FAZER LOGINI shrugged, giving her the same answer I always did. "I've told you, Mom: I like helping out. Pulling my own weight feels good.""If you say so," she said.I watched her walk out of the kitchen, hips swaying slightly as she headed toward the hallway. The watch felt solid on my wrist - a constant reminder of Dad, and of how much I was starting to look like the man who had once been hers.Since his death, I'd taken over everything he'd used to handle: cutting the grass, shoveling snow, and even fixing leaky faucets and creaky doors thanks to YouTube videos I'd half-watched at two in the morning.Despite being in my first year of university, I'd stepped into the "man of the house" role without hesitation or resentment. Mom had always been the one who'd looked after both of us, so I'd stepped up to assist as best I could. Still, I had no idea how she had been managing financially without Dad's security guard checks rounding out their income. We had n
They were, without a doubt, the most beautiful, spectacular tits I had ever laid eyes on-- a true testament to abundance, their cleavage more pronounced than the entire bosoms of most women her age. Is it better or worse that some of that infatuation stemmed from whom they were attached to? It clearly was, though, because women with similar body types only made me half as excited as Mom did.I would have been mortified if she'd ever discovered my true feelings, so I kept my perverted fantasies to myself and accepted that the occasional touch was all the sensuality that would ever exist between us. Still, I longed for her so deeply that I was grateful for those rare opportunities, happily choosing them over finding myself a woman that would let me touch her when she was actually awake.That afternoon in the kitchen, it felt like Mom had specifically worn a low-cut shirt to test the limits of my self-control. Her plunging neckline was deep enough to expose a long line of
Mom gives her son the best birthday gift he has ever had.Enjoy..****Eighteen candles flickered on the cake before me, their light dancing on the kitchen table. They added warmth to the afternoon sunlight flooding the room -the same one in which I had spent much of childhood: eating breakfast before school, doing math homework at the table, and learning to cook from my mother, Abigail. She had been a key part of every facet of my life, so it was fitting that she was the one there to shuttle me into adulthood with a homemade birthday cake.In her seat next to mine, she nudged my leg under the table, then leaned to the side so that our forearms were touching. "Happy birthday, Bambi.""Thanks, Mom," I said before taking a deep breath and blowing out all the candles in one puff.The cake itself was nothing fancy, but I loved it because she had made it for me. It was the little things that let me know she cared for me, and when it came
"That's good," she said. "That's really good. It's almost like a double impact of pleasure.""So you like it?" I asked."I do," she replied."You want to come for me baby?" I asked."Soon," she said.I watched her move her hands over head and comb through her hair."Tom," she asked, almost nervously."Yes?""Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked."No," I replied. "I think you're fucking gorgeous.""Hmm," she moaned. "Give me that dick Tom. Fuck me hard, oooh, fuck me,"I could feel her pussy thrust up to meet me and, within seconds, we were fucking harder than we had before."Tom?" Amber asked again. "Do you like that?""What do you mean?" I asked."Well, do you like it when I thrust up and meet you?" she said. "I like missionary position but I always feel like I could be doing more when I'm having sex this way. I don't want to just sit here, I want you to feel as good as possible. Ooh ...""No, it's good," I replied. "It turns me on, it makes me think you're really into it.""I am," sh
"Oh yeah," she answered. "We'll worry about the lessons afterwards. But right now I need your dick inside me and I need you to fuck me with everything you've got.""OK," I said. "Just let me know when you're ready.""Oh, I'm ready when you are," she said.I knew I was close but didn't want to come so I took my mind off of the fact that we were about to have sex for a second. There I stood in the doorway of my bedroom with my best friend jerking me off and sucking my dick and all I could think about was how good it felt, how wet and warm her mouth was."Oh, you suck that cock you dirty girl," I replied, reaching down to feel her tits. "Yeah, just like that."I watched Amber move her head faster and faster. I could feel her lips scrapping across the tip of my penis."Go all the way down," I instructed.She did, taking as much of me as she could and stopping. I could feel her throat relax now, feel her tongue below my shaft, licking softly."I think I'm ready," I said, my erection being
"Face it, it's going to be a little awkward," she said. "Shit, it's awkward now. I just blew you. If I left right now, before we started talking about having sex, don't you think we'd be a little weird around each other the next time we saw each other? That's just what happens when you mess around with someone.""Yeah, I guess so," I replied, feeling a little bit better."The trick is agreeing that we're not going to let it get too weird," she said."I agree,""Well then let's make a pact," she continued. "No matter what happens, we won't let this get weird. Agreed?""Agreed," I replied.==="So ..." I stammered, unsure of what to say next. "Um, what do we do now?""Well, what do you want to do?" Amber asked, licking her lips."I kind of want you to give me a little more head," I replied, wondering if she would actually do it."Ok," she said.With that, Amber rolled out of bed. This was the first chance I got to actually see her full on naked body. God, was she gorgeous.Like I said b
I nodded and slowly lifted my head up. Oh, fuck me, I thought. At the angle she was sitting I could see into Mom's robe where almost her entire left tit was visible. I turned my head to the side so I was facing her, but not quite looking at her. "What do you need?" I asked, trying not to sound nerv
I'd slowed my running to a walk and did another lap around the beach. Mom and dad were going to take a cruise on the Bay Queen for the day and I was hoping to just hang around the beach until they left. Apparently my father had figured that out and as I made to cut across the parking lot that separ
I was going to tell him to stop brownnosing, but stopped when I noticed his gaze had dropped and he appeared to be looking down at my legs. I looked down and saw that the short dress had ridden up and was bunched up around my mid thigh. I went to push it down, but instead continued to watch him. To
Oh my God! Those words kept going through my mind. Where had this come from? Did I do something wrong? I was always very affectionate with Tommy. Even at nineteen I still gave him a kiss on the cheek whenever I came or went, and sometimes a hug as well, but nothing I thought was inappropriate. No,







