登入Mrs. Carson patted my shoulder affectionately. "Yes, you usually are very helpful, and I always appreciate it. But pick something else... something appropriate this time. Watching a movie, playing a game, something like that."With a sigh, I racked my brain. What could we do that would be appropriate... but maybe with the potential for more? After a few moments, I had an idea."Why don't we go for a swim?" I suggested.Mrs. Carson looked at me incredulously. "Luke, you haven't wanted to use our swimming pool in years.""Seems like the perfect time to go back then, doesn't it? I've got my trunks."Mrs. Carson stared at me for a moment, her earnest brown eyes boring into mine. "I'm not an idiot, Luke. Is this your way of trying to see me in a bikini?""No," I said, a little too defensively. "I think it would be fun. And with me graduating in the spring, this might be one of my last chances to use your guys' pool. But if you're too old and boring for a little fun...""Oh, I see. So, inst
I tried to believe her, but it seemed like wishful thinking to me. I didn't want to wait for the right moment to hit. I wanted to make it hit. I just didn't know how.But as it turned out, the right moment was closer than I thought. And all thanks to the state fair.***For anyone who's never been to a state fair, it may seem like a weird event to be excited about. But they're massive, multi-day events full of just about anything you could ask for: rides, concessions, and all sorts of exhibits and performances. I was skeptical the first time Drew dragged me along with his family, but somewhere between the caramel apples, the monster trucks, and the Fireball roller coaster, I'd been won over.Most of the Carsons loved the fair, spending at least one full day there each year. Drew and his sister loved the excitement of it all, and even Mr. Carson enjoyed himself. Only Mrs. Carson seemed indifferent: "The fair's all right, but no more fun for me than a good show and glass of wine."When
"No, you're not going anywhere," Mrs. Carson said, stopping me cold. "I'm pretty sure I heard what you said. And you have no business saying stuff like that that, Luke. You're just a kid for crying out loud! You shouldn't even be thinking those things!"Now it was my turn to be indignant. "I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen. I'm just as much of an adult as you are!"Mrs. Carson scoffed. "Hardly. You might be an adult legally, but that's it. You're still in high school, for goodness sake.""I'm an adult in all the ways that matter," I shot back. Before my night with Mrs. Hartsell, I would have never been so bold. But now I knew I was right. "Besides, I bet you had the same type of thoughts when you were eighteen."That took some of the wind from Mrs. Carson's sails. "Maybe," she admitted. "But I was never disrespectful enough to share them, especially not around my elders. You should know better. And what would Drew think?""Drew doesn't need to know," I replied, but I knew I'd overstepped. I
The picture was taken from above and showed Mrs. Hartsell lying on a bed. She was stark naked, and although her face wasn't visible, there was no mistaking her breasts and perfect stomach centered in the photo. The view sent my brain reeling back to my night in the hotel with her. The way she had so casually disrobed in front of me... the way she used her toned core to grind her pussy on my cock... her intense focus and my intense pleasure... I was hard instantly.I was so fixated on my memory that it took me a moment to notice that Mrs. Hartsell's pussy was barely visible at the bottom of the photo. And then another moment to notice the vibrator head on her clit.Look how excited I am already her message read.Sleep was now the furthest thing from my mind. I reached for the tissues on my bedstand and began to stroke myself, memories of Mrs. Hartsell replacing fantasies of Mrs. Carson. Feeling bold, I opened my own phone camera and took a shot of my cock towering up from my body. I se
Mrs. Hartsell looked at me with amusement... and respect? "It's not that simple. Even with your flirting, I doubt Sydney realized that you were coming on to her. You might be legal now, but for Sydney, she's not going to think of you as 'legal-child' one moment and then 'fuckable-adult' the next, just because you had a birthday."That made sense. I nodded, and Mrs. Hartsell continued."You have to ease her into the idea that you aren't a child anymore. That you are fuckable. If you do that, you may just stand a chance.""So, how do I pull that off?""Keep up your flirting. Spend time with her away from Drew. Be assertive but not pushy. Most importantly, be patient. Plant the seed in her mind, and then watch it grow."I thought this over. Obviously, I wanted to believe what Mrs. Hartsell was saying, but she made it sound so simple. There's no way it could actually be that easy, right?And then another thought occurred to me."Why are you helping me? Make a move on Mrs. Carson, I mean.
Mrs. Hartsell and I ended up fucking three times during my overnight stay: once more before bed and then again in the morning. Each fuck was just as amazing as the first, in their own ways. Our first time was new and exciting, but the second gave us time to really explore each other, and the third let us find other ways to experiment. It all happened in a blur, but bits and pieces still stick out to me: Mrs. Hartsell squealing as I smacked her ass during doggy-style; me burying my face in Mrs. Hartsell's pussy, savoring her smell as I licked all around her clit; and possibly my favorite--Mrs. Hartsell straddling me but leaned back in almost a crab-walk position as she slid her pussy up and down my cock. I couldn't tear my eyes away as her pussy slowly engulfed me inch by inch, only to pull up and then swallow me again. Mrs. Hartsell took my length inside her so effortlessly that I'm still not quite sure how she managed it.But eventually, our time together had come to an end. Mrs. Har
He slowly moves up onto the bed. She looks so hot, so incredibly fucking hot, strapped to the bed like this as he mounts her slowly. Lian watches carefully for the telltale birthmark. Her heart skips a beat when she thinks she spots it on his inner thigh, but the bedroom is full of dark shadows, an
"I require yet another souvenir and it must be something special to signify your complete surrender to this particular tickle monster.""Something special as in?"Not mincing words, the naughty tickle monster gave words to the queen's growing fear of what he might ask for. "As in your royal brasser
"Well, a back rub does sound nice so I will amend the rule to no touching below the waist.""Agreed," Johnny said. "And your second rule.""No attempts shall be made to remove the queen's royal brassiere during her official birthday massage, nor her royal panties."Again, the tickle monsters agreed
Reacting to the alarm bells, he jumped up from the couch before declaring, "Remy it's time for bed. I am tired, you are a bit drunk, and this is getting out of hand."Instead of protesting, like he half expected, Remy got quietly up from the couch, floating past him without a word.His heart sank a







