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Some of the things told here are true, some fantasized that the reader may differentiate this for himself. As far as possible, all of these things are 35 years ago … I am still going crazy in this foster family. Forever as the foster son branded, everyone just bitches me stupidly, treat me like a servant. None is interested in the fact that I am now 16, in the middle of puberty and thus start to develop certain interests, wishes, desires.
In any case, living on the most Catholic cowdorf in the world, where Enlightenment is a foreign word and only takes place in the school’s biology lessons, and where you can only talk about love and sex behind the scenes, everything is still possible here according to the motto:that cannot be.
At 16, I am definitely the most unsuspecting teen within a radius of 1000 km in terms of normal life, and especially sexuality, erotic and normal development.
With girls, I don’t really have such a big chance, which is not really surprising, just as the girls in our area are on it, Brrrh … So my knowledge of sexuality and female anatomy are limited to pictures in laundry catalogs and articles in the bravo, and my experiences to give myself a pleasurable relief. I say yes, I’m still going crazy. Mom now makes the whole thing worse and unbearable by the way she deals with me.
On the one hand, she is always a completely decent family manager and socially acceptable Spiesserin, is always considered her reputation and reputation, likes to be sociable, but cool and almost unapproachable.
She would never do anything incorrect or even openly evil, just don’t bleed, is her motto. But she has another side, a completely different one that nobody knows about and shouldn’t know.
But I know her, I see this other page shine in from time to time. Of course I get it with it, because I watch everything that is going on around me. That she and dad hardly ever have sex, and who doesn’t really bring her so much satisfaction.
That she wears a certain fears, desires, longings, dreams that she does not tell anyone. If I didn’t notice it anyway, then at least through the hidden game that she has been doing with me for a long time.
Sometimes I think I only imagine that, and then she does what it confirms again. She is 34 and, at least in my eyes, a beautiful, attractive woman, tall, baroque built, with lush body shapes, expansive hips, long legs, slim arms and delicate fingers, an enormous breast. Her blond hair wears her up, and her brown eyes look warm and soft, don’t let you know how cold and cynical she can be.
She understands to dress and she is constantly wearing so sweetly fragrant perfum.
Of course, she always runs properly through the house, which means that it ran. Because for some time now, that has changed, very imperceptibly, slowly, hidden, becomes careless, open, more effective, which does not suit it at all. This coincides with the fact that Father Loses his job, finds another one very quickly, but suddenly he can only be at home for 3 days a week.
The whole thing begins with one day we meet in the hallway, a narrow corridor in which you cannot past each other, so that one always has to wait. I come from sports, I only have a short sports pants and a shirt, and when I want to go through the hallway, to my room, she comes out of the bathroom, towards me.
Before we both notice it, we stand in front of each other in the middle of the hallway.
And at the moment I notice that she has nothing to do except one of her flower -white bra and an equally white, translucent panties. I stop and my gaze falls on its tremendous breasts, the lavish abundance of which fills the bra as plump as if it wanted to blow it up. And under the delicate, white fabric you can clearly see your big dark nipples, the small bumps press into it. And even more, its lavish black hairy is also clearly under the thin fabric of her panties pussy to recognize.
What can I say, unlisted or not, at the sight I get a stiff in a matter of seconds that washed.
Now the next seconds are almost starting to stretch to infinity. Of course she sees that, and suddenly something very strange comes into her eyes that I have never seen with her before. And she smiles so hard, so mischievously, I don’t know that either.
And she sees my longing look, my ashamed blushing, and smiles even more. Then the moment is over and we’re going apart.
And the game is open. The weeks on the beginning she does not say a word about this thing, but suddenly she finds opportunities to walk through the house, or in a bathrobe, or in one of these deeply died kitchen aprons, and to ensure thatI meet her or at least see her.
On a occasion, she finally leaves a bit open when bathing, as if the door randomly, that I can’t resist. With such things she naturally stimulates my imagination, she has no idea how much. How much I would like to tell her how excitingly beautiful I find her, how I am hungry afterwards, to be able to cuddle with her.
But of course that is not that easy.
So I write stories. I’ve been writing stories since I was 13. But now the stories are becoming different, more and more and more and more. I write, dream, paint me how it would be close to be close to her, to be able to see her very naked, even touch her, stroke her, smell her fragrance, kiss her, to … in one of the storiesI happen to be in the bathroom and she sits in the tub.
I want to get out again, but she holds me out, sees immediately that her sight excited me.
She lets me put my clothes off, and still sitting in the tub she grabs my hard hard tail on, it begins tenderly too jerk off, In order to enclose it with her sensual and tongue lips and to suck me to orgasm, while my gaze stalls on their bobbing, swifted breasts. In another caught You masturbate me, but instead of going out she comes to me, and – to punish – I have to lick her vagina.
And in another one catches masturbating, but instead of throwing me out of the room, she lets me kiss the breasts and lick the vagina, and I can even put my hard cock into her hot grotto … How it actually comes, butI couldn’t have imagined that in any story. As I said at first, she has a completely different side, and one day she lets her come to light, astonishment to my bass.
From the blue she calls me to her bedroom. When I come in, she is there, Leger leaned against the bed post with her expansive rear part.
She has one of these silk bathrobes that flows in soft waves around her exciting body shapes, more emphasizes than hidden than hidden. I wear a shirt and jogging pants that day because it is free of school. When I stand in front of her now and look at her questioningly, and the sight of her wonderfully big breast lets my little friend come to life again, she says nothing at first, only looks at me with a examination from top to bottom, smiling again that way againcunning.
“Micha … you are a little piglet,” she says finally, and her warm voice sounds very amused, somehow ironic. Then she continues and I can hardly believe that I really hear these words come out of her mouth.
“I see exactly how you look at me … but that doesn’t belong to TS TS … his mom to look at like that … so … greedy … would like to see me really naked, hmmm?“I don’t get a word out, just stare at her and fascinates her.
I would like to say: “Oh yes, mom, how much I would like to see you naked, kiss your beautiful breasts, stroke you, lick your bare vagina …” But no word comes over my lips. My eyes say everything for that and my cock. And now it happens. She lets her other side come to light.
She says, where she half fascinated, looks at half a admonishing one: “Micha … if I do it for you … anyone should never find out … never, you hear …” I just nod.
And she grins at me mischievously, puts her head on the side and says with a sound in the voice that lets me melt: “Well then … you little piglet … you are quite well developed, then show me firstwhat you have to offer … “Thinking everything stops with me, literally slips into my pants. My wildest dreams are currently starting to go into exciting fulfillment. I think at that moment I set a new record for time that you need to undress naked.
And when I stand in front of her, I can only be naked, something greedy comes into her eyes, such a desire, such a desire. And she straightens up, and without further tutor she stripes the bathrobe that falls to the ground with a quiet rustling and presents my amazed eyes the whole wonderful splendor of her bare, excitingly lush body fullness.
Oh oh, I want to fall on her immediately, but don’t do it, enjoy your sight with my eyes first.
Your breasts are really breathtakingly beautiful, full and round and maternal, and they look very firm and yet soft and invite you to cuddle. They are occupied with large, dark buds, tall like horse eyes, which are now slowly straightening up and becoming stiff. And her vagina is a great poem made of plump labia that seem very soft and yet firm, rosy and tender and appetizing beautiful, and fluffy black pubic hair that cover her shame and yet give the view of her labia.
She can be admired by me for a short moment, then she leans back to the bed post and waves me to her finger. I almost want to pass with bliss when I get very close to her, smell her delicate, bewitching fragrance, see her exciting breasts so close in front of me.
She asks softly what I would like to do now now. I would like to do so much, but don’t really know what to say, bring out laboriously: “I want to … so much … your vagina kissing …” She licks over her lips, looks at me with an indefinable look and breathes with metrembling voice: “Then do it … kiss my vagina … and … she lick it nice …” Now the last dam breaks, that only has to tell me once.
I kneel in front of her, put my trembling, damp hands on her full, smooth thighs, breathe in the exciting, sensual scent of your sheath, which is so naked, and press my lips tenderly on her labia. Oh god, it is blissful to feel her vagina on the mouth, so soft, so tight, so tender, so warm, so indescribable. Uping up I see her breasts steeply towering over me, the nipples stand hard and stiff up like little fingers.
She gasps audibly and says demanding: “Yes … good … and now … Lick me really cool … put my tongue really deep in …” I breathe your sensual fragrance, feel the moist warmth of your labia, and I drive with my tongue like thisdeep I can only get into her vagina, immediately feel the heat, the slight trembling of your vagina and her abdomen, and I start to lick your wonderful cunt eagerly and devotedly.
They are properly shaking their full thighs, starting to tremble, and their cunt begins to get really hot and wet, to floose with their fragrant warm pleasure juice.
Her whole abdomen begins to jerk and to push, and Mama begins to grab and groan loudly, while asking for more, for more and … looking up again I see her motherly full breasts and waves, and this sight spureseven more to lick them greedy and hornier. My thoughts overturn, I can hardly believe it while I do that my nursing mom really lets me lick her bare vagina.
After all, it comes so violently to me that it really grabs and shakes me while my twitching cock shoots out his hot juice. I can’t stick to myself, and I almost suck myself with horny bloats groaning, dripping wet cunt.
Well that I am 16, he won’t fall together again after an orgasm. Mama pushes me away a little bit of herself, it also sees that he still stands to me, and heavily she pulls me up and says the magical words that I have been waiting for.
“Come on now … Now I want to feel your stand in me … Come and fuck me …” While my face almost sinks between her swings, my throbbing cock now drives into her hot cunt like in hot, soft cream, and I fuck her,and oh God, how I fuck her. We forget everything around us. My hard rod stirs in her twitching cunt, which almost sucks on it, our bodies clap horny, she really clings to me, pushing and jusks violently with the abdomen, and she kisses me.
God, she kisses me – she has never kissed me.
Her hot tongue drives me into my mouth, and sucking on her, she throws her wonderful breasts on me, I feel for the second time and unload myself moaning from a voluptuous lust in her throbbing, when we leave from each otherShe instantly back back to her sober, cool distance, and she says the bathrobe again overwhelmed: “Don’t worry … I can’t get a babies anymore … If you want to have it with me again, then don’t tell anyone …”we meet more often, whenever the old one is not there.
And she is just getting more and more off to be fucked hard and horny. And I totally fell her, so exciting and sensual she is. After all, she seems to be afraid that our relationship could be exposed, because one day she suddenly does not want to do it, but offers me to get one or two of her friends-. But that comes later.
First this story happens with mine Sister.
It starts, about 3 months after I am with mom the first time Had sex. Sister, the sweet sow, I’ll call her Nicole, But she was called differently, and she was as little my real sister as my mom my real mom. I am 17, she 15 when it gets going. We can’t really like each other, but of course I don’t remain hidden how hot it looks.
Equises as she is at 15, she looks like 17.18, has a narrow children’s face, short, dark hair, but a slim, flexible body and strikingly large, solid breasts, and a plump, crunchy buttock.
As early as it is, she usually behaves as immature and silly as a twelve year old. As far as boys and sex are concerned, she is like me. School, parents and church strictly wake up that you don’t. Life of life comes into contact with such things.
And that makes her all the more curious, too, she feels like me. However, she couldn’t have the same thing with our father in life as I do with mom.
He is a stubborn work person who has nothing in mind with fun, pleasure, sex and lust. How I notice Mama. Now Nicole has a few friends, but they are more or less unsuspecting as they are.
But one day she senses her chance and shamelessly uses her without much thought. I think that she must have got it once again what mom and I do together.
She doesn’t say anything about it, not at first, probably she doesn’t know anything precisely, but it is enough to consider her curiosity and her envy considerably. While we sneak around each other in such a way, is no longer talking about each other than inevitable, she begins to look at me more and more frequently, as testing and researching as if she could see what she wants to know in my face. I know nothing to do with it, I don’t really want it either, I’m fixed on mom.
But one day she probably can’t stand it anymore and wants to know exactly.
That day we are alone at home, the parents are both invited to a celebration, let us know that they won’t be back before the evening. Actually, Grandma should take care of us now, but it is completely the same what we do, as long as we do not hit noise or break anything.
Old and hard of hearing as she is, it is too stupid for her to get up from the bottom to look up. This is the opportunity and chance for Nicole, who knows how to take immediately. She calls me into her room, and even if we don’t like each other, she knows that I will come when she wants something specific from me, helpful as I am.
So I come to her room and she is sitting there in the middle of the room on this excessive plush chair, in which she almost sinks.
Has fled so in there and tried to seem totally cool and superior. Since she does not immediately get out with the language, I wait a moment, then ask with a slightly annoyed undertone what she wanted. She looks at me again with this strange look, studies me correctly. And suddenly I suddenly noticed that she only wears her underwear, a tight, fragrant, tender shirt, under which her breasts are clearly visible, even the hard little nipples can be seen, and a pink under his panties that sits so tight that Ican see their labia in it.
My head thinks – the little horny horny – my body does not yet know what to think or do.
When I hook again, what she wants from me again, she bursts out in a muly voice: “I want … I want to know what that is always with mom …” she knows, or not, how muchshe knows? I win to pull out with the language, lay stuttering, so she brazenly follows again, says Schnippisch: “You don’t want me to ask about it, or about it, or !?“The little witch, she wants to blackmail me, that suits her.
I ask her how much she got along, and when she meanders it, it is enough to make mom and mighty trouble, I’m getting angry. So I tell her and how I tell her to her. Of cuddling, loving from yourself – licking on the vagina. The more I rush with floral words, the more horrified your gaze becomes, and your mouth will be amazed.
Make naked … kissing bosom … licking on the bare vagina … that’s … that’s … “These are mess, you piglet”.
Already the second, which calls me piglets, I find it slowly like it. She starts to ask me if I was also naked, whether mom touched my thing, whether … at some point it will be too stupid for me, and I try a shot in the blue, say: “What is the question … what do you really want,know … or have?“She suddenly falls silent, looks at me, looks down at herself, becomes red.
“As now … it … you mean … you want … with me too … do that?“Now I win the upper hand, pull the situation to me, say with a smugly tone:“ Well and you … why are you sitting here in front of me?”She starts to stammer, oh, she just said … she just wanted to …” If you thought about it, you can call me again ..
or not. “With these words I will send myself to leave her room, when she calls me:” No … wait … come back … I want to know … show me … “She jumps up and her little beep voice sounds really desperate.
She does not want to miss this opportunity. I look at her testing and she blushes even more, realizes that my eyes are almost naked. I explain to her that she has to move out first, very naked.
She wants me to do it first. I do it smooth. Her eyes widen again, half fascinated and half in fright. “Ooaach … but you have a big thing …” When she now brushes undershirt and panties without much around it, my thing will be even bigger.
Your skin is bright, almost pale pink, looks very soft and tender.
This makes your bulbous, firm breasts appear even more stringed and larger, on which small, rosy nipples sit, which are now increasingly stiff. Her pussy has wulstig-plump labia that are closely together and that are not covered by any pubic hair. There too this bright, rosy skin, which makes your vagina look very soft, very childishly fresh and appetizing. A sweet, tight plum to kneel down.
She is just there, staring my big tough cock, asks what we are doing now.
I go to her slowly, take her hand, let her stroke my cock. She hesitates, pikes, but lets it go. “Fass ‘Ihn, Fass’ right on” I still let her gently jerk off my tail, get horny like a runner -in. I gently stroke her firm, plump breasts, and I notice how she is slowly becoming increasingly excited.
After a while she asks in an innocent voice: “And … is that nice … you want to lick my vagina now … then I get … so feelings?“She wants it, she gets it.
She has no idea how much I want it now, kissing her, licking, licking her tender, tight column on the mouth. With gentle violence I get you back on the armchair and open your thighs a little. As a last warning, I give her with a gentle voice: “Be on something … You will get feelings … and that …” and then, my hands on her smooth thighs, which tremble with excitement, I breathe deeply, once,Enjoy the sensual fragrance that flows out of her pussy, and eagerly dive into her plump, soft femininity, begin tenderly violently, to lick her delicate tight plum.
Your vagina is tight and hot and is becoming increasingly wet at the horny treat. I spoil her for a while with your mouth and tongue, kiss her tremendous thighs, furrow through my tongue again the plump, soft labia, which get very horny with warm wetness.
Then I drill the tip of the tongue gently into her hot little cunt, push them between the labia, find the little pleasure bud, which is already very stiff and hot, and start to edit it with the tip of the tongue lustfully and tenderly.
This is too much. If she has already started to whine anyway, she now begins to get out of small lace cries of pleasure, not knowing how you are happening there, not knowing where with the bleak feelings that shake her slim body. Finally, however, she straightens up and suddenly takes over the initiative. I have to lie flat on the floor towards her secret, and she kneels over me, over my face, demands with a weak voice, for air: “You are right, that’s really nice … but now I want to see it …Really see … how you kiss my naked vagina and she licks … “she kneels up over me, her a little reddened pussy exactly over my face.
Her labia have opened a little and I can see the rosy, wet shiny interior.
Your warm juice drips on me. I grasp her in her tight, small buttocks, start licking her hot vagina again, and she looks at me from above with shiny eyes, opened my mouth, from the blessed sighing and lust -filled gasps. She begins to knead her tits with both hands, rub the nipples with the palms of the hands, which are now hard and stiff as finger hats up.
And again after a while she becomes so horny that she starts to moan loudly, circle with her abdomen and starts to jerk, with which her wet vagina booted wildly through my face. For me it is just the lustful madness, and I lick and lick ..
Until she suddenly turns and her twitching, wet vagina in 69-style pushing into my face. I feel more than I see how she grabs my cock, edited it, finally takes it in his mouth and begins to suck violently.
That is too much for me. Her hot, sweet vagina on the face, her sucking mouth on my throbbing stand begins to shake wild lust, and moaning with lust I inject my hot cream in her mouth. And she really licks it away with her tongue, I think I get crazy about lust and start licking it greedily, wherever I can walk with my tongue … and then she has enough, just suddenly, risesdown from me, gets up.
And with an incredibly satisfied look down at me, she says excitedly: “Manno … you can go crazy … I have to tell Heike …” Hot fright drives me into the limbs, but she continues to append: “Don’t worry … Heike isMy best friend … I know what I’m doing … “.
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