Straight Female / 41
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My sis, Shirl and I have been besties all our lives. We even shared boyfriends while still in school. We both work out together and keep in good shape as we did as teenagers. Shirl is only one year older than me and just a bit taller.
My husband, Vic, and I were always sexually active to the point where we researched and decided to have me get a tubal ligation to prevent any further pregnancy. We had one boy, David, early in our marriage and really did not want more. No long after, Vic died of a massive heart attack and to make a long story short, Shirl told me that her long time boy friend, Joe, has fancied me for years and it would be o.k. with her if I allowed Joe to have me, sexually, once in a while, now with Vic gone and I all alone at 41.
On a hot summer weekend day we all went to the beach and I realized Joe could not keep his eyes off of me. Even Shirl noticed, and I suspected that even my son, David, spotted it. Joe's lust for me was palpable. I suspected that soon, he would be pouncing on me, which turned me on. What I think turned him on most is my breasts which are much larger and pendulous with big nipples that jut out when I am aroused or cold, much bigger than Shirl's, where we both have fairly slim bodies and nice, tight fannies. We returned home as the day ended and the sun set. I showered in my bedroom bath while the others were here and there in the house.
Toweling myself dry by my bed, I realized how dark it had become and planned to turn the light on after I dried off. Then I smelled Joe's wonderful Bay Rum scent, that he knew I liked. I felt him come up behind me. I realized I was ready for him and could feel myself getting wet down below. He hugged, me, kissed my neck, held both my breasts and then his hands went to my hips and I lifted my butt a bit so he could easily enter. He started thrusting in and out soon, I could hear the splatting sound of a dripping vagina being well fucked. I was surprised by his vigor and thought, man, he must have had this in mind all day as I pranced around in my bikini.
He seemed hotter than I remember as I felt his turgid cock engorged and pulsating with blood, feeling a bit bigger than ever. He continued fucking me from behind, even though I was standing up, as I sensed his Bay Rum mixing with the sweat rising on my back. Joe is much taller than me but managed to do the job perfectly.
I knew Shirl would want details later. I pulled one of my breasts up to my shoulder and he started sucking madly on it while he fucked me. I took the other and started sucking on it myself. While we both fucked and sucked my breasts, he stroked my clit from behind me, rubbing it strongly, and I began to cum. I must have had six orgasms before quieting down, then felt him ram his cock deep into me and he began to fill me with his cum, spurt after spurt. They were so strong I could actually feel them and I wondered if Shirl felt them as he came into her. I reached for the towel on the bed just in front of me and began to wipe my thighs and pussy now sogging wet.
Breathing in hard, I said, "Oh Joe, that was so good." Then I heard, "It's not Joe, Mom."
I was paralyzed with all kinds of emotion. My own son had just given me the best fucking of my life. I blurted out a lot of words, not listening to myself, but do recall saying, "This cannot happen again." knowing that I was already thinking of my next fuck with my own son. It was so fucking good.
So here I am, confused, guilty, and wondering where the devil this is all going? I am now one of he confessors on line.
My sis, Shirl and I have been besties all our lives. We even shared boyfriends while still in school. We both work out together and keep in good shape as we did as teenagers. Shirl is only one year older than me and just a bit taller.
My husband, Vic, and I were always sexually active to the point where we researched and decided to have me get a tubal ligation to prevent any further pregnancy. We had one boy, David, early in our marriage and really did not want more. No long after, Vic died of a massive heart attack and to make a long story short, Shirl told me that her long time boy friend, Joe, has fancied me for years and it would be o.k. with her if I allowed Joe to have me, sexually, once in a while, now with Vic gone and I all alone at 41.
On a hot summer weekend day we all went to the beach and I realized Joe could not keep his eyes off of me. Even Shirl noticed, and I suspected that even my son, David, spotted it. Joe's lust for me was palpable. I suspected that soon, he would be pouncing on me, which turned me on. What I think turned him on most is my breasts which are much larger and pendulous with big nipples that jut out when I am aroused or cold, much bigger than Shirl's, where we both have fairly slim bodies and nice, tight fannies. We returned home as the day ended and the sun set. I showered in my bedroom bath while the others were here and there in the house.
Toweling myself dry by my bed, I realized how dark it had become and planned to turn the light on after I dried off. Then I smelled Joe's wonderful Bay Rum scent, that he knew I liked. I felt him come up behind me. I realized I was ready for him and could feel myself getting wet down below. He hugged, me, kissed my neck, held both my breasts and then his hands went to my hips and I lifted my butt a bit so he could easily enter. He started thrusting in and out soon, I could hear the splatting sound of a dripping vagina being well fucked. I was surprised by his vigor and thought, man, he must have had this in mind all day as I pranced around in my bikini.
He seemed hotter than I remember as I felt his turgid cock engorged and pulsating with blood, feeling a bit bigger than ever. He continued fucking me from behind, even though I was standing up, as I sensed his Bay Rum mixing with the sweat rising on my back. Joe is much taller than me but managed to do the job perfectly.
I knew Shirl would want details later. I pulled one of my breasts up to my shoulder and he started sucking madly on it while he fucked me. I took the other and started sucking on it myself. While we both fucked and sucked my breasts, he stroked my clit from behind me, rubbing it strongly, and I began to cum. I must have had six orgasms before quieting down, then felt him ram his cock deep into me and he began to fill me with his cum, spurt after spurt. They were so strong I could actually feel them and I wondered if Shirl felt them as he came into her. I reached for the towel on the bed just in front of me and began to wipe my thighs and pussy now sogging wet.
Breathing in hard, I said, "Oh Joe, that was so good." Then I heard, "It's not Joe, Mom."
I was paralyzed with all kinds of emotion. My own son had just given me the best fucking of my life. I blurted out a lot of words, not listening to myself, but do recall saying, "This cannot happen again." knowing that I was already thinking of my next fuck with my own son. It was so fucking good.
So here I am, confused, guilty, and wondering where the devil this is all going? I am now one of he confessors on line.
