They were playing the Eagles game at the restaurant that I work at. The manager was being very cool about us watching the game with customers. Very cool about us watching the game instead of polishing silverware, folding napkins, etc.

My tables were all taken care of so I started watching the game.

And then I said “Yeah!! Nice! First down!”

Then I looked a bit closer.

“Oh! Wrong team!!”

A waitress rolled her eyes at me. “Yeah… Jimbo… I was kind of wondering there.”

So I’m not quite the american football fan that I pretend to be.

Kind of embarrassing.

Anyways, I didn’t immediately notice that the opposing team had our green colors.

I made this post in response to Viper2121's memo stating that chat needs me to be online saying stupid stuff so that folks have something to laugh at. So when i'm not on chat here is some stupid stuff i say in real life.

green eyed slave girl

looking for a girl in the tampa area to hook up with. im a college student, athletic, short blonde hair, green eyes, 5'10, hung.

I remember when my brother died. It was a car accident. I was surprised how intact his body was, especially considering when I heard �car accident� I had expected him to be in as bad a condition as our parents were after their accident. I wouldn�t let any of the other morticians touch him. This was my job and I was going to do it. He didn�t look half bad once I cleaned the blood off him. As beautiful as ever. Maybe even more so. I loved him too much to let him go without a proper goodbye� but I tried as hard as I could to restrain myself- just like I had done in life. No matter how hard he begged his big brother to fuck him, I wouldn�t let myself give in without a good fight. There was no fight to be had this time. There was no begging. No beautiful green bedroom eyes being flashed at me. Just his cold dead body bared before me. It was weird feeling his skin so cold. It had always seemed to feel like he was on fire when he was alive. If it didn�t turn my on so much it would have made me cry. Once I finished putting the finishing touches on him I couldn�t hold back. I knew this was the last time I would be alone with him and I couldn�t let him go like this. He knew that I sort of made a hobby out of fucking the attractive young men who came through the morgue and we had talked about if and what I would do to his body if he ever died. I had always hoped that I would die before him, so I didn�t think I�d ever get a chance to actually do the things we talked about. But there he was. Laying in front of me with such a perfect erection that I couldn�t help but strip down and climb on for one last ride. I had always loved riding my baby brother�s cock, but I had no idea how much I would miss his moaning. The silence was eerie and made me want to break down crying so I just imagined what he would say to me if he were alive. I imagined the way he would moan and all the little noises he would make. I imagined him calling my name. I imagined all the snarky remarks he would cast up at me with that sly smile of his. I had no idea how long it took me to cum but it probably wasn�t long at all. I loved my baby brother and his cold hard cock. Even dead he knew how to please me better than most guys I�ve hooked up with.
I like to imagine this was part of my grieving process. Like I never would have been okay with letting him go if I hadn�t of had this experience.
I miss him more than anything and there isn�t anything I wouldn�t give to be able to see him again, but this was one of the best nights we had ever spent together.

I confess that for many years I have had the hots for my best friends sister, and the other day my wildest dreams came true. I am not sure how many of you out there love the redheads but I do.

I was round my friends house drinking beers early in the afternoon. He is a lightweight and passes out easily. My friend was sound asleep when his younger sister came round and knocked on the door. I opened it as my friend couldn't and when I saw it was her explained the situation. She just nodded knowing full well what her bro was like.

She came in as she was meant to spend the night at her bros (he and I were 25, she was 14). We moved her bro from the couch to his bed then decided to watch a movie (I can't remember what tbh) and we both settled down on the couch. As the movie progressed she moved more to my side of then couch, snuggling up to me and then for all I knew fell asleep. Having had the hots for her for along time I decided to take a peek at what was underneath her tight white tee shirt. As I peeled her top back and moved her bra I was not disappointed.

She may have been 14 but her tits were delightful. Just having exposed her made me hard, and I wanted to tug and cum on her tits. But she surprised me by being awake. She removed her top and bra and sat in front of me. I was torn on what to do as she was my friends sister but then she grabbed my cock through my jeans. It was enough to make me commit.

I kissed her there and then, then moved my way down her neck slowly. She started to moan in my ear, and when I started sucking on her tit she moaned all the louder. I was rock hard by now and wanted to be satisfied, even though her bro was asleep in the room next door.

As I sucked on her tits she took my cock out and started rubbing it. She looked at me and said she didn't know what to do, but that she wanted to do it. The innocence but willingness turned me on all the more.

I told her to stroke it, slowly at first and then gaining in speed. She was a quick learner and I was soon approaching cum town. I grabbed her hands and stopped her. She looked at me as if she had done something wrong and I told her the problem was she was doing it too well and the fun would end too soon.

As I said this I moved my hand to her young pussy and started rubbing it through her panties. She soon started to moan, every moan making me hotter and hotter. Pretty soon she orgasmed and spasmed in my arms. The feeling was so hot I almost exploded in my shorts.

She lay panting in my arms for awhile before she looked up at me, her green eyes exploring my soul, and said she felt bad I had not cum. I explained the only way I wanted to cum was in her pussy. She looked at me greedily and licked her lips, then said that was what she wanted me to say. She removed her skirt and panties and lay invitingly on the couch. I said I couldn't because her bro was next door.

What I said and what I did didn't match. I climbed on top of the pale skinned red haired goddess and slowly placed my cock inside her. I felt her hymen give way and saw the look of pain cross her face. I kept on thrusting and she started to thrust to meet me. After a few minutes she came again, her body bucking violently against me, her pussy gripping my cock hard. After she had cum I came in her pussy.

When all was done she looked at me and then kissed me. We both got dressed and sat watching the end of the film. Her bro woke up sometime later and we all went out for some pizza. He never knew what had happened.

Me and his sister still hook up, and she is an experimenter in bed. Her bro still has no idea we are seeing each other.

Honestly, I've never posted something on Motherless before. I kinda find it weird to even post something about myself on a social site let alone on a porn/forum site. Um.. I don't really know where to start off, I guess I could say that I'm 5'11", green eyes, farmer tanned, kinda on the fluffy side or what my friends call chunky monkey. I have brownish black hair, varies on the light. If you haven't noticed I don't type well, but that's just how I am. Enough personal details.

Here is my I guess you could say blog or what the fuck ever you want to call it.

I am currently going through some tough shit right now 'cause just recently me and my gf just got into a big fight to where we arn't talking to one another except the occasional few words like "hi" or "how's you?", we have been like this on and off alot but not this bad. We just got into a fight just now again and well guess what? the reason for everything is cause from her own words, we're broken up...

....Honestly now I don't know what to do....

I confess that over this past weekend, my bi-curiousness got the best of me! The past few weeks I have been encouraging myself to eat my own cum after every jerk off session and occasionally fuck my ass with my girlfriend's hairbrush. My girlfriend was leaving me at home this weekend while she went home to visit family a few state's over.

I was jerking off to some glory hole porn and man was I fucking horny!!! I was in the mood to taste some cum, and take something up my tight asshole. I looked up the nearest adult bookstore in my area and it was only 15 minutes away. Reviews said that they had video booths as well!

I pull up to the place and there was only a handful of cars in the lot, I walked inside and asked the cashier for some coins to the video booths, handed him a $20 and was on my way. I walked down a dark hallway with numerous doors and red or green lights lit up above them. Halfway down was a door with a green light, I knocked lightly and entered in the room. Inside the room I noticed a round hole on either wall roughly about 4" in diameter, the room smelled like sex and cum, there was a metal chain in the center and a blank screen on the wall. I fed the machine, unzipped, and began to jerk it.

In just a few minutes, a large black cock entered the hole on my right. He was about 8 to 9 inches long and straight as an arrow! I grabbed his dick and instantly began to lick the mushroom head of his rock solid cock. I slowly worked down his shaft with my mouth and tried to take in as much as I could. I was stroking him and sucking on his mushroom tip, trying my best to get his cum down my throat. The longer I went, the hornier I got and wanted to try fucking him.

I pulled off his cock and told him I wanted my ass fucked through the hole, but wasn't sure if he would fit. He told me there was only one way to find out and shoved his dick back through the hole. I spat on my hand and lubed up my aching hole for him, I slowly backed up and saw another cock come through the other wall. This cock was a white dick, cut, and only about 6 inches. Much smaller than my black fella here I was going to fuck!

I jerked off the white dick as I was adamant about fucking this BBC raw. I tried a little longer and it was just too big!! He pulled out and looked through the hole at me and the white cock I was jerking off. He said to fuck the white dick and let him cum inside me to loosen me up and give some lube for my ass. The white guy's cock was already twitching and aching for a release, so I backed my tight ass up on it and let him fuck me hard. His smaller dick slid into me and I still felt a lot of pain shoot up me, but after I relaxed, I was completely turned on!!

The white guy kept pumping his dick inside of me as I glared into the dark eyes of the black guy in the other hole. All of a sudden, without warning I hear the guy groan and my asshole felt really slippery and wet, he pumped a few more seconds and then zipped up and left. I went back to my dark meat and began sucking him some more telling him how loose and wet my asshole feels now and how I want him to fuck me hard. I slid my ass back up against his hard dick and slowly had the tip of the head slide in, but couldn't get over the full mushroom! I jerked off so hard as he tried to enter inside of me! I was about to explode everywhere, so I got a great idea! I jerked off and came into my hand, catching everything I could.

I turned around and began giving the hard dick a hand job with my cum. I was so turned on still, my dick was rock solid on the thought of being fucked! I slowly slid my ass on his dick for the third time, and third time was a charm! His cock slid right inside my tight wet hole. He fucked my as I was bent over for a solid 10 minutes until he knocked on the wall and came deep inside my asshole.

I was left there with 2 loads deep inside my ass and it was the best sexual experience I had ever had!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

To be continued.

Confession #4

WARNING: THOSE OF YOU LOOKING FOR A RAUNCHY STORY----THIS IS NOT IT. THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE, BUT I DID. IT BORDERS ON ROMANTIC.

So this confession is about me being a bad friend to someone I went to high school with...my friend Stacy. I will start out by saying that Stacy and I have not talked since high school, simply because out lives took us different directions, not because of what I am about to share with you. To my knowledge she has no idea that this even took place. I am not sure my exact age, but I know I wasn't driving yet, so I had to have been 14 or 15. My friend Stacy was dating guy named Scott. "Scotty" as I called him. He had dark black hair and these amazing green eyes. I believe he was about 18 or 19 years old, a few years older than myself.

One night Stacy's mom was working all night, so we had a part at her house. Scotty had the contact for more alcohol and was going to pick up some more for the party. Stacy didn't want to leave her house with people in it, so Scotty and I went to pick up more party juice. We didn't go straight to pick up more beer. Instead Scotty turned to me and said "want to go drive around the lake once?". Uhh... yeah.

The local lake is just a couple miles away, so we drove there and ended up parking the car look at the stars. There we sat, both of us knowing that while nothing was happening...something was about to. He kept sliding a little closer, attempting to point out constellations. Before we realized it we were snuggling into one another, pretending to look at the stars, while secretly dying to kiss. And as if he read my mind, he said my name... I turned to look at him... he gently cupped my face and kissed me brilliantly. About an hour later we realized that we needed to get our asses back to the party!

We went back and made up some story about not being able to find the contact for more beer etc. Stacy bought our lie and we went back to being acquaintances at the party. Stacy ended up getting so drunk that she passed out on her bed downstairs. As people left Scotty and I found ourselves the last ones up and able to speak our name without needing a slurred speech translator.

Downstairs was a pool table, and I slid myself onto the side and sat there talking with Scotty. He crept his way closer and nuzzles himself between my legs, just gently pressing his body against me as my thighs were spread and my eyes looking up into his deep green eyes. Ugh, his smile was gorgeous and because of that, i was helpless to resist when he leaned down and kissed me again. We peeked over into the next room where his girlfriend/my friend was passed out cold and we went for it!!

We started in hot and heavy. Before the night was up, Scotty and I had completely crossed the line and had sex on the pool table in Stacy's basement. She had no idea that next morning when she awoke that Scotty and I had hooked up about 10 feet from her that previous night. Scotty and I continued to "steal kisses" when we were around each other. We hooked up a couple more times before he left for college and I remember my naughty, bad-friend decisions with a bitter sweet taste in my mouth.

Stacy, if you'r out there, I'm sorry.
(And if you see him, tell Scotty to call me! *smirks*)

My Son’s Girlfriend at http://readyourporn.tumblr.com

When my family moved, No one knew the layout of the new house. We’d wander the dark halls those first few weeks, stumbling into the linen closet looking for the bathroom or the guest bedroom for the main. It was easy to get lost.

That’s why this story is complicated.

The house was just an hour north and our old house was still on the market. We moved to get closer to my son’s college, and my wife (his mother) and I agreed it’d be cheaper than paying for a dorm, meal plan, and all the others bloated expenses of an already enormous tuition.

But our son was in love.

With this beautiful curvy brunette, Cecily. An Italian-American. She looked it, but I got real confirmation when she wore these green booty shorts that stretched Italia across her ass. She could touch her nose to her knees when she stretched and was happy to show everyone her flexibility. She was a yoga enthusiast, cheerleader, high jumper, guitarist, and Hooters girl. I didn’t know that last part until I went in with a coworker after a hard day and she served us. She acknowledged me like I was any other customer and I made no mention of it to my coworker, who kept her around as much as possible with refills and innocent flirting. She acted happy to stick around and regular customers, like my buddy, knew the unspoken rule of tipping that was $10 for every hour spent there. He tipped $50. I just did the usual 20%. My receipt got a winky face. His didn’t.

“She must’ve mixed us up,” he concluded.

Sometimes she’d call the house and I’d answer and she’d launch into talking about her day because my son and I sounded pretty similar.

Regardless, she was hot. And I didn’t mind her in the backseat of the car as we drove up to the new house. We had hired movers to get the major stuff like dresser drawers, beds, washing machine, etc, but our personal stuff we decided to take ourselves and that meant extra trips. We’d take Cecily home on our next trip for the final boxes. She was going to the community college in the other town, which broke our son’s heart.

His mother and I also knew that by inviting his girlfriend to the new house, they’d christen the bed with their young love. We were okay with pretending that wasn’t happening.

We got to the new house and ordered Chinese for dinner and ate on the floor because the table had broken during the move and we ordered a new one but it wasn’t here yet. We were all on the floor. Cecily’s legs were spread casually and I could see a bit of frilly panties on the inside of her shorts. Since they’d been dating, my wife and I had reunited our passions. For me, I was teased by Cecily’s outfits and body and even face. She was fun enough to listen to as she had a real passion for music, classics that I’d listened to in high school, so I’d have the occasional conversation with her about it. And I couldn’t act on that. She was 18. But it still got me going so I’d go into the bedroom and enjoy my wife, who was definitely an older version of Cecily. Easily tanned, dark hair, a curvy body that sagged a little with age but still attractive but so familiar that it wasn’t still exciting.

I don’t know why my wife was so into it lately.

Maybe she had an attraction to the girl too, wishful thinking surely, but it seemed like she was in the mood most often after catching the kids making out or even fooling around once. I swear I didn’t peek, but Cecily had our son’s cock in her mouth, and we started doing it to drown out the sucking sound Cecily was making.

It was pretty late and storming.

Then the power went out.

We lit candles and it wasn’t a huge deal as it’d been a long day of packing and moving boxes and it was bedtime anyway so we didn’t need a lot of light.

We wandered the upstairs halls in the dark to find our rooms and we each had to stare at the unfurnished, undecorated rooms to make sure they were the right ones. It was hard to tell in the dark. My wife and I went to our room. Cecily went to the guest room. Our son went to his room. We knew that wouldn’t last.

Well my wife was in the mood. Me too. I checked the end table for condoms before starting and…

They were packed away somewhere.

“Fuck,” I said.

I put on my shirt and had on boxers still and hoped the dark would hide the slobbering boner. I think it did because I passed my son on the way to the bathroom and he didn’t say anything.

I checked the downstairs drawers, the boxes, everywhere I could think I might’ve stashed them. But I’d been gone 10 minutes and I couldn’t wait and we’d just be extra careful about pulling out tonight. It’d be fine.

Back upstairs, I couldn’t remember which was my room. I thought I did but all the doors looked the same and it was either the one on the left or the one on the right and I put my ear to the left and heard the moaning of youthful experimentation and pleasure, extreme pleasure actually, “More! Oh yeah. You’re so good tonight,” and so on.

So I went into the dark room on the right. Just a bed and a silhouette lady ripe for the taking, already spreading her legs, moaning softly.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed. I was on my knees, licking her. She had shaved. Normally my wife was a little hairy and there was something about the smooth vag that was especially nice tonight. I’d always heard that food can change the flavor and my wife had been on a fruit diet lately so that must’ve been why it was delicious and I couldn’t stop myself from partaking. Normally it was just warm up. Lubrication (before the real lube). But tonight I only wanted to feast on this pussy till her fingers gripped my hair and pulled me her way. She made me kiss her. Slipped her tongue in. She grabbed my ass. She lined up my cock then moaned into my mouth as I penetrated that wet, warm pussy. It was so tight tonight. Her body felt so good. I fucked her till the pushed me aside then switched up our positions so she was on all fours, doggy style, usually an anniversary treat for us. I fucked her hard. Her tits swung. I reached around to finger her clit, tease her nipples, she sucked my fingers. Told me to pull her hair. Her ass felt so firm and I teased the anus with my thumb till she begged me to stick it in.

She was really into it tonight. More than I think ever before. Like it was the best lay ever. It was for me. In all our time together, she seemed more wild than ever. Ready to please. Try anything. She collapsed to her belly so her large tits smashed into the covers and she only moaned and begged into the pillows.

I’d definitely made her cum already from the fucking, maybe twice as I got so lost in my own pleasure to completely notice her signs, but I was about to cum. I moaned it into her ear and she breathlessly said “Face. Please. I’m yours. Mark me.”

So kinky tonight.

So I pulled out and she got on her knees by the bed and stroked and sucked me. She never sucked her pussy juices off me! But I guess a great fuck deserves a reward. A kinky fantasy. I was about to cum so I grabbed my cock and aimed for the silhouette.

The lights came on.

Cecily has a black sun tattoo outlining her left nipple.

I didn’t know that till that night.

Her eyes were shut so the cum didn’t get into them. And I was right there, right at the edge, couldn’t stop if my mother had walked in, so I just shot thick ropes of cum across her beautiful young face.

She kept her eyes shut, giggling, sucking at my tip.

I grabbed my clothes and left for the downstairs to let my heart settle. How would the shit hit the fan? It wasn’t my fault! I thought I’d been fucking my wife! It was the new house.

I heard a door and I went upstairs. It was my son coming out of the bathroom. With the lights on we could see each other and it was awkward. I was awkward for obvious reasons. Maybe he was awkward from seeing I was still pitching a tent in my boxers after fucking his hot girlfriend. But he didn’t know that. He wasn’t even really looking my way, so we just passed each other wordlessly.

I went into the bedroom, my bedroom, with my lovely wife on the bed, naked, as up as if still waiting. I got into bed with her, not wanting to let on that I’d already been satiated. I’d have to keep fucking and honestly, I thought I could thanks to the fulfilled fantasy of Cecily.

“Oh you want even more?” she said.

And I ignored her as I was lost in my head, in panic.

She was really into it too, moving her ass towards me so there was a loud smack that jiggled those cheeks every time I pressed deep into her. But slowly she realized I wasn’t on top of the game. “You seemed so eager before,” she said. “Don’t worry. Just let me do it this time,” she said and got on top of me and rode me reverse cowgirl so I could see her ass bouncing and I rubbed my thumb against her anus but she said, “Maybe I’ll let you next time.” It’d felt so nice sticking it in Cecily’s…

My wife never found out. Maybe Cecily and my son did because they broke up shortly after. He broke up with her. It made the trip taking her home even worse.

But to fill his time and loneliness, I guess my son needed someone so he got a lot closer to his mom. She laughed about how much of a sweet mama’s boy he was being suddenly but she took it as flattery that she could replace Cecily.

(hopefully you notice the plot twist)

Last night I had a most amazing experience with a very expensive call girl. A friend of mine recommended her, telling me that she will know what I went better than I do myself.

I am 58 years old, widowed, my children are grown up, and have cashed out pretty much all of my high tech investments in January of 2001 so I am doing pretty well in terms of finances and career.

Also before last night I never had sex with a woman other than my late wife - and we were both virgins when we got married. (We met at Bible Camp.) Anyway, I decided "Fuck my Calvinist upbringing!"

So she showed up at my hotel, we talked for a bit and then started making out. She was a gorgeous green-eyed brunette, long hair, breasts I would guess 36C. Beautiful breasts. She looked around 25.

And when I took off her dress and bra I could see and touch them they were beautiful, flawless, very nice to touch and nice to kiss. And I started kissing them and when I got to her nipples I took them in my mouth and gently sucked them as he held me to her breasts and it felt so good I just kept sucking them.

And then she started to talk to me like a child, saying things like "Yes baby, you need mommy don't you" and that felt very nice and at the same time very sexy and also a bit weird. And I stopped sucking her breast for a bit looked in her eyes and said in a little boy voice "I love you mommy". And she stroked my face and "I love you baby boy".

So I kept sucking her breasts and then started kissing my way towards her pussy and she stopped me and asked "What are you doing little boy?" and I said "Mommy I want to eat your pussy!"

And she made a stern face and told me that this is very wicked and wrong for little boys to do that - and then she put me over her lap and started spaking my ass for being so naughty. Spanking me with her hand, but pretty hard. Now I could have broken out of that if I wanted, but I felt like a little boy and I could not fight mommy.

She kept doing it until I actually started crying and saying "I am sorry mommy. I am sorry mommy". At the same time by this point I had an incredible erection.

And then she cuddled me and told me she knows that I am a good boy and that I learned my lesson. And she got some skin cream and put it on my ass and then sat up on the bed and cradled me so that I could suck her breasts again, and said "I can see your little cock is very hard. Do you play with it sometimes?"

And I said "Yes mommy" and I thought she was going to spank me again. But now, she said "You should never play with yourself, its a sin". And then she started stroking my cock as I sucked her breasts. Her hands were amazing, very soft and gentle.

And when I would get ready to cum she would slow down, and stroke my calls, and my stomach and nipples and thighs and then start start on my cock again. The overall sensation was amazing.

I finally blew my load and she said "I think you need a bath baby boy" and she actually gave me a bath, talking to me all the time like a child. She dried me off and brushed my hair and made sure I brushed my teethhelped me put my pjs on.

And she tucked me in and told me that its now time for bed and mommy must go and I must be a good boy and not turn the lights on and start playing. And I put my arms around her neck and said "Please stay with me mommy" and she said "I have an appointment tonight, but you call me and we will spend more time together". And she kissed me on the forehead and turned off all the lights - leaving the light on in the bathroom with the door open a bit so that I get some light and don't get scared, and left.

I fell asleep soon after, it was the best sleep I had in I don't know how long.

I am definitely going to call her again, and get her for the entire night.

Now I have never done anything like this with my wife. I never thought of this - but it was amazing - like my friend said, she seemed to know what I need better than I did.