possible. It wouldn’t bother Margaret in the least, if
it were true. To the school board and the local PTA, Margaret came
across as a modestly-priced counselor who occasionally helped out
boys who were having problems in school. What the school board
didn’t know was that Margaret helped out most of these boys by
letting them fuck her. The only reason she ever worked as a
counselor was that it gave a chance to suck and fuck with lads just
about Walter’s age.
Margaret was thirty-six now, and looked at least four years
younger. She was petite with dark brown hair had a girlish body
highlighted by extremely large, very suckable tits. Margaret had
married when she was very young, birthing one child, Henry, who was
now almost sixteen. Her husband had divorced her three years ago.
Margaret lived off of his alimony checks and the money she made from
counseling, which wasn’t much.
The ironic thing was that her husband had divorced her because
of her extremely strong appetite for sucking and fucking young studs.
A young stud’s cock, Margaret felt, stiffened much more rapidly than
that of his older counterpart, and invariably sprayed more hot, tasty
cum juice into her mouth or pussy or asshole. Young boys always
fucked very hard and fast, which was just how Margaret liked getting
her pussy pounded, and they were always eager to keep fucking and
cumming all night.
Margaret had seduced many troubled lads that the school board,
PTA or principal’s office had referred to her. The best cure for
most young male problems, she felt, was a healthy dose of fucking and
cocksucking. It was rare for any boy to act up at home or at school
if he was getting the cum sucked out of his cock on a daily basis.
Margaret was always eager to relieve a lad in this fashion,
particularly if his cock was long and fat. The bulge in Walter’s
pants indicated that he had a long, fat one too.
Margaret had always had a special appetite for sucking the jizz
out of unusually big, stiff hard-ons. Her husband had been well-
endowed, and the glue that had held their marriage together had been
her penchant for nightly cocksucking. Now, Margaret felt violently
aroused by even the faint possibility that young Walter had actually
fucked his own mother. The most intensely satisfying fantasies she’d
ever had, which she’d suppressed religiously, were those of teaching
her own, innocent Henry how to suck and fuck.
“I might be missing the point, Walter,” Margaret said. “When
your mother called me this morning, she told me that her problem with
you has become very serious. She said that you’ve frankly confessed
a sexual interest in her, and that you’ve even tried to initiate a
sexual relationship with her. Now, I get the impression that this
incestuous contact has progressed farther than your mother indicated.
Is that true?”
“Whatever she told you.” Walter shrugged.
“Did you fuck your mother, Walter?”
Walter just stared at her. Margaret moved her chair closer.
“It’s perfectly all right with me if you do, Walter. Mother-son
incestuous contact is far more prevalent than most people think. The
cock of a boy your age can grow stiff many times each day with a
little provocation. Boys your age can be very sexually aggressive,
and it’s natural for them to make strong passes at available women,
especially their mothers. I want to assure you, Walter, that any
admission you make to me won’t leave this room. Now tell me the
truth. You have fucked your mother, haven’t you?”
Walter hesitated only a moment longer. Then he smiled.
“Yeah, I have.”
“Who initiated this sexual contact?” Margaret asked, as she felt
her cunt getting wet and hot.
“I did. She didn’t mind it much, though. She thinks she did.
That’s why she sent me here.”
“Why did you want to fuck your own mother, Walter? Were you
just so horny that any pussy would do, or did you have a particular
craving to fuck her?”
“Both.”
“Would you say that you have a very high sex drive, Walter?”
Margaret picked up the pencil and pretended to take notes.
“Very.”
“Do you masturbate a lot? How many times a day do you jack off,
on the average?”
“Five or six.”
“That’s a great deal, Walter. Do you always squirt out a great
deal of semen when you cum? Or do you sometimes just shoot out a
small amount?”
“Always a lot.”
Margaret felt her cunt throbbing. She stared at the lad’s
crotch, realizing that the dirty talk, as she’d intended, was giving
him a magnificent looking hard-on.
“I can’t help noticing that your prick is getting stiff right,
now, Walter. Does that happen frequently?”
“Yes.”
“It feels good when your cock gets big and stiff, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
Margaret put down her notebook.
“Walter, I’m going to ask you a special favor now. I’d like you
to take down your pants and show your hard cock to me. I think my
counseling to you would be more valuable if I could see and inspect
your cock. There might be something wrong with it.”
Walter stood up, leering at the busty brunette knowingly as he
opened his belt and pulled down his zipper. He stepped out of his
shoes, then let his pants drop to his ankles, stepping out of them,
leaving him naked from the waist down except for his socks.
“Oh, Walter. Why, it’s just incredibly huge!”
The cock was enormous. It stood out of his cock fur like a
baseball bat, nine inches long and very thick, so stiff that it was
bucking and throbbing uncontrollably up and down. Margaret’s mouth
watered as she ogled the fat, meaty cock knob, imagining how it would
puff up just before he shot a big load of juice down some lucky
cocksucker’s throat.
“I’d better take a closer look, Walter.”
Margaret stood up, her pussy throbbing as she stood, then knelt
before her young client. She suppressed a groan as she stared at the
mammoth prick pulsing in front of her face. Margaret pinched his
spongy cock head, running her fingers all over his cock meat. The
prick bucked and pulsed in front of her face.
“It looks perfectly healthy,” she said breathlessly. “Does it
feel good when I touch your hard cock like that?”
“Yeah.”
Margaret wrapped her hand around the root of his huge, throbbing
prick. Lewdly she started jacking the big cock up and down, slow and
hard. She stared at the cock knob, watching the piss hole open up to
spit out little droplets of cream.
“Does this feel better, Walter? Is this how you touch your
prick when you jack off?”
“I think it would feel a lot better if you sucked on it, Mrs.
Kelly.”
“That might be therapeutic too, Walter. To see your reaction.”
By now a great deal of sticky, milky cock juice had dribbled out
of Walter’s cock head. Margaret pressed her palm on the cock knob,
coating it with her spunk. She slid her fist to the root of his
prick, holding it in position. Then, with a little smacking sound,
she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock.
His fuck organ tasted very good, and so did the cum ooze.
Margaret could already picture herself eagerly gulping down a heavy
cum blast when she made him pop his rocks. She shut her eyes,
concentrating on the taste and sensations of cocksucking. Gradually
she let her lips part, slurping in inch after inch of his huge,
throbbing prick.
Walter looked down at her, excited by the spectacle of the
brunette inhaling his big prick. Margaret stopped when her lips were
stretched to the bursting point around the aching thickness of his
cock. She immediately started sucking very hard, knowing how much a
young boy enjoys a hard, wet cocksucking. Walter shuddered with
pleasure, clutching her head with both hands.
“Hard,” he panted. “Do it really hard!”
Margaret pictured Walter’s mother on her knees like this,
hungrily slurping the tasty stiffness of her own son’s prick. The
image was arousing to her; she would have to make a point of asking
Walter for the details of his incestuous contact with his mother.
Then, Margaret again found herself thinking of giving head like
this to her own son, Henry. It was her most forbidden fantasy, and
one that violently aroused her as she considered it now. Margaret’s
cheeks flushed brightly as she slurped on Walter’s cock, determined
to milk a really big load of cum juice out of his prick.
“Harder,” Walter panted. “Oh, shit, you suck my cock so good!”
Margaret started beating his cock as she sucked, whipping her
strong right hand tirelessly up and down his huge, aching cock meat.
Her cocksucking sounds grew progressively louder, as she eagerly
sucked his big, blood-laden cock. Hot, milky cock juice dribbled out
of the cock know, oozing onto her tongue. Margaret lapped it up,
sucking and slurping, her belly aching as she imagined herself
gulping down a really rich load of jizz.
After five minutes of steady hard, wet sucking, Walter’s prick
had grown as hard as iron. He writhed as he stood over her, wincing
and pulling her hair, on the verge of spraying her tonsils with
spunk.
Margaret alternated rapidly between puffing her cheeks up and
caving them in again, hungrily sucking cock as hard as she could.
Her fist was a blur as it whipped up and down his cock, wildly
jacking Walter’s fuck organ into her mouth.
Now the prick throbbed violently on the roof of her mouth, ready
to burst.
“I’m cumming!” Walter gasped suddenly. “Suck my cock, Mrs.
Kelly, suck my stiff fucking cock! Oh fuck, cuummiiinnnggg!”
An incredible geyser of cum juice blasted out of his piss hole,
spurting on the roof of the cream-starved mother’s mouth. The first
burst was followed by spurt after spurt of hot, tasty cum.
Margaret whimpered, flaring her nostrils to breathe around the
donkey cock thickness of Walter’s erupting prick. The cock juice
kept spraying out of his cock head, shooting onto her tonsils,
filling her stomach with cream. Margaret clung ecstatically to the
disgorging prick, slurping and gulping, determined to nurse every
drop of cum out of Walter’s balls.
At last his orgasm subsided. Margaret took the big, wet prick
out of her mouth and stared at it intently. It was still stiff.
Looking at it made her pussy tingle. How good it would be to allow a
hung lad who’d fucked his own mother to ram her pussy too.
“Well. That was very therapeutic, Walter,” Margaret said
huskily. “You certainly were correct in saying that your prick
always shoots off plentifully when you orgasm. I can’t help noticing
that your cock is still extremely stiff now. Do you often need to
cum twice in a row to relieve the painful stiffness in your fuck
organ?”
“Yeah,” Walter sighed. “Sometimes even more than that.”
“Then let’s try another therapy exercise, Walter. You can fuck
my pussy, right here on the floor, and you can think about your
mother when you’re doing it. Does that sound like an appealing idea
to you?”
“Yeah.”
“All right, Walter. Let me just take off my clothes.”
The wanton brunette rose to her feet, never taking her eyes off
of Walter’s enormous cock. Quickly she stripped naked, anticipating
the effect that the unveiling of her petite, voluptuous body would
have on Walter’s cock.
Walter groaned, staring at her, his prick pulsing harder than
ever. Margaret was proud of her 5’3″ body. She was petite all over,
except for her tits, which were extremely large and firm as they had
been when she was in her teens. If it had not been for her position
as a therapist and mother, the brunette would have spent much more
time teasing men with her mouth-watering chest size. She enjoyed
doing her errands in a tight t-shirt without a bra, letting men watch
as her gigantic, sumptuous tits quivered and bounced as she moved.
Walter was ogling her big tits now. Margaret stretched out on
the floor, wiggling her tight little ass into a good humping position
on the carpet. She continued to stare hungrily at the lad’s immense
prick as she cocked and spread her girlish thighs high and wide.
“Go ahead, Walter. Get on top of me. Fuck my juicy cunt.”
Walter dropped to his knees, his mammoth fuck pole jerking and
twitching over her belly. He held his prick in hand, then fit the
spongy cock tip into her tight, wet pussy. Margaret looked down,
eagerly watching the fat, blue-veined fuck pole disappearing into her
cunt.
“Is my cunt tight enough for you, Walter? Do you like fucking
my pussy as much has you like fucking your horny mother?”
Walter didn’t answer. He hovered on straight arms above her,
his knees spread between her legs, his ass cheeks flexing as he
fucked his long, achey cockshaft deeper into her pussy. The giant
prick was really stretching her now. Margaret gasped with pleasure,
feeling the battering ram hard-on plowing relentlessly into her. She
started wiggling and humping at the same time, helping her young
client bury his cock completely in her spasming, clasping cuntslit.
“It feels so good, Walter! Unnggh! Fuck me deep, honey. Fuck
me like you fuck your mother, honey. I need a good, hard fucking
too!”
Walter sprawled on top of her, crushing her tits under his
chest. His hand came down, clawing the sides of her ass cheeks.
Then he started fucking fast and hard, banging her blushing little
ass onto the floor, drilling her tight pussy with long, skewering
strokes of his blood-laden cock.
“Is this how you fuck your mother, Walter? Unhggh! Oh, fuck,
my pussy’s so wet! Do it harder now! Feels so fucking good!”
She raised her legs as high as she could, draping her ankles
over his shoulders, completely opening her gooey fuck hole for the
womb-reaching thrusts of his cock. Walter grimaced as he loomed over
her, experiencing the delicious, spasming tightness of her pussy.
Faster and faster he rammed his cock into her belly, reaming out her
cunt completely with every stroke.
“You like fucking, don’t you, Walter? Unghh! That’s why you
fucked your mother, isn’t it? You just wanted a nice, tight pussy to
fuck. Isn’t that right?”
Walter just kept on grunting and humping, banging his stiff
prick into her pussy. Margaret humped and wiggled to meet his
strokes, shuddering every time the stiff cock reached the innermost
depths of her cunt.
“Do you have a horny mother, Walter? Does she like the way you
fuck her as much as I do? It’s nice to have a mom who’s willing to
fuck you, isn’t? You don’t have to go out and find a willing girl
when your prick gets hard. You can just stay home and fuck your
mother’s own cunt.”
Margaret flexed her pussy muscles, making her narrow fucking
channel grip and milk around the lad’s pounding cock. By now Walter
was fucking as hard as he could. He panted hoarsely on her neck,
violently aroused by both her tight, gripping pussy and the obscene
things she said about his fucking relationship with his mother.
Margaret could feel her pussy gripping and flexing
uncontrollably now. It was time to stop teasing Walter about his
mother, and to instead concentrate on making herself cum.
“Unngggh! My pussy’s so wet now, Walter! Unggh! Fuck my cunt
hole, fuck it super hard!”
Walter fucked harder still, ramming his hips down, pounding his
gigantic prick into the gushing sheath of her pussy. Margaret humped
frantically to meet his strokes, her giant tits jiggling under his
chest. Then her pussy started to suck and throb, and she knew she
was on the verge of an extremely hard cum.
“Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy!” she squealed. “I’m
cumming, Walter! Cuuummmiiinnngggg!”
The cum was long and hard, pounding through her naked body,
making her cock-stuffed fuck hole ripple lusciously around the
probing length of Walter’s prick. Walter kept fucking as fast as he
could, his meaty cockshaft growing to total stiffness inside her
belly. Then he rammed his big cock to the hilt, and Margaret knew he
was cumming too.
“Oh, Mrs. Kelly!”
The second load of whit, sticky cock juice sprayed out of his
cock tip, spouting and streaming torrentially into her cunt.
Margaret shuddered with pleasure as she felt it blasting into her
pussy, anointing the itchy walls of her cunt hole with a soothing
tide of jizz.
“That’s a good boy, Walter. Shoot it all out.”
She humped, wiggled and flexed her fucking muscles, contracting
her pussy around his jism-squirting cock, helping the hung lad shoot
out every drop.
At last the cum was over. Walter groaned and flopped off of her
body, his cock pulling out of her pussy with a soft, popping sound.
Margaret’s cunt felt very wet and swollen, with a big puddle leaking
out of her hairy slit onto the carpet.
“Walter, you made an awfully big mess down there,” she said.
“Hasn’t your mother taught you not to leave a mess? You’re supposed
to clean up the messes you make, Walter. With your tongue.”
Walter stared at her. Margaret spread her thighs again, giving
him a mouthwatering spread-beaver view of her pussy. She dipped her
finger into her red, cum-dripping hole, darting it salaciously in and
out.
“It’s all hot and creamy,” she panted. “I want you to clean it
up for me, right now. I can’t put on my panties when there’s so much
cock juice in my pussy. I want you to give my pussy a good cleaning
with your tongue.”
Walter still stared at her, shocked and excited that a woman who
seemed so formal at first glance could voice such obscenities. Then
he smiled and stretched out on his stomach between her legs.
Margaret stared at him eagerly, watching as he pressed his mouth to
her throbbing pussy. Then Walter started licking and lapping,
sluicing his tongue up and down between the swollen folds of her
pussy, licking up his own cum.
“That’s a good boy, Walter. Unggh! Your like licking pussy,
don’t you? I’ll bet your mommy likes it when you suck her cunt too.”
Walter was too busy licking and sucking to reply. He thrust his
tongue deep inside her pouty-lipped hole, shamelessly sucking his own
cock juice out of the depths of her cuntal sheath. Margaret held his
head and worked her ass slowly, fucking her throbbing pussy on his
face.
“I think your only problem is that you’re so horny, Walter. I
know just how to help you with your problem with your mother.
Whenever your cock gets hard, you can just visit me and fuck me
instead. I won’t mind at all. I’ll like it.”
Walter nodded, busily licking and lapping, sucking the cum off
her pussy until the horny little fuck hole gleamed only with cunt
oils and spit. He moved his mouth higher, beginning to suck directly
on her clit. Margaret whimpered, holding his head, keeping the
tongue and lip action where she wanted it. But, as much as Walter
delighted her, her unconscious mind was already straying to another,
more forbidden fantasy.
She still wanted to fuck her own son.
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