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have a look at wendy taylor, too:
http://www.xvideos.com/video3764253/kinky_british_cougar_get_fucked_by_teen
wendy squirts about six or seven minutes into it.
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have a look at wendy taylor, too:
http://www.xvideos.com/video3764253/kinky_british_cougar_get_fucked_by_teen
wendy squirts about six or seven minutes into it.
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Just overheard one of my son's friends describe me as a milf in front of my son and all he said was yep and smiled lol, made my day. Just had to share thatxxx
hot!!! guessing it got you creaming.. done anything after that?
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It really pisses me the fuck off.....You come on Lit, go into threads to talk about the things that you are into, and then you get attacked for it by some goddamn troll on another, completely unrelated thread. Fucking bullshit man.
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that's hot! makes me horny thinking about it....Just overheard one of my son's friends describe me as a milf in front of my son and all he said was yep and smiled lol, made my day. Just had to share that
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Wow!!! i'm terribly intrigued....
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the intro to the latest. submitted today, so it shouldn't be long - no pun. 
anyway:
My Aunt Jean looked good in the denim skirt; her fantastic legs made even better because of the cork-soled wedge shoes giving her calves that extra tension. She was wearing a light, button-fronted cotton blouse with ruffed gypsy sleeves; her thick blonde hair – a dyed job – neatly brushed fell close to her shoulders. A petite lady, a good head shorter than my six-one, Aunt Jean had a damn good figure on her. Her boobs swelled against the baggy blouse, their weighty sway discernable when she moved. At forty-two years old her prettiness in youth had matured to a calm beauty, with the light crow’s feet a sign of much laughter in her life.
I knew my aunt enjoyed a night out, and being divorced, why shouldn’t she? I’d known her have a boyfriend or two, a fact which made me jealous as hell, but the afternoon it happened she was between relationships.
When I analysed the events of that day later, I realised Jean’s lack of male company over the preceding weeks had worked in my favour.
It had been an incident during the hot summer that triggered the feelings inside me. I’d gone round to her house a few doors down the road from our place with a message for her. The detail of the message isn’t important, but when I casually unlatched the gate at the side of the house, the one where the path runs up towards the back garden, I had no clue that I would find my mother’s sister face down on a beach towel.
She was lying there on her front, her feet towards me, legs parted so I could see right up to the cleft of her pussy outlined in her bikini briefs. I stood transfixed by the sight, my heart a sudden jackhammer inside the rack of my ribs, the organ bouncing around like it was trying to burst free of its cage.
It was involuntary, an instinctive response, but as I stood and gawped at my aunt, my cock thickened and grew. I experienced an abrupt and near overwhelming urge to touch myself. It was either wank my cock or launch myself at my aunt. Yearning yawed all hollow in the pit of my stomach while lust boiled inside me.
That was the beginning. That was when the incestuous craving for her lush curves hit me.
Perhaps sensing my presence, my aunt hefted herself onto her elbows and leaned to one side, face turning towards me, a hand going up in a salute to shield her eyes from the sun.
She blinked and said, “Oh, Carl, I didn’t hear you.”
Or at least I think that’s what she said. I heard the sound of her voice and saw her mouth moving; I just didn’t comprehend the meaning of her words because I was staring at her round breasts, which barely concealed in a hot-pink bikini bra to match the briefs.
“Carl?” she asked, the sharp tone focussing my attention, or part of it since I couldn’t drag my gaze from my aunt’s body. “Are you all right?”
The truthful answer was I was far from all right, but I could hardly blurt out that I wanted my aunt to take that bikini off so I could see her naked. Decorum prevented me from hauling my erection into view and simply tugging at it until the thing spat a heavy rain of semen over my mother’s sister. Imagine the furore if I’d knelt and grabbed two handfuls of those tits, my fingers yanking the cloth aside so I could suck her nipples.
So I shrugged and blinked and stuttered, “I … Uh … Mum sent me over, Aunt Jean … She … Ah, that is…”
I stumbled through the message, my face burning and my cock an insistent throb.
My aunt nodded, giving no indication she noticed my discomfit. “Okay,” she replied, rolling onto her back, supporting herself on her elbows and forearms.
I could have groaned with sexual frustration as she lay there looking up at me. Her legs were straight out, her soft tummy concave with the rack of her brisket outlined clearly. But it was her breasts I couldn’t stop staring at – Jesus, they were so round and firm, not huge but a fair old size all the same.
There was some more conversation, the detail of which is all hazy, and I was soon on my way. Albeit it with some reluctance I recall. With hindsight it was for the best, me leaving my aunt to her dishabille. It would only have ended badly if I’d had my way and stayed. I would have done or said something which would have ended in tears for sure. So, instead of blurting out I wanted to fuck my aunt, and instead of lunging for her and slobbering a kiss over her face, I went home, told my mother the gist of Jean’s reply, went up to my bedroom, and wanked myself off while fantasising about my sexy aunt.
After that I was always at Aunty Jean’s house, using any pretext to be in her company. Just being near her would get me going. I’d get this little tickle in my stomach, a frisson of desire for the gorgeous woman. Watching her move, listening to her voice, her scent wafting along in her wake fired up such intense feeling of desire I don’t know how I kept control – the risk of a slap across the face most probably – and I was always tugging my cock afterwards, fantasies of Jean in the nude getting me there in a rush of cum.
Then, after a couple of weeks, something happened.
anyway:
My Aunt Jean looked good in the denim skirt; her fantastic legs made even better because of the cork-soled wedge shoes giving her calves that extra tension. She was wearing a light, button-fronted cotton blouse with ruffed gypsy sleeves; her thick blonde hair – a dyed job – neatly brushed fell close to her shoulders. A petite lady, a good head shorter than my six-one, Aunt Jean had a damn good figure on her. Her boobs swelled against the baggy blouse, their weighty sway discernable when she moved. At forty-two years old her prettiness in youth had matured to a calm beauty, with the light crow’s feet a sign of much laughter in her life.
I knew my aunt enjoyed a night out, and being divorced, why shouldn’t she? I’d known her have a boyfriend or two, a fact which made me jealous as hell, but the afternoon it happened she was between relationships.
When I analysed the events of that day later, I realised Jean’s lack of male company over the preceding weeks had worked in my favour.
It had been an incident during the hot summer that triggered the feelings inside me. I’d gone round to her house a few doors down the road from our place with a message for her. The detail of the message isn’t important, but when I casually unlatched the gate at the side of the house, the one where the path runs up towards the back garden, I had no clue that I would find my mother’s sister face down on a beach towel.
She was lying there on her front, her feet towards me, legs parted so I could see right up to the cleft of her pussy outlined in her bikini briefs. I stood transfixed by the sight, my heart a sudden jackhammer inside the rack of my ribs, the organ bouncing around like it was trying to burst free of its cage.
It was involuntary, an instinctive response, but as I stood and gawped at my aunt, my cock thickened and grew. I experienced an abrupt and near overwhelming urge to touch myself. It was either wank my cock or launch myself at my aunt. Yearning yawed all hollow in the pit of my stomach while lust boiled inside me.
That was the beginning. That was when the incestuous craving for her lush curves hit me.
Perhaps sensing my presence, my aunt hefted herself onto her elbows and leaned to one side, face turning towards me, a hand going up in a salute to shield her eyes from the sun.
She blinked and said, “Oh, Carl, I didn’t hear you.”
Or at least I think that’s what she said. I heard the sound of her voice and saw her mouth moving; I just didn’t comprehend the meaning of her words because I was staring at her round breasts, which barely concealed in a hot-pink bikini bra to match the briefs.
“Carl?” she asked, the sharp tone focussing my attention, or part of it since I couldn’t drag my gaze from my aunt’s body. “Are you all right?”
The truthful answer was I was far from all right, but I could hardly blurt out that I wanted my aunt to take that bikini off so I could see her naked. Decorum prevented me from hauling my erection into view and simply tugging at it until the thing spat a heavy rain of semen over my mother’s sister. Imagine the furore if I’d knelt and grabbed two handfuls of those tits, my fingers yanking the cloth aside so I could suck her nipples.
So I shrugged and blinked and stuttered, “I … Uh … Mum sent me over, Aunt Jean … She … Ah, that is…”
I stumbled through the message, my face burning and my cock an insistent throb.
My aunt nodded, giving no indication she noticed my discomfit. “Okay,” she replied, rolling onto her back, supporting herself on her elbows and forearms.
I could have groaned with sexual frustration as she lay there looking up at me. Her legs were straight out, her soft tummy concave with the rack of her brisket outlined clearly. But it was her breasts I couldn’t stop staring at – Jesus, they were so round and firm, not huge but a fair old size all the same.
There was some more conversation, the detail of which is all hazy, and I was soon on my way. Albeit it with some reluctance I recall. With hindsight it was for the best, me leaving my aunt to her dishabille. It would only have ended badly if I’d had my way and stayed. I would have done or said something which would have ended in tears for sure. So, instead of blurting out I wanted to fuck my aunt, and instead of lunging for her and slobbering a kiss over her face, I went home, told my mother the gist of Jean’s reply, went up to my bedroom, and wanked myself off while fantasising about my sexy aunt.
After that I was always at Aunty Jean’s house, using any pretext to be in her company. Just being near her would get me going. I’d get this little tickle in my stomach, a frisson of desire for the gorgeous woman. Watching her move, listening to her voice, her scent wafting along in her wake fired up such intense feeling of desire I don’t know how I kept control – the risk of a slap across the face most probably – and I was always tugging my cock afterwards, fantasies of Jean in the nude getting me there in a rush of cum.
Then, after a couple of weeks, something happened.
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Just found this thread and am very happy I did. I have had many incestous relationships in my life with my sisters and once with my moms.
My mom got pregnant with me when she was still a bit young and my father wanted nothing to do with me so she had me and for the first five years of my life, raised me alone... until she met my mother. Yes I said mother. I call them mom and mother.
Well they both loved me and raised me and when I was 12, a sister was coming along thanks to a family friend... and then three years later a second sister... then two years after that, a third.
Years passed and I learned much about women and what they like from my mothers including one of my relationships. When I was 20 and coming from for Christmas from college, my moms had a party and I was allowed to attend. It was quite a night and they both got pretty drunk.
To this day I'm not sure who started it but I found myself in the guest bedroom with two very naked and very horny moms who both wanted to the filled. They stalked me around the room and after trying to get them to calm down and seeing it was no use, I just let them have their way.
I'd been attracted to them both since I saw them give birth to my sisters and breastfeed them. My earliest fantasies were about fucking them individually and together... and now one of my dreams was coming true.
They pushed me onto the bed, stripped off my pants and took turns licking and sucking on my cock. It was when my mom climbed up onto my cock and sank down that I knew what pleasure really was. I was sinking back into where I came from and it was heavenly.
She rode me slowly at first but then built up speed as my mother moved to sit on my face. I licked her as best I could, I was inexperienced back then but she seemed to enjoy it. I made her cum with my tongue almost in sync with my mom cumming on my cock.
She came so hard that it surprised me and made me cum inside her and as she crawled off of me, she laughed and played with her dripping pussy as my mother crawled down my body and licked me hard again before mounting me herself.
For the next hour or so they took turns riding my cock and face and I lost count of how many times I came... until they both passed out and I covered them with a blanket before stumbling out to make sure everyone left.
As for my sisters, I've had sex many times with each of them... the first one when she was 18 and then many times after, the second when she was 19 and only a few times since and just this year with the third one on her 21 birthday.
I love them all and see nothing wrong with any of it and neither do my moms. They were shocked that night but we've been together again many times since.
My mom got pregnant with me when she was still a bit young and my father wanted nothing to do with me so she had me and for the first five years of my life, raised me alone... until she met my mother. Yes I said mother. I call them mom and mother.
Well they both loved me and raised me and when I was 12, a sister was coming along thanks to a family friend... and then three years later a second sister... then two years after that, a third.
Years passed and I learned much about women and what they like from my mothers including one of my relationships. When I was 20 and coming from for Christmas from college, my moms had a party and I was allowed to attend. It was quite a night and they both got pretty drunk.
To this day I'm not sure who started it but I found myself in the guest bedroom with two very naked and very horny moms who both wanted to the filled. They stalked me around the room and after trying to get them to calm down and seeing it was no use, I just let them have their way.
I'd been attracted to them both since I saw them give birth to my sisters and breastfeed them. My earliest fantasies were about fucking them individually and together... and now one of my dreams was coming true.
They pushed me onto the bed, stripped off my pants and took turns licking and sucking on my cock. It was when my mom climbed up onto my cock and sank down that I knew what pleasure really was. I was sinking back into where I came from and it was heavenly.
She rode me slowly at first but then built up speed as my mother moved to sit on my face. I licked her as best I could, I was inexperienced back then but she seemed to enjoy it. I made her cum with my tongue almost in sync with my mom cumming on my cock.
She came so hard that it surprised me and made me cum inside her and as she crawled off of me, she laughed and played with her dripping pussy as my mother crawled down my body and licked me hard again before mounting me herself.
For the next hour or so they took turns riding my cock and face and I lost count of how many times I came... until they both passed out and I covered them with a blanket before stumbling out to make sure everyone left.
As for my sisters, I've had sex many times with each of them... the first one when she was 18 and then many times after, the second when she was 19 and only a few times since and just this year with the third one on her 21 birthday.
I love them all and see nothing wrong with any of it and neither do my moms. They were shocked that night but we've been together again many times since.
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Wow! Is all that you just said true? Sounds very hot!!!!
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Yes, my family is very open. We have been nudists from time to time so seeing them naked was a normal thing. My moms taught me that the human body is a beautiful thing and sexuality is beautiful as well.
Once we all got over the nervousness of it all, it just became natural. I can honestly say that I love all five of them very much and love time with each of them.
This happened the other day. I know not necessarily incest, but strictest definition, and not overly exciting, but felt it fit here.
The other day at work, walked into a conference room where there's also some filing cabinets to look for something. A guy and lady from another department in there. I know them by name, but not someone I see daily. Exchanged hellos.
He's around early 50s (call him Bill). Her mid to late 30s, same as me.
She's laughing...he seems...annoyed. "Just why? Why would she send that?" The woman just laughs harder...then says "show him!"
Bill starts explaining his stepdaughter had a breast enlargement done earlier in the week. Explains how she was extremely flat chested before this. Adds in that she's 22.
Bill says "so my wife sends me this!"
Grabs his phone off the table, starts thumbing through. I'm fully expecting a shot of her now spilling out of a bikini or something.
Nope...wife took picture of stepdaughter pulling tshirt up, proudly showing off her new tits! They were nice, though could have guessed fake before hearing the whole story.
But something oddly thrilling about the idea of him getting a picture of his stepdaughter.
The other day at work, walked into a conference room where there's also some filing cabinets to look for something. A guy and lady from another department in there. I know them by name, but not someone I see daily. Exchanged hellos.
He's around early 50s (call him Bill). Her mid to late 30s, same as me.
She's laughing...he seems...annoyed. "Just why? Why would she send that?" The woman just laughs harder...then says "show him!"
Bill starts explaining his stepdaughter had a breast enlargement done earlier in the week. Explains how she was extremely flat chested before this. Adds in that she's 22.
Bill says "so my wife sends me this!"
Grabs his phone off the table, starts thumbing through. I'm fully expecting a shot of her now spilling out of a bikini or something.
Nope...wife took picture of stepdaughter pulling tshirt up, proudly showing off her new tits! They were nice, though could have guessed fake before hearing the whole story.
But something oddly thrilling about the idea of him getting a picture of his stepdaughter.
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I agree. I received a PM telling me I should commit suicide and I don't even know what comment that I made was being referred to or even what thread it was on. If you are on Lit you should understand that everyone has different interests and be open to almost anything.
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Wow, and I thought I had a lot of family fun. The only thing different is that I have fgamily fun with guys too.
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I'm the only male in the family so I never had that come up.
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Yeah, having an open household where everything is allowed and encouraged growing up was amazing.
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I most definitely is, I know from experience.
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My moms and sisters were always naked and it just became natural to see them. Plus we had an open door policy so whenever they were horny and masturbating or having sex, we saw everything.
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I've always wished I'd lived in a home like that growing instead of a militantly religious one. Personally I think that a militantly religious environment can be much more damaging
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you haven't written any Loving Wives stories, have you? that's the kind of thing that elicits PMs, email and other comments.
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Last night I was lying on my couch watching a movie. It was really late & I was dosing off until my gorgeous 19y/o daughter came in, laid down on the couch & spooned up behind me. She was wearing her thin night gown & her DD breasts were pressing against my bare back. I could feel her nipples pressing through the night gown & into my back. Laying there without reacting was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. It was torture
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Seriously dude? You posted this exact same message in 7 different threads.
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